Andrew's POV:
"Gretchen, get me another beer!" I hollered over the blaring music to the bartender behind the counter. She popped her head up, and I waved the empty bottle. She gave me a quick nod, and I turned my attention back to the girls twirling around naked on the stage to some pop song. I was holding Shyla's fuzzy pink sweater tightly, imagining it was her up there dancing for me.
The irresistible smell of her sweater made my d**k hard in my pants; I hadn't gotten her out of my mind since she saved my life that night in the woods, Shyla Black... She was so beautiful; I couldn't wait to get my hands on those curves. Her soft brown skin smelled like heaven; her curly locks cascaded down her back like a whirlpool; I wanted to tangle my hands in them while I f****d her from behind.
