Reggie smiled handing Dave the bottle of Michelob he had already opened for him in the kitchen, condensation dripping down the cold glass like beads of sweat. "Here you go, bro. Drink up."
After bumping bottles with Reggie in a toast, Dave guzzled his third brew.
A little while later, Dave dozed off, the dim glow from the television providing the only light in the room and giving each of their complexions a ghostly appearance.
Christy had fallen asleep as well, her head resting on Reggie's shoulder. Reggie's hand rubbed her inner thigh and then stealthily moved to her crotch. He unbuttoned her pants and slid his hand inside her panties.
"Oh, yes, oh, that feels good," Christy quietly murmured in her sleep. "Oh, I'm your girlfriend and I love you." She was having a familiar dream as he
