I volunteer for a charity. I do it because I believe in the charity, and I prefer to contribute directly to the cause that just write a check.

It is a nice little charity, with enough visibility. I've been doing this for about 4 years now, I am very committed, and while I am not in a leadership position anymore (I used to be), I am one of the few veterans (most people come and go).

So yesterday we had our big annual fundraising event, which is a big deal for us and requires a lot of preparation. A while back I volunteer to manage a big project within all the preparations, so I was assigned 5 people to work for me. Since I work, I organized so that we'd do everything after business hours Thursday and Friday, and then of course, all day Saturday. Of course my crew is mostly women, mostly ugly, but that's OK, because I am not there for the women. I knew about 1/2 of my crew, and I get to know the other half on Thursday. We started working hard, but I had it all organized, so everything proceeds smoothly. After 1 hour we take our first break, and I take out the cookies and the sodas (no alcohol allowed), it's all volunteer work, I need to keep everyone focused and motivated. At this point this nice looking petite woman M shows up, a HB7 She's friend with one of my crew who was surprised to see her there because... M was on a date, a first date.

The guy was full of himself and a bit creepy and stuff... so M asked if she could help out. Sure I told her. So we all started to talk as we were working, she was telling the group how crazy it is the dating scene, how the dating site don't really work, how guys are .. you know, in a way the same complains that guys have about girls, just from a girl's perspective. After a while my platonic friend arrives to say "hi". I have written about my platonic friend, a HB10, she and I have been platonic friends for years now, we are very affectionate to one another, and people who know of us think that we are lovers, we are not. She's single, I am married. Of couse as usual, when my friend enters the room everyone stops talking. She's that gorgeous. So my friend meets everyone, she actually knew a couple of people who work there... then at one point I escuse myself for 5 minutes so that she and I can go talk in private on a sofa, etc....

Then after a while she leaves.

How did you meet your girlfriend M says.

I look surprised, but I am not. I always get questions like that. And my answer is always the same She's not my girlfriend, we are just friends. So M winks at me Friends, right! The conversation continues and we talk about dating, friendship, and.. marriage, since I tell her that I am married. By the end of the evening, we are Facebook friends, we are hugging, lots of kino all eve, and she's coming back on friday to help me and my crew.

Friday: more of the same, more kino, more talking about dating, friendship, and marriage (she's divorced), and... we add a new topic sex, of course we talk about that only when it's just she and I nearby, because it is a professional environment. She asks me if I want to go for a drink afterwards with her and I tell her that I can't since I need to work till late into the night (I let people in my crew leave whenever they wanted, I am always the last one to leave, and I am the first one to arrive, and I work the hardest). and I tell her, Maybe tomorrow after the party.

Promises promises promises she says

If you buy the first round I can make a commitment right now, I am married, I am a commitment oriented kind of guy I tell her.

Is your wife going to be here tomorrow? she asks.

No I said.

Your girlfriend? M asks

Yes, but she'll leave early I reply (true)

Saturday is the day, I am there early, putting last minute things together, my project is coming along very weel (very visible project) everyone else is freaking out because they are late. 2 hours before show time I let my crew go, I only have a few things to be done, that need to be done at the last possible moment by one person: ME.

So I thank everyone and tell them to go do whatever. Everyone's happy, and the other people involved in other projects beg them to help them. M asks me what am I up to now, and I tell her that I am going for a walk and for a coffee.

Will you bring me coffee? She says.

No I replay

No? She says

I don't bring coffe... I reply and she interrupts me

I'll give you the money she says

That's not the point, actually if you join me for coffee, it's my treat, since you'll have drinks tonight I say

But I am not dressed appropriately M says

You look fabulous for coffee I say

So after a bit of back and forth, she says yes, we'll take a shorter walk than I intended to, and we'll have coffee at this small independent coffee shop. She wanted to go to Starbucks, I prefer to patronize independent stores.

We walk, talk, have coffee, it was very much fun, we talk about being single, dating, being married, sex.... life in general, her work, my work, my girlfriend, my wife (I showed her pics of my wife.. who's young and beautiful..).

Then she asks me if I could go to her place because she needs help zipping up the dress that she's going to wear to the party.

I tell her No, I have to be back to finish up the last minute details, and change myself.

The part goes well, M hangs around me a lot, then my platonic friend arrives and M disappears, so my platonic friend and I spend a lot of time together. There's a photographer who takes photos and takes a photo of me and my platonic friend together, my arm around her waist, her arm around my shoulders, our heads touching together... that's what we do.

Then after a while my platonic friend has to go, so M reappears. Of course M's dress was a killer dress, a spaghetti strap dress that shows off her yoga instructor-type body.

The party is long, includes dinner, M and I sit at two different tables since I am seating next to the CEO of the non profit (him and I get along very well).

Dinner ends, and M asks me where I want to go for drinks. There's a great place nearby that I like, but she tells me that she'd prefer another one which is a bit of a distance, and she makes it sound important to her.

You're buying, your choice I say

We go to the place, we get a round of drinks, more kino, she tells me that she's almost drunk to which I say You better stop now, we don't want you drunk!

You don't want to get me drunk and have your way with me? she says

Oh now, if I want to have my way with someone, it's a lot more fun if they are fully aware of what's going on and as I say this, I put my hand on her knee, and say You know the awkward moment when you're out with someone and you can't help but wondering if she's wearing any undies at all?

For me to know and for you to keep on guessing she replies

We continue flirting like that, more and more sexual innuendo, we laugh at the fact that I am tall and she's petite, I tell her that I like petite women, she tells me that she only dates tall guys.

We finish our drinks, the waiter comes in and asks if we want another round, I am about to say yes when she says Let's not. My place is one block over, we can go drink there and I will show you the book that I mentioned to you before

Settle the bill, we go to her place hand in hand, we go up the elevator I could feel the sexual tension.... as I sing "Love in an elevator..." we get to her door and I stop her in front of her door and I say.

I want you to know that I am not one of those guys that as soon as we get into your place is going to kiss you I motion to her to get closer, she does, and I whisper into her ear I am the type of guys who is going to kiss you right here right now BEFORE getting into your place and I press my body against her body, with her back pressed against her door, she can feel my wood pressed against her stomach, I look at her in the eyes, deep in her eyes.. her eyes are closed. I open one of her eyes and tell her Let's look into each other's eyes as we kiss for the very first time.... her body is moving, pressing back against mine, moaning a bit.... she's about to kiss me when I start nibbling her lips with my lips Wow, you go straight for the kill.... I like to take my time... and there we are nibbling each others' lips... small biting... then... we play with each our lips... no tongue yet.... I like to tease.. well no tongue till I feel HER tongue making her way to me......

YES we kissed, passionately, wet and sloppy.

YES we went into her place

NO we didn't have anything to drink

NO she didn't show me her book

YES we had sex, the details of which is not material for this forum

NO I didn't spend the night.