On returning Nicky had got us both a drink and was watching telly, l went and had a shower Nicky liked me to keep my balls and cock shaved so whilst i... the shower l gave myself a shave, she was also shaved, so it was only fair. I wondered what the night had in store? Nicky was never boring and was always game for a laugh.When I got back Nicky was on her second glass of Vodka, she said telly was boring and did I fancy playing spin the bottle? The rules where quite simple, you spun a bottle and. At this point, anything could happen and you’d be powerless to prevent it. He seems like a very nice man, but who knows what other sides there might be to his personality. For all you know he’s a misogynist, a r****t or worse. The thought crosses your mind that you might never leave his apartment alive. You try to force the thought from your mind as he stands and walks behind you. You feel him move your hair aside and then his kisses behind your ear and then on your neck, working his way down.. Not that I could really blame him, either. I’ve got a pretty decent set of curves, but my bra-size doesn’t register nearly as far up into the alphabet as Tracy’s does. Still, those two could have at least been subtle about it. You dance with the one that brung ya’, right? “Ahem,” I said, breaking the spell. “Trace, where’s YOUR date?” “Huh? Oh right! Shane. I ran ahead when I saw you. He’s right back there.” Typical Tracy, ditching her date five seconds into the evening. The girl was a total. She looked back at me hotly. My hands went up to her shoulders, grasping them firmly yet lightly; I was massaging her slowly, the movement of my hands almost random, but always gyrating, relaxing her muscles. She sighed in pleasure as my hands moved down to her shoulder blades, grabbing and stretching and releasing her flesh. I knew for a fact that my hands were effective, as I’d tried it before on other girls. I put one hand on her chest, just below her neck, and the other on the small of her.