At least maybe just giving him a blow job would reduce the tensions a bit around here.I watched my girlfriend suck off my best friend with growing ind...fference. I'd expected to be jealous, watching him enjoy what I thought was mine to have and enjoy alone, but I was growing increasingly tired and annoyed with living with Trixie the Slut, and not Kathy ... let alone the hint of Katherine I'd once had. I'd already pretty much decided that I was not in love with Trixie, and didn't even. Pete just laughs and works on moving us on the bed so he can get us under the covers. We are both lying on our sides facing each other. Suddenly the lights are out. Amber and I lay still for a few minutes listening to what Pete is doing. We hear the door close. Soon as the door closes I feel Amber struggling to get close to me. I feel her nylon-covered legs make contact with my legs. Our nylon covered legs make the noise that you get when pantyhose are rubbing together. They slip and slide. " Dude ... for how long? ... When?!! Can I come??"I laughed then and shook my head no. "Don't wanna overwhelm her, y'know? Gotta keep her calm." Yeah, whatever. You just want her hot ass to yourself." He began cursing under his breath."Aw cheer up, Brent. You're still my best friend." I raised my hand, waiting on a fist bump, but he ignored me."And you're no fair." Don't pout, pal. I'll let you STOP BY one of the days she's here. Okay?"His face lit up so quickly you'd think I just offered him a. ”“Is there a particular camera that would be better to use?”“What have you been using to take your pictures?”For a second I wondered how she knew that I was doing any photography. Then I remembered the survey at the beginning of class.“A Nikon SLR.”“That will do.”“I’m interested in learning about some of the other ones, too. Can I bring them in for you to look at?”“Of course you can,” she said, ever in that rich, quiet tone of hers. Finished with cleaning the blackboard, she turned and smiled.