Normally, Iwould been overjoyed to have so many female eyes on me. As Ryan, I was agood looking guy, and despite my weak chin, my tall muscular frame ...ndrugged, yet handsome face, provided much eye candy for the opposite sex(at least, I thought so). Now, however, as I slowly made my way to theback of the bus, I was faced with a very different sort of attention.I wasn't receiving the usual wanton, alluring gazes from women- the kindthat made me want to slip beside them, knowing that their eyes. I was getting ready to move on top of her, when once again that damn knocking came at the door. Sibil finally lost her temper, and without bothering to put on any clothing, stormed over and whipped the door open.The resulting blast of cold, bitter winter wind sucked all of the heat from my room in an instant. Goosebumps rose over each exposed inch of my skin, and being in my birthday suit, that is quite a bit. I grabbed the sheets and wrapped up as much as possible to keep what little warmth. She had not said anything to anyone yet, dreading the moment and only nursed it in her own mind, where it lay so great it had gotten so she could think of little else. Each time she started to bring up the subject she would always think better of it and held her tongue, delaying once again. But now, there was no putting it off.She felt at odds with the conflict between wanting to remain with her companions where for the very first time in her life she felt wanted, needed, loved, and true. " said Chris. He noticed, as he walked into the room, that Sandy's nipples were hard underneath her t-shirt. Of course they would be, considering the kind of thoughts he had planted into her mind just seconds ago."Well, you should get started on getting ready for tonight. You know you women take far longer than us men!" teased Chris.Sandy elbowed Chris in the ribs playfully, jumped up and ran into the bedroom to get ready. She spent her time in the shower deciding what she would wear and ended.