Gradually things didn’t work out between them and they broke up. A few weeks later, she opened herself to me and told me the story of her ex-boyfrie...d. She told me that he used to force himself on her and she felt very uncomfortable. I consoled her as she was greatly affected by all this. She used to chat all night long about him to me. But, as time passed she moved on. It was class 12th and we both opted for arts. We used to now bunk classes and go for movies and stuff. We didn’t realize that. “Fuck you, Buckman, the surf is up,” answered the Hammer.“Nobody’s riding the surf today.”“Maybe you’d like to ride the surf?” asked Bill.I just smiled. “If you think you can make me, feel free to try.” I could see Matt trying to slip out to the side, and I shifted a little more. “Get lost,” I told him. He scooted out through the arch and went upstairs. He roomed diagonally across from Joe and me. Bill tried to move and intercept him, but I just stayed between them.“What the fuck is wrong with. She’d left us to return to France a few months ago, upset that my father hadn’t planned to marry her. Henriette was beautiful, a raven-haired woman who had the flash of a movie star. She turned heads whenever she walked into a room, even my father wasn’t immune to her charms. ‘What’s wrong with Henriette coming back?’ I asked, hoping that Anna would reveal some scandalous secret to me about Henriette’s abrupt departure. ‘Dad shouldn’t lower himself to associate with her, I don’t want her. Then over the next few weeks she started leaving the door open when she got changed and had showers and wore her most revealing clothes around the house. She also walked in on me in the shower a few times and said she wasn't looking but i saw her take a peak a few times.The other night, I heard her sex sounds coming from her room but i knew she was alone. My dick stood on end as i listened to her masturbating. It was louder then normal which meant that she'd left her door open and wanted me to.