...and that was kind of different thinking for me...........I usually got mad, stayed mad, bitchy and sulky.............." "Judy got the vaseline out....Both of us started playing with him, talking to him, saying all kinds of crazy sexual stuff to him.......we wanted him to hurry up and come...........and it didn't take too long.......this time we just got it on our hands and boobs, not all over our faces, but Miguel, being a guy, was pretty happy anyway.....then we relaxed, took a shower, had. If my memory serves me correctly, it had been a pretty normal hall of residence party. The night had begun with my roommates and I shooting cans of bud before, and for this bit I can only assume, cheesily chatting up any girls that would listen to us. Like most 18-year-old students, we thought we were cool. And we thought we were hot. Our track record of "scoring with the ladies" told a different story but we were always game for a laugh. Or as the case seemed to be, game to be laughed at. I. I dropped the leftovers on the trolley and grabbing my towel and key. I pushed the trolley out into the hall and followed Crystal to the swimming pools.I found her ploughing through the water in the big Olympic sized pool. I watched her as I stripped down to my togs. She had a nice even stroke, and I waited until she turned before diving in after her.She wasn’t idling along, and I found that I had to stretch out and put a bit of effort into keeping up with her. She was a strong swimmer, but I. Her mother was sick and in the hospital and Frieda needed to take care of her aging father. Linda was going to give support to Frieda.It was a month after that first evening and I was surprised at the passion these two had for each other as well as for me. We had done everything together and Frieda was blossoming back into the secure confident woman she once was."I'm just a little hurt that she hasn't invited me to come as well," I moped."Her family wouldn't understand. We're trying to ease.