”“There’s always room service,” I reminded her. Herbody remained close to mine, swaying gently to thebeat of the music in the...next room. When she casuallybrushed a hand across my hardening bulge, it mighthave even seemed accidental to an onlooker. I knewElaine well enough to know it wasn’t accidental.She put her drink down on the bar. “Or maybe we cancome back down.” She smiled a wicked smile,“Afterwards.”It took only five minutes to get. An unfortunately small shower. And before lovemaking that had it been a painting, would have graced the wall of a museum.I love my Stoney. I love what we do to each other. For each other. And two naked bodies, that's a part of marriage that words can't describe.In some ways, though, my life is stressful."Rich girl problems," Stoney says when I talk about it. I'm supposed to be on the next step after college in the circle of life: career. Or more accurately for female ("You betcha! I checked!". I started texting her about yesterday’s experience and asked how she felt. She was also excited with that as it was new for both of us. After finishing collage I reached my home by noon and was alone since my parents were working and they used to reach home only by evening. Even she was done with her college by noon and I texted her wanna catch up? It wasn’t new that she visiting my place. We used to hang out at my place many a times whenever we had nothing to do. She replied sure and the door. But did they havea pair to fit me? The salesgirl brought three pairs of different sizesand widths out and I proceeded to try on the first pair and walk aroundthe store in them. I noticed right away how steadily I could walk inthese shoes, considering they had three inches of heel."These feel a bit too narrow," I told the lady as I sat back down. "ButI like having the strap." They're Mary-Janes," the salesgirl explained. "A lot of girls buy themfor working in restaurants." That's exactly what I.