Her one bedroom apartment was far nicer than mine, beautifullydecorated and furnished with mostly modern but comfortable pieces,which I loved. Her bed...oom was another matter though. It was definitelya girl's room: the walls covered with pink wall paper that had a tinyfloral print in it, the floors covered with a deep-pile pale pinkcarpet, the curtains and bedspread all lace trimmed and a matchingshade of dusty pink. Even the sheets were made of pale pink satin. Atfirst, I was a bit. I stood and watched Vicky walk up onto the porch. "Thank you for coming Vicky. I was afraid you would change your mind and stand me up."Vicky laughed and said, "Well, I almost did. I was so nervous I could hardly sleep last night and I was up at 6 this morning. Finally at about 7:40 momma told me to quit fidgeting and get on over here so here I am. I hope I'm not too early?"I laughed and said, "No, you're fine. I've been up since a little after 6. I normally get up early and go to bed early.. I like to feel like my response of “wrong sister” to them was rather dry and witty, but more than likely just made me sound like even more of a bitch than the resting expression on my face would imply. Come junior year, Ingrid had graduated and moved to a different country for university, and I felt like it was my time to shine. The year of Anne at Fairfield, I had a great looking first semester, specifically due to a digital art class that was a prerequisite for a photography. As I looked over this sight I happily realized that I had a bigger dick than his and would please my girl better then he would his. She turned over and said, "Let's got those off." She slid off my pants revealing of plain black boxer-briefs with a tent pitched in the middle. She pulled those off too as I rested my head on a soft pillow. She took my hard cock in her hand and as she began to stroke she said, "Nice." She rolled the condom over my throbbing cock, unsure if I could take any more,.