I've never seen him naked before. His body is as hot as his face. He's not chiseled. I like that. I prefer to avoid obvious narcissists. He's not chis...led but he's trim and is well defined. His pecs are firm, no man boobs on this k**. The hair in his pits is thick and darker than the hair on his head. His pubes are dark and thick. God I hope he has a hairy ass. His chest sports only a few hairs around the nipples. His belly has a few around his navel and then a nice passion trail down to his. “If you need anything...” she knew there was nothing she could do to help. It was just one of those things people say.“It’s okay, Beck. It’s just the way it is. I lose people. I’m getting used to it.”I didn’t see the look on her face, but she fell back and left me to my thoughts.I walked through the rest of my classes and collapsed into a chair in the cafeteria, feeling exhausted. I picked at the fries I’d ordered, but they didn’t seem all that good today. I knew there was no difference, but I. A week after he had returned to uni, he phoned me. He said he was sorry things had been weird when he visited me, and he wanted us to be friends like we used to. I told him that it would be easier if we kept in touch more. We decided to book a holiday together for the following summer. ‘Amsterdam,’ he suggested. ‘We can stay in a cheap hostel. We can drink and visit the coffee-shops and red-light-zone, catch a sex show, that sort of thing.’ I agreed; it would give us something to look forward. On one occassion we were at a bar with some friends. It was dark and noisy, but not a club and there weren't really any spots where you could really feel safe to get away with naughtiness. I knew that my friend was wearing a pair of fine lace panties - she told me when we were at the bar and later passed them to me under the table, giving me a knowing look as she pushed them into my hand. Nobody noticed, so I knew I just had to wait for her to tell me what was on her mind.By chance, later in.