Michael was 17 and an extremely confident, loud and hilarious drama student who every one knew, loved and aspired to. Girls wanted to be with him and ...uys wanted to be him. He wasn’t traditionally good looking but he had this serious inner sexiness that I could never quite put my finger on. He had light brown wild hair that would stick out at random angles, which he would always subconsciously mess up even more with his hand. He was quite tall and thin, yet proportioned and toned. I had never. Penelope caught the look on his face and said, "Well, I think it's timefor me to fess up to a little fib. You see, we are having a partytonight, but it's not exactly a costume party. We wanted to start offthis contest with a bang and Samantha here," she gestured at Samanthawho was beaming, "came up with this little idea. Sort of a way to bringus all together and get everyone involved. Come down here a minute."The group descended the stairs halfway. The downstairs was swarmingwith people. Three. I resolved that I would be outgoing and seek out friends and trust my instincts, instead of being shy as I had been in the past. At the university campus, you could tell that the mix of youth people, alcohol and loneliness would be a recipe for sex but, still, how forward could you get away with been?I was walking around campus and saw a beautiful ass in front of me. Now was the time to be confident. I walked straight up to her and said "Hello. are you a fresher?". "Yes", she replied and. On one particular morning, on the first weekend of my holiday, I had made arrangements to meet up with some old school friends for the day, and had woken up very early. I was lying in my bed under the duvet watching the TV when Julia, my youngest sister came into my room with a mug of coffee at around 8:45am. “Morning sweetie!” I said with a smile, and thanked her as she placed the mug on the bedside table, saying that the others had all gone out already. I sat up a little in the bed, pulling.