"'Sup shit head." I hear the familiar voice say, I know instantly who this is. It was Derek, my best friend slash drug dealer. He was a good guy, he j...st ran his mouth too much. "Bitch," I say, "What are you doing here?" "I can ask you the same! Eric, we are like five miles from campus and you don't have a car!" he laughs out like it was the funniest thing ever. Once he calms down a bit he continues his tirade. "Dude, I didn't expect you to be here, I was just running my rounds, but I'm. He stepped off the bike, put it on its stand and leaned over the leather seat. Time passed, but she didn’t move so he spoke to her in a friendly tone, ‘Can I help you find something?’ She glanced over her shoulder, ‘No…’ ‘—waiting for someone?’ he mumbled. Her shoulders collapsed in a sigh. She had enough. She turned to him, exasperated, but then her demeanor brightened as her eyes fell on his bike. Even her chest seemed to perk up. The corners of her mouth dimpled, and she gave a sly look,. Oh, by that time I was really into masturbation and walking around with a perpetual hardon 24/7.I told Jack, the manager, that I really hadn't messed with girls but admitted that I beat off a lot. He laughed and told me that was what guys do and he did too. Well, that was a relief because I was going to ask him how long do guys do that. He assured me guys do it for a very long time even as they get old.Well, I had trousers to buy and we picked out a pair and they had to be altered so I. I started massaging her lower back. I asked her am I doing this too hard. Sarita says no that feels good. Don’t move it’s time to get those hot towels. Sarita also says can you get me a glass of water. When I came back with the hot towels and water, Sarita now had the large towel over her back and thighs. I said Sarita the towel is too high on your back. Move it down to your waist. Sarita said can I trust you to do it. I said absolutely. As I sat on the large towel that was now covering her.