“Friday night was definitely one for the record books.”“And the next couple of days?”Well, I really didn’t want to mention how I was drunk a...d hungover from using a fake ID, so I simply nodded and said, “Pretty much like you two. Jack is now but a dried-out shell of a man.”“So, when do we get to meet this wonderful guy? You’ve told us about him, but it’s been months now and he’s never been here.”I shrugged. “I don’t know. It’s just never been the right time. This weekend?”Mom shook her head.. Needless to say I have spilled more then a fair share of seed thinking about that Italian goddess, but she never really looked my way. At least until one fateful day.I remember I had just received my very first digital camera from my parents for Christmas a few days ago. I walked over to my friend’s house to show him the camera. Now I had known these guys for years, his parents were almost never home and so I did not think twice about just letting myself in without bothering to knock. I walked. A rush of sexual tension washed over me like a wave as I went into a cubicle and slipped my panties down my legs. Once in my hand, I felt how damp they were and my eyes widened. I had to somehow get these into his pocket without anyone seeing, and I knew immediately he wouldn't make this easy. Opening the bathroom door I walked back down the corridor and into the ballroom, once at the bar I practically walked into Christian standing there. His eyes were lit up and he grinned at me. . bis ich endlich als komplette Dame nach Hause zurückkehrte (so dachten meine Eltern) und mit Alan zusammentraf.Er erwies sich als mein Fang der Nacht bei meiner Willkommen-Party zu Hause. Ein gut aussehender Typ mit einer Persönlichkeit und einem passenden Bankkonto. Ein Typ, der selbstbewusst und anscheinend sehr erfolgreich in der Kunst der Verführung war, wenn einige der Geschichten meiner Freundinnen wahr waren.Ich hatte ihn unter den "Hengsten" bemerkt, weil er blond, blauäugig und gut.