"Dyanne, I'd like you to meet a very good and dear old college friend,Michael. Michael, this is the girl that I was telling you about,Dyanne." Well D...anne Steve has told me quite a bit about you, I just hope you areeverything he described." At the mention of Michaels name my brain wentinto overload. I was overcome by a desire to run over to this man andtear his pants of just to get to his cock. I was struggling not to stareat his crotch. Visions of cock were flashing through e mind, I. “Nothing much.”“What? That’s crazy!”“I know. I said the same thing. She said he tries to use condoms but she hates them.”“At least she should get on the pill,” I said.“Sure. Just go to your Mom and Dad and say something like, ‘Well, I’m sexually active now and I’m going to stay that way. How’s about getting me a prescription to the pill so I can fuck whenever I feel like it?’ That would go over like a lead balloon.”“It would go over better than having to tell them you’re pregnant,” I. That's when I heard the shower water stop.Shit, I thought. That meant that she was going to be out of the shower and maybe coming in here to scream at me and call me the degenerated rapist that I truly was.I listened, in the bed, hiding like a coward for a long time, as I heard the sound of the hairdryer for a while and then a very odd sound that was like my sister's voice only it couldn't have been her voice because she was singing. Humming a happy melody in the bathroom and then in the suite. He opened wearing boxer shorts and a shirt. He was very slim and of fair complexion. He smiled as he welcomed me in.I went straight to the bedroom where we usually drink.He came in and sat by me.Abhi: So what’s up?Me: Nothing much dude. So what do you have?Abhi opened his cupboard and brought out two beers and handed one to me.Abhi: What shall we watch? The usual?I nodded so he put on the item songs we usually had on as we drank. A Hindi song started playing and he started nodding his head to.