Now Nathalie, don'tjust stand there, make Brooke and I a cocktail please, I'll have theusual, what do you want Brooke?" Screwdriver for me please, tha... seems appropriate."I was still stuck cemented to the spot my hand slowly crushing thebalustrade to sawdust.Mia sneered. "Well come on then, we're waiting."I started to move, slowly and Brookes eyes stayed fastened on me as Iworked my way down one step at a time. As I walked past them on my wayto the kitchen Mia patted my arse. "That's a good. To my elation, as they did so the sexy guy moved in my direction.“What’s your name?” he asked as he stood before me.“Gus,” I replied.“Wow, that’s very economical,” he answered, with a smile.“What’s your name?” I asked.“Take a guess,” he said, pointing to one of the chevrons on his arm.“That’s a chevron,” I said, incredulously.“You got it. My names Chevron, Chevron Deroubaix… French ancestors,” he resolved with a shrug, before adding, “But everyone just calls me, Chevy.”“Wow, that’s about as. But even though it didn't seem to bother her, it bothered me. Hence, I've been drowning my sorrows." I can explain baby." No you can't Cassie. You had a date with me and you stood me up to go out with another guy. There just isn't any good explanation for that.I looked at my watch, "Got to go. Time for my next class" and I got up and left her sitting there.Cass was sitting on my doorstep when I got home that night. "Can I come in? I'd like to talk."I shrugged and stepped aside to let her in. I. She needed more than her fingers but what to do. Then she remembered the bananas she bought. She looked at them, wondered if she could actually use that. She picked up one and ran her hand over it. “You are big than that loser Arthur” she said and chuckled. She ran it over her already puffy pussy lips. “Ooh” she cried. Again looking at the piece of fruit she licked it. “You taste better than Arthur too” she said and laughed. Lying on the bed she began to again rub it against her pussy and then,.