My face was a little flawed, I suppose. And I was too muscular- girls weren't supposed to be muscular. Whatever.When I graduated high school, I got a ...ob working as a waitress at a restaurant in Manhattan, and got a little studio walk up not too far from Central Park. I kept running in the park every morning, as I worked the lunch shift. Junior waitresses just didn't get the more profitable night shifts early on in their career. I was making money, I was surviving ... but I was very lonely. I. It was only now that Jeff noticed that she had completely shed her own shorts, leaving only her white cotton panties to hide her snatch. Jeff also noticed that the panties were almost entirely wet and there was a faint smell of female arousal in the air. Jeff smirked as he realised that behind her calm, cool facade, Clara was just as horny as he was. Clara kneeled over Jeff, straddling his thighs. As she slowly layed down on top of him, she pushed her wet panties against Jeff’s hard cock. By. Still no answer. Perhaps He is in the shower? I wait. When 15 minutes has passed, I knock once more, still to no avail. My heart begins to turn to stone as I sink down to sit on the hallway floor outside His door. An hour passes with no sign of Him. I resign myself to the fact that He has changed His mind about me. I want so badly to cry, but hold it in as I make my way slowly back downstairs. I am nearly to the lobby doors when an announcement comes over the speakers, “Taylor. Please. I’ll go to bed early and see if that helps.”“See that you do man,” leaning back in his chair, he held up a peace sign as his way of saying that I was free to go. I exited shortly after with Gene following close behind.“Trouble at home?” she suggested.“Not really, in fact, it’s been a lot better at home since I’ve been back.”“Oh,” the depression in her voice was obvious. She really wanted there to be something wrong, but I didn’t know if it was because she wanted me to move back to her place, or.