We were at college together. Sometimes our group wasbigger, tonight was quiet really. But we always had a good time. We always gotout of our heads. It...didn't matter whether we were at a party, in the pub orjust sitting in the park. There was always drink. Cans from the offy. Or bottlesof wine. Some of my crowd liked to get stoned. Everybody liked to drink,but not as much as me. My party never stopped. I was up for it every night. Itwas my right. I was eighteen.? On a nightlike this with the. Instead he offered me a drink and was enjoying the looks I was giving him. Normally by now I would have got the money up front but for some reason We didn't even talk about what my rates were. After he pored me a drink he had me sit on the bed and he sat next to me. He took my hair and pulled me to him and kissed me. We fell on the bed and he was caressing my breasts. I had only started my hormones not long before so I was still small. But it felt so good to have a man want to touch me there. I. ”I pushed through the door and was shrugging my arms from my suit jacket as the door closed. “Good morning, Sir.”“Everything okay, dear?” He was standing with concern reflected in his stance and face.I assured him I was fine but thought I would get his advice on something. I was removing my blouse, laying it over the jacket, and unfastening my skirt. I let it drop, turned to point my butt to him and bent at the waist, legs straight, to pick it up from the floor. I turned my head to him as. He enjoyed talking, and he enjoyed listening even more. He wanted to know her name, where she comes from, where her family is from, and many other things. He sighed because he reminded himself for the ump-teenth time that women in California do not believe in having relationships, but in having fuck buddies. They all wanted someone to spoil them rotten with their Platinum Cards by the day and to fuck them hardcore at night. The word ‘date’ is unheard of in their circles. He knew that he was.