When class started, Mr. Kent announced more reading and discussion from the work of Anais Nin. For an English class, it was surprisingly interesting. ...hen he assigned an essay, due Monday, describing our thoughts on another of her readings. That seemed more like work.When class ended, Crystal and Sandra resumed their conversation about Nadia. I really felt I should hang around in case things got out of control, but then my PDA signaled a call from Nadia herself."Yeah, hang on, this isn't good. She sighed heavily, her chest rising and falling."No. No... I... I need to tell you. I need to tell someone. This is too much to bear alone," she said, her voice sounding distant."Take your time," I said, reassuring her. Tentatively, I reached my hand out and touched her knee, careful to let her know that I was there for her as a friend, not wanting her to turn on me as she had a few minutes earlier. She let me touch her, first the tips of my fingers, then my entire palm as I gently pressed it. As she was visiting for only about 24 hours or so, and she was traveling alone, I offered her dinner after she'd conducted her business. I really did not expect her to contact me, but call me she did. She asked if the dinner offer still stood. I said "Of Course!" Arrangements were made, and we met at a very fine Italian restaurant. She arrived a few minutes, but no worries. I greeted her warmly, and she returned the greeting. Her lean shape, including slim breasts and hips, were accentuated by. I kept stroking, slowly, using the clear jel as lubricant. More veins sprouted along the length of my dick, stretching and pulsing hard against my fingers. When I squeezed each of my balls with my other hand, it hurt, until each ball would tug away from my fingers and pull up tight against my body. The spray from the shower framed me in a cloud of glittering water droplets, lit from behind by the sunrise. My muscles were taught, my body sculpted in light and shadow. My erection strained out.