Lunch sound good?" "Sure." Times and dates are set, and time crawls to the weekend. Finally they meet up. She smiles as she sees him, a quick hug and...a kiss on the cheek. They walk to the pub and make small talk over a nice meal and a drink at a small pub he knows. Conversation flows. One subject leads into the next, and then they realise that a couple of hours have passed. The meal finished, and the bottle of wine drunk, they sit for a few minutes, idly chatting. "I know this area. Let's. We got showered and washed our hair, moisturised and douched as normal,then we went and dried each other's hair and got dressed, Kelly's dad wastaking us to the station and we were picking up Shonali at noon.I slipped into my bra and knickers, loving the fact that the breasts inthe bra cups were my own, I had a few pairs of 'B' cup bra's until mybreasts developed enough for me to use my 'C' cup bra's hopefully withoutthe enhancement of the silicon 'chicken fillets' I now used to boost mygrowing. She said that I had already wasted her day and that if I'll be living with her then there are groundrules that need to be laid out. She showed me to her spare room that had once belonged to her rommate a few years ago. It was extremely feminine, light pink walls, a four poster canopy bed with sheer light pink canopy. There was a dresser and make up table that she kept alot of her excess makeup and clothing in. She told me that later on i could get a few boxes to put her clothes into in. I want to say I'm not dressed like a slut, but it seems pointless. Her hand slides around from my jaw to grab the back of my head by my hair, yanking on it as her other hand roams down to my shorts, beginning to unbutton them as I try to force her hand away. She grabs my hand by the wrist and forces it behind me, ramming me against the door harder with her body to pin it behind me as she goes back to unfastening my shorts. Her hand immediately following by showing inside the front of my shorts,.