Her hand rested on top of mine holding it close to her. Pausing at a stand, she tried on glittering jewelry, then on to the next for hats to block the...tropical sun. Our hands caress and touch and explore each other as we walk, causing ripples of excitement to pass through with each step. In the Dior shop, she selects matching panties and bra of silk so shear it seems not to exist and twirls into the dressing room, her dress swirling up to reveal her nakedness. The curtain slid back and she. She messaged me during the day to ask if her new boyfriend could join us (which of course was no problem, he was a really nice guy). On the menu was creamy garlic chicken and a salad, so we got to making it when we got home from work. Part way through making dinner, he arrived. I admired her choice in men usually but this fellow actually started to pitch in to help us cook! We were laughing, having a beverage, and overall having a good time. I started to set our table and my roommate definitely. She shivered again. Brian lifted her chemise. He boldly trailed one long finger through her juices and held it up to his nose, savoring her clean, womanly smell. ‘You smell delicious,’ he sighed. He leaned back, dropping her hem back in place. He eyed her breasts, raising one arrogant brow. ‘Now, take that chemise off. I want to see your breasts.’ Sarah’s fingers shook with excitement as she untied the satin ribbon and slipped the buttons free. Her nipples were tightly furled, aching for his. Things are stable again now. And I like that. The problem is that every time things seem stable, something just goes completely wrong. I swear, making my life calm seems to tempt Fate to kick me in the balls. Every fucking time, Joyce!“I’m doing a lot more thinking about what I’m doing, who I am, what I believe, and what I want. I’m not the same person you met five years ago when I first came here and we started flirting. I’m not the same person you helped in the shower. I’m not the same person.