What’s it like?”I pushed my mug across the kitchen table, handle towards Mel. “It’s hot, so sip it gently.”Mel took a sip, then immediately ...rinkled her nose. “How can you drink that stuff! There’s no sugar in it.” The mug was propelled back in my direction.“It’s an acquired taste,” I admitted.We resumed drinking our preferred beverages.A thought occurred to me. “What time do you have to be home by?” I asked Mel.“An hour earlier than yesterday because Mum will finish work and make dinner. Harker had been nursing his whiskey for the past hour. He’d gone through the motions of unpacking, meditating, and then going for a walk. He tried reading, and then sleeping, and failed. So there he was, in the bar, betraying his own principles about no booze, no bullshit before the tournament, and all because he couldn’t sleep. The first thing he noticed was her legs, long, slim, infinite, with just the slightest hint of muscle. They were encased in calf-length leather boots, above which was. Lola knew what James room looked like because her bedroom window faced his and she would sometimes catch glimpses of him. It had a huge king sized bed with black silk and satin covers, the walls were bare of posters or photos just black and silver wallpaper and one dark wood cupboard. His room was en suite too; Lola blushed when she remembered the day she found this out.She had been sitting in her favourite reading place on the window sill when something caught her eye, she looked up in time to. I was 17, shorter, petite and was also a swimmer but I never developed like Scott. Growing up together, we discovered sex together by seeing dirty movies or magazines. We also went from seeing each other naked to masturbating in front of each other to me jerking him off then to me giving him blow jobs. I developed a crush on Scott and wanted to take it to the next level with kissing and him fucking me in the ass but he wasnt comfortable with that. He only let me give him head every now and.