I sat beside her and put my arm around her. I don't know why. It just seemedthe right thing to do. After breakfast, we stashed all out gear and I tol... her to get back in thetruck. I walked a little ways on the highway. The sun was up, now, but therewas no traffic. The road was in bad shape. Nobody had worked on it for at leasta couple of years. We weren't going to be able to do more than 40 miles anhour. A shadow crossed the highway. I looked up. It was a Prankster, sizingme up. Looked just. We sat quietly while the rest of the passengers boarded. It was full enough that by the time everyone was seated there wasn't any completely empty rows and neither of us had an excuse to move. I turned to see if she might entertain a little conversation, she was already looking at me with an amused smirk. "You think you're pretty clever, huh? How's that working out for you?" "I manage, I like to think I find solutions to problems that others can't." "I see, so taking a seat that's not yours. She was saving him for a special occasion.Back at the time in first year, one friend in particular, Tiffany, a dark skinned charming and beautiful girl with an Amazon ass and dancer's thighs, always smiling and innocent, saw it for the first time as Sonya walked into her room wearing nothing but a black bra and panties, which did nothing to hide her erect penis from her view. This vision intimidated her, and despite being her close friends, (they'd even slept in the same bed!) completely. I accepted, wondering where this was going to go.When we entered her apartment, my heart was again racing. She had a very tiny place, it was just her room, a closet, and a bathroom. No kitchen and no other rooms. But she had decorated it very well. She had candles everywhere (several she lit as soon as we walked in), a bed with lots of fluffy and silk pillows, a chair and chest of drawers.We kissed deeply after she closed the door and wrapped her hands around my shoulders. I enjoyed the feel of.