I had seen her tan Italian skin above her bathing suit a couple of times that summer when she had come with me and my f****y to the beach, but I was u...prepared for how stunning it contrasted with the untanned skin of firm white breasts and the glimpse of her dark brown nipples, very erect from her arousal, took my breath away. My cock was really leaking. (By this time I had forgotten about how pissed off at her I was.) He alternated his nipple kissing and sucking between her two breasts and she. Comparing our bodies, I couldn't see how Roger would choose me and I took an instant dislike to the girl. I'm sure she treated me with some distain and her conversation and looks were directed at Roger, even when I asked a question. Certainly my blue sweat suit uniform didn't impress her much and I had the feeling she thought I was only a prisoner there and of no consequence. My hopes that she wouldn't wish to join the school were dashed when she agreed to come for an interview and two weeks. “I’ll get something when you’re done.”He went looking for Betty, and found her in the living room. The TV was on.“What’s wrong with Matilda?” he asked.Betty looked up at him. “Nothing,” she said. “Why?”“She just about bit my head off,” he said.“Oh,” she said and turned back to the TV.Bobby shook his head. She was obviously off her feed too. He was about to go take a shower when her voice stopped him.“You have two phone messages,” she said.“Who from?” he asked.“Misty and some woman I’ve never. He was about the only friend I had left, and he let me sleep in the theater during the winter, after it opened at 2:00 pm. Now that I was awake, eyes bleary and bloodshot, I struggled with what had awakened me. Maybe the bottle of rye lying broken on the sidewalk, the small amount left striving for the gutter and an eventual home in the Gulf of Mexico. No, that wouldn’t have done it. This happened all too frequently and it never woke me before. The bells ringing in my ears? Naw, that was.