Turning to face that girlish giggle, I looked straight into those big brown eyes. Damn, it was easy to get lost looking into those eyes. Even with the...flash of mischief she had as I turned red as the beets, I could easily lose myself to this friend.Watching those eyes roam around the garden I just stuttered when she asked "So, is the sun that hot already or did I just make you blush?"There's that giggle again. Damn, she got me a good one. Flashing Kim a big smile I glanced back at the tomatoes.. I hugged her and said, "But that way it stays in my pants, even if it is messy," and got another smile.But there was something about that girl. She really was my physical ideal. Not the ideal woman maybe. She was more like the ideal of a Grecian sculpture. I've been in museums and nearly run my hands over some classical sculpture. You just want to run your hands over it and appreciate the physicality, the existence of something so perfect.That night, I dreamt about her. In the dream I talked to. The cock, which was sporting a 'morning glory' didn't belong to James oflast night. It was attached to Marcus of later last night. It seemed onewasn't enough for this body and only a few hours after losing myvirginity I was back on the streets prowling for more pleasure. It didn'ttake much to get Marcus to follow me home. I just wiggled about and hefollowed me home like a child following the Pied Piper. I liked Marcus asa guy much more than I liked James. He was a young journalism. When my Gf was dancing on the floor I was speaking to her as I was not in much mood of dancing, we shared a common interest (my Gf.. Pheww), in general I really like to make a girl smile I think it’s the most beautiful thing in world. They deserve the best. That we got along well and exchanged our numbers, but we never texted each other for months. I never had any intention for her, I saw her just as a friend. One day my Gf told me ankita was not well and since she lives alone in a apartment.