Kayla was 21 at the time, she is a redhead with olive white skin and blue eyes. she had this smile that lit up a room, and a body that was slender and...very slim because she went to the gym 3 times a week. She has an ass that was perfect in size, round as a plum and firm as wells steel. Kayla got into bed wearing nothing but her batman booty shorts and started to fall asleep. I waited about 10 minutes or so to make sure she was asleep before I left the closet. I opened the closet door, I picked. I stood in front of the tapestry. ‘It looks like it belongs in a museum,’ I whispered. ‘It should. It cost enough,’ Mr. Smith laughed a bit. He had a great laugh. He looked like a regular guy when he laughed and I suddenly relaxed. I looked at the wall and there was a huge white wooden shelf stocked with books. I glanced at the titles of the books, a lot of them my favorites and smiled. I saw titles of art and photography books I couldn’t wait to dig into. I felt him squeeze my shoulder. One weekend I went to a football game with some girls I was friendly with from school. The girls found out about a party that night, and asked me to go with them. I really did not get into high school parties, but I didn’t have plans and figured the party would beat sitting around my house playing with myself.We met at one of the girl’s houses and headed to the party. I was wearing a tight black sweater and panted on jeans, I knew my ass looked really good. The party was okay, there were a lot. "Nice and tight now" she intoned, "just like last night" she socketed a tray into it and stroked his chin lovingly. He couldn't help but smile back, her mood was infectious. "Ready?" she asked, holding up a plate laden with bacon, eggs and toast.He nodded, wincing at the weight of the plate as it settled on the tray, tweaking his sore jaw muscles."Ok, up you go. Easy does it." she gave him a pat on his behind as he turned carefully with the tray. Evidently, he thought distractedly, the Zeta's.