“Shit angel, I’m almost there. So close hold on!” I push harder and harder trying to reach my orgasm that is just barely out of reach. “Fuck E...than, you’ve been going for the better part of an hour and you ain’t came once. I’m done. Let it go,” she says as she slides out from under me, leaving me hard and frustrated. This is gonna be a lonely night.My name is Ethan Mathews. Nothing really special about me, I’m an average guy with an average shitty life. I’m 5’7, 155 pounds. I’m not just nothing. Touching my arm. Touching my leg.Leaning against me, closer and closer as the night drones on. Her naggy room mate gets up to use the bathroom, my room mate staring drunkenly into the fire, She leans over and kisses me. No one noticed. Games continue. She continues to sneak me kisses here and there however so sloppily. Her room mate decides to crash. She zips herself up in the tent. MY room mate, Ben, Continues drinking and singing merrily. He is enjoying his own company. Mandy asks if could. Then we had lunch together and we used to talk quite a bit. Slowly we got closer and she also got used to the London way of life. She had brought some western clothes and one day when I came back from work I was making tea for myself as she was not awake and suddenly I heard her saying good morning can u make some tea for me. I said ok and when the tea was ready I called her and she walked in to the lounge.Oh my god I whispered to myself. She had a pink t-short and black night pant on. Her. That was very sweet of you." She peered out at him from the cradle of the bouquet. Although the flowers covered her nose and mouth, Steven thought he detected a smile in the crinkles around her eyes.Steven mused over whether Jennifer meant the gift of the flowers, or his compliment. The bottle of rose' remained unattended in his outstretched arm, so Steven fit it into the mini-refrigerator in the corner of the dorm room so it could chill for later refreshment. He stripped off his jacket and set.