It had been months since he'd seen her, but it was always good food and she wasn't bad to look at either. He'd had urges for her back in college, but ...either one or the other of them seemed to have someone of interest at the time, and it had never gotten any further than good friends. She had a small apartment, and it was on the way, it was going to be a lot more leisurely if he stayed the Friday night and finished the drive Saturday morning. So David continued to make plans for his trip, and. He swabbed at the cut on her lower lip with the wet cotton to clean off the caked blood. ‘Ow!’ Nicky grimaced at the pain. ‘Do you always do that?’ asked Eric, as he continued to clean the wound. ‘Do what?’ ‘Run after underage girls on the street,’ he commented in monotone. ‘Oh! I was counselling that girl and that…ow…guy must be her pimp,’ explained Nicky and winced again as Eric swabbed at her cut again. Eric then put some ice into the clean towel and handed it to her. ‘Here, press it on the. Then my cock sprung into action again, and I couldn't hide it as my groin pressed against hers. "Ooooh la la!", she exclaimed, with that wonderful French expression of pleasant surprise. We both laughed as i tried to mumble some excuse about not being used to dancing with a kilt on. We enjoyed dancing together, our pleasure compensating our lack of technical knowledge.While we were dancing I commented that unlike me she was not following the Scottish tradition, because I could feel her. Despite the fact that she was only 5ft 9" and a UK size 24 and a 44HH bra size with beautiful long straight dark brown hair that almost reached her waist, she had this confidence in herself with the way she looked and for me that was the greatest attraction. Her confidence also spilled over into her sex life, she was quite an open and forthright girl and would quite happily be the one to make the first move on a fella and usually got what she wanted!One day as i was escorting her through as.