Leaving glistening trails down my shoulder blades, my chest and my thighs. The sunlight accentuates everything. From the delicate curves of my small b...reasts, to my smooth naval and soft pink pussy. My flowing blond hair, the gentle curve of my back. My ass round and firm, dew-laden like a juicy peach. Before I can finish drying my hair, you open the bathroom door and walk in on me. You’re naked too. Perhaps wanting to take a shower of your own. However, as my eyes look over your body, I notice. Your mouth is tight on my nipple you suck them hard and “without desire it hurts me” but I won’t stop you.“Kiss me” You say and I sink a little bit further as I realise how bad a job I am doing of pretending, but I never wanted to pretend don’t you see that I’m not a pretender.I kiss you and it’s no effort but it’s not the sort of kiss that stories are made of.My lips turn up at the sides as I smile but my eyes aren’t smiling, my pulse isn’t racing and my heart isn’t yearning.I’m certain you’re. Some i knew from school, some were from other schools. we didnt talk to any of them though, we walked right by and made our way to the kitchen which was also full of drunk k**s. krista was one of them. she flung herself at teresa to give her a hug and squealed as girls do when theyre drunk and see their friends. teresa tells her we need jello shots and krista grabs a tray of about eight jello shots out of the fridge and starts passing them out to nearby k**s. i had never had one of these. In an attempt to get her out of her funk I had befriended her and made her a lab assistant for the summer session just to keep her busy and give her the opportunity to stay in her dorm. Her music tutor was at the university during the summer conducting camps and Helen became his assistant too so she was very busy. Her mother came up to see her twice. We met. By the end of the summer Helen had returned to her usual bouncy self and had proclaimed me her guru. Three years later after she.