" So tell me, Nikki, how come you never told me about you?" Heather askedkindly."Scared, I guess. And I'm sorry about borrowing your stuff withoutaski...ng." Don't worry, sister dear, that's what sisters are for, sharing."We then I heard a knock at the apartment door, and shortly after mom yelldown the hall, "Nichole, Amy is here to see you." OK, mom. Can you tell her I'm in my room," I hollered back.Amy then came into my room and joined Heather and me in talking."Having a nice chat?" Nichole. She was average size with black hair and solid B-cup breasts that wobbled slightly when she walked. No matter what clothing she wore, you always managed to be able to see her underwear. Her shirt would either be made of a material that was practically see-through or was tight enough fitting to see the outline of her bra. When she wore leggings, which she often did, you could see the outline of her panties over her cute little bum. Marisa was next. She was easily the smallest out of the girls. By that point, we had put our tongues down each other's throats and touched our balls together plenty of times. If that was the metric, then we were gayer than a three dollar bill. We had gotten our fair share of ridicule. We had been called all kinds of names and branded all sorts of things but it never deterred us. We both could crack some skulls if push came to shove. Luckily, we only had to defend ourselves once. We were lovers not fighters and we loved far harder than we fought. “Can you. Carol had followed me all around, and we began talking. I found out she was 24 to my 26, and she had graduated from the local community college with an associate’s degree in office management. She was not dating anyone and had not for several months. We seemed to get along, and I felt an attraction to her. I asked her if I could take her for a coffee or snack in order to get to know her better. I explained my feelings and that I hope she had some of the same.She agreed to coffee, so after I.