Then one night I was in bed when they came in from a Valentine’s Day date. My roommate liked to drink even though he was underage and was more than ...tipsy. She got him in bed and he was snoring immediately. By now there was little modesty and I peeked through slightly opened eyelids as she undressed between the two beds. Why would she want to join him? Their fucks were quite uninhibited and with the reduced modesty and the short distance I’d really observed them going at it as if I wasn’t there. “Yeah, I lost it when I left. I called the resort but they haven’t found it.” “That because it’s not there,” he said as he reached into the pocket of his shorts and pulled out her missing necklace. “How did you get that?” “I think it was our last night. The clasp got caught in your hair and you asked me to take it off for you.” “Oh right! I remember that now.” “Well, I must have dropped it in my shorts pocket by mistake. My housekeeper found it when she was doing my laundry shortly after I. Upstairs Papi. He trod the stairs quietly and entered the room in the center of the hall. Sparse plumes of marijuana smoke wafted around the space, eventually trailing towards the open window. Imar stood bare-chested and clad in plaid boxers that peeked over basketball shorts, padding the ash from end of his joint into a glass ashtray. His smooth, caramel skin still glistened with beads of water from the shower. Damp, shoulder-length dreadlocks were held in place by a black elastic band that. As I rinsed my hair I looked at the faint pink suds spiral down the drain. I closed my eyes again. I felt something roll down my back. Figuring it was just soap I paid no attention. Then something else. I felt hands as someone cupped my breasts. 'Shhh...' she whispered in my ear, 'its just me'. Her hands were cold against the warm water. She played with my already hardened nipples and ran her hands up and down the sides of my body. Her palms were soft and the feeling was pleasing. She ran her.