She went on, “I have to go back upstairs now. I think you understand how it has to be.” Then she turned around, and I watched her ass swaying insi...de her tight jeans. I remembered watching her behind once before, on Lydig after our pizza date. This time she didn’t look back at me. She went through the lobby door and left me there.As usual, she hadn’t wasted any time and had gotten straight to the point.***For the next three days, I was depressed about my romantic misfortune. I wondered if I was. By the time I saw myself in themirror I barely recognized myself. I looked like a teenage girl in oneof the magazines.The rest of the afternoon was spent shopping for new clothes. AuntBetty bought me several tops and shirts. She got me a dozen pairs ofpanties in various colors and designs. Many of them had lacy trimaround the legs. I got new shorts and some skirts and socks and shoesand sandals of my very own. I got a couple training bras and somenylons and a nighty and some baby doll. She sat next to her gymnast, whom she’d spent so much time watching with the perfect excuse of being her coach. It was true she’d been attracted to other girls, but she’d never thought seriously about doing anything about it. With Nikki though, there was something extra. A sweetness, on top of the physical perfection. Sweet, but not weak. A strong person, who hadn’t really discovered her strength yet. Superficially she could seem a bit vulnerable... Nikki reached out and stroked her right hand. The idea made her face feel hot and her pussy damp. She simply couldn't shake the mixed emotions of shame and arousal she felt when she thought of the time she spent at the club.She tried to make up for it, though. She treated white men and women with deference and respect. Always calling them sir or ma'am as appropriate. No one seemed to have noticed it or just assumed she was very polite. Men had asked her out on dates, but it wasn't the same. She found herself wanting them to take charge of.