And we did, but only after some important things. First, we had to see what the other girls were wearing, though we generally refrained from dissing t...hem. That would be later, in school. Then we had to find our tables with the individual place settings, pose for the obligatory photos, and so on. By then the music had started, and Eric swept me off onto the dance floor. Round and round, we went. Fast, slow, I think we hit nearly every dance number they played. By now we were familiar with each. My pistol popped in my pants and formed a tiny tent in my trousers telling her exactly what she wanted to know. “Well I guess that answers that question,” she seared with a smirk. “I like those too,” we heard from a table away as a tantalizing twenty something attendant started an approach, causing me a bit of angst as I attempted to hide my harden state inadequately. She was a blond bodacious beauty that could easily turn any head from the heavenly aura of erotic energy she emanated. “They’re. We kind of crossed a line, and I don't know what's going to happen now." "Yeah, I don't know either," I empathized. "I mean I don't want to move out, or anything. I really like living with you guys. I mean, it's not just the sex. You're all, you know, good roommates. I've had a lot of bad ones in the past, but I can totally trust all of you, you know?" "We like you too, Bill," Kris said, patting my thigh. Her touch did nothing to diminish my erection. "So, I guess... I don't know. Do we call. Not around you because you're the only one I could always be the real me with.And when I met Tobey, you just left me. You just let us be, like I was finally out of your hair. And now I'm with him, and you're gone.And then Cait shows up and she's angry, but she gets it. She knows you and she understands what I'm talking about. And we talked all night and all day, and it was like... she's not you but she's almost you, in a way. So she's the you that I can be a different me around. You know? So.