He added the ice gently with a small pair of ice tongs before setting the tumbler in front of me. By that time, I needed a good belt, and took a more ...than a small sip of the amber fluid, hoping it would help calm my ragged nerves.The smooth but heavily musky flavor of spirit was unlike anything I'd ever had before and it seemed to transcend my senses. It had an earthy undertone that created an experience that was as much about scent and texture as it was about mere taste. It was a drink meant. Eventually we broke apart — I saw that her face was flushed, and her breathing had quickened, her breasts heaving slightly against my chest. Her eyes opened, and she looked at me almost questioningly — and I released her.Why didn't I kiss her again, using my own tongue to probe her mouth, perhaps fondle her breast? I asked myself that question again and again, but the moment had passed, and we were back to normal.And then there was when we fought, laughing, over the last slice of toast at. The day after Natalya arrived was a Sunday and Joey drove herself and the Russian into San Diego to go shopping. It was on that day that Joey discovered both their shared passion for shopping and her new friend's generosity. The first shop the girls headed for, at Natalya's request, was a very expensive clothes store that Joey had never been in, it didn't exactly cater for her usual jeans and T-shirt style wardrobe. However, stylish Natalya wanted to go in and Joey felt there was no harm in. When I'd had enough of feeling sorry for myself, I pulled my golden hairinto a ponytail - something so simple not even I could fuck it up - anddressed myself in the uniform I would be wearing whenever I stepped outof my dormitory to explore the grounds of Coastal Shores. I walked downthe stairs, realising that I'd have to take them slower than I had as aboy to account for the push and pull of my breasts against my body andgravity, and exited the building.Everywhere I looked students were.