“Actually, no,” the man replied.“Can you get him for me? I need to speak to him,” she says, running her hands beyond his beard and into his ha...ir.“I’m afraid I can’t,” breathes the bartender. “Is there anything I can do?”“Yes, there is. I need you to give him a message,” she continues, running her forefingers across the bartender’s lips and shyly popping a couple of fingers into his mouth and allowing him to suck them gently.“What should I tell him?” the bartender manages to ask.“Tell him,” she. My fingers moved back into her, ensuring no loose or broken ones. I could feel her tongue craving to lick my phalanx like fingers and I smiled to myself in anticipation. Yes, her mind was eager to please, her eyes shining.I slid my hands down her front. Feeling her firm breasts, not gently squeezing the nipples, seeing if she leaked and felt the weight of each, full, yes but as I expected, not too big. But my fingers would not wait since her stomach was waiting. I slid my hands down, inspecting. But now lying there embraced by Steve, it was for Kyle a moment of unalloyed pleasure and contentment the likes of which he had never ever before experienced. It had already brought home to him how important was the close friendship of a like-minded soul. He had never in his life had what is usually known as a best friend; and as he lay there in that wonderful post-coital bliss of Steve’s arms he was already wondering if Steve was going to be that special person; was Steve going to become. I'll get to her later.First, I should introduce my flatmates. There were six of us in the flat, and they're pretty important to the story of my time at university.The first to greet me was Emily, a short (maybe 5'2") Biochemistry student with dirty-blonde hair, B-cups, and a really cute face. I remember her outfit the day we moved in: A white t-shirt that didn't really hide her polkadot bra and a pair of blue skinny jeans that hugged her surprisingly sizeable ass.Alexis was also already there.