Hi girls!" said Martin, pleased. "Apologies to you all, but I just wanted to clear the air and let you know that I'm taken," he said gesturing to Olivia whose cheeks began to burn, "So no come-ons please." Fifth Street West!" Olivia finished, her eyes lighting up. "I love that show! Bit of a guilty pleasure... Wow, Gloria, really? Well... Well you're the spitting image of Jessie to me." Way to invite the class perve to the party," snorted Zara, a dark-skinned beauty with long braids and purple eyeliner.

She counted the seconds as he pumped away like a dog on its owner's leg, stimulating the barest sensations in her.

Olivia couldn't help it as her eyes snapped down to the girl's crotch. There was a subtle bulge there, and her eyes went round like saucers. It was rather ominous. How had she not seen it before? With that they were ushered into a well-lit hallway as Roselyn followed behind them, and pointed them down to the living room. His smooth, youthful face was framed by ginger curls, and he was often mistaken for being a teenager despite being in his mid-twenties. Right now it was bursting with excitement. Yeah, between us," she stated tersely, gesturing to the three ladies down the hall, laughing and drinking wine. "How did you even find this?"

The evening was far more enjoyable than Olivia had expected mainly because Roselyn was so charming, helped of course by Martin having occupied himself annoying his old classmates.

Invi...Oh, goodness... How rude of you not to introduce your friend Martin... My name's Roselyn. And yours is?" I tell you what... I'm thinking you're right Martin, this is a school reunion! Why don't you both come inside.." Martin meanwhile was in full flow, and the girls weren't even hiding their disdain anymore. Kya had turned the music up louder but somehow his voice seemed to drill between the airwaves and resonate shrilly in everyone's eardrums. You should see where I keep the rest of them, there's a walk-in wardrobe with enough shoes to cause an avalanche." I'll take the bet, no way some feminine shorty like you has more meat than me." I exclaimed, "What are we betting tho?"

Roselyn didn't bite, but it was clear already that she wasn't overly keen on Martin, her thighs flexing like a lion about to rip the head off a gazelle, and there was a pause as she seemed to be turning something over in her head. Actually, I was investing by the time I was eighteen." said Roselyn icily. "And don't you ever let this cutie talk?" she said gesturing to Olive who blushed. Th...thanks," she said, an odd quiver in her voice that Martin hadn't heard before, a tiny smile creeping onto her face. Could we turn the lights off?" she asked. Her voice was gentle, and she had long since stopped trying to add weight to it; no one ever took her seriously anyway. Olivia waited for nearly thirty minutes to shower and clean up. (Martin's evening routine involved shaving his entire body. Apparently it made him 'more manly'.)Olivia grimaced as the shopping bags dug into her palms. It had been a long day, and the broken elevator didn't bring her any cheer as she bustled her way to the first of the seven floors she had to climb. A work colleague had mentioned online delivery and she was beginning to think maybe it was the way to go as she panted and staggered slowly towards her flat... But then she thought of all the hassle creating accounts, talking to customer service, and thought better of it. Oh, you're going to love the new mix I just made," he crooned from the bathroom. "I think it's my best one yet." Another few minutes passed of them discussing the show, and Olivia found herself getting more and more animated as they pored over the tragic love triangles and injustices.