Kastian was a senior in high school, eighteen and a swimmer. To him, being a swimmer meant shaved armpits and legs. That was as far as he went. He only shaved before meets and then would wait until the next one to shave again. He had a great body and was proud of it. He had gone to the Carribean for a week with bis family and had gotten a nice tan. His finely shaped abs and pecs were now a wonderful bronze color.
Today he was nervous. He had gotten an email from a girl that told him to meet her at this address. As he stood on the front porch of the nice Victorian, he began to have second thoughts.
Then the door opened.
Today he was nervous. He had gotten an email from a girl that told him to meet her at this address. As he stood on the front porch of the nice Victorian, he began to have second thoughts.
Then the door opened.