They dried each other and then, wrapped in the towels, they walked quietly back to their room. XXX Nice To Meet You
Victory sat quietly on her bed and looked around at the small room. “I’m Victory,” she said, then laughed, too. Her mother was a black Egyptian woman and her father was a chain-smoking, whiskey drinking white boy from America. “Hi, I’m Ingrid.” She laughed as Victory’s face reddened. Victory leaned back on a dresser and smiled, “small but cute,” she said. Victory moaned and arched her back again. Inside their door, Ingrid reached out and touched Victory’s face, “nice to meet you,” she said and went to her bed. In the bed she lifted her own hand and slowly ran it up under her shirt and across her breasts smiling as she felt that her nipples were as hard in real life as they were in the mirror in her mind.
