Welcome back. If you follow these stories, it’s been awhile. And you’re probably wondering what happened. Well, as with all good things, they must come to an end. Rachel dropped out and moved back home after the first year in Film School. Robin got really into the California music scene and sort of faded out.
So, in my second year at film school, I was single and without a FWB to regularly satisfy my needs. As a refresher, I’m white, 6’3″, have been described as having a “swimmer’s body”, and my cock isn’t huge (7″), but people seem to think it’s nice.
I ended up getting involved with a girl named Erika, who was an production designer. PDs basically controlled everything you see on camera that isn’t talent or props. So, Erika was about 5’6”, slender, and really, really stylish. She always wore sheer, intricate tops that displayed her small, and very shapely, boobs making them look perfect all the time. Her brown, messy hair was always up in a bun or ponytail, and the girl had crazy cheekbones. She was gorgeous, but, as I would come to find out, didn’t really care about me all that much.