For Nicky Read Free

actually researched to find pictures of actual dorm rooms so that mine would look similar. I had a black/gray/white comforter, sheets, and pillows. She hung a mirror for me and a big cork board/white board. She got sports posters for me to hang on my walls. Dad rigged up internet and cable, and I set up my video game system down there. It was really a great set up. I was home with Nicky, but I could come and go as I pleased and had some privacy for homework and studying and the occasional date.
    I got an academic scholarship to the local college so it was perfect.  I also got academic and sports scholarships to bigger, further away colleges, but it never felt right leaving Nicky.  My high school counselor had required all of us to take these little tests to tell us what career we should pursue. Mine said I should be a counselor, so that’s what I got a degree in. I never really planned to use the degree, but it made my parents happy that I got one. I was perfectly happy painting with my dad, coaching basketball and track, and helping my uncle at his hobby shop when he needed me.
    I did get a lot more adventurous in college with the girls.  Girls weren’t lining up to date me, but I could always tell there were plenty interested.  I guess I’m not bad looking.  I know I’m not like one of the hunks in those romance novels ladies read (yeah, yeah....ok, so I’ve snuck a look at a page here and there in the ones Mom leaves laying around), but I’d say I’m averagely attractive.  I’m about 6’2” and I weigh about 200 lbs.  Since I’ve always played or coached sports, run track, or painted with my dad, I’m pretty fit.  I don’t have huge bulky muscles, but my 6-pack is decent and I’m not embarrassed to be in a sleeveless shirt or go without one.  I have what I’d call run-of-the-mill dirty blond hair that I keep fairly short letting it go just slightly longer in the front for that messy look.  My eyes are blue (not “piercing ice blue” like in those novels, sorry, just plain blue).  Nick is the spitting image of me, only slightly shorter and he weighs a little less.  He has always just seemed more fragile than me.
    So, back to those girls in college.   Once I was in college, the fights slowed down a bit more. Don’t get me wrong, I was always on the lookout for a shit-for-brains that might try hurting Nicky or one of his friends, and I hadn’t grown out of threatening people to keep them in line, but I wasn’t constantly sporting bruises anymore. So, I guess it made sense that I had more time for the girls. I didn’t head to college planning to lose my virginity, but I’d also not planned to keep it this long either.  In college, I still didn’t find my heart going pitter-patter over any girl (does that shit even happen in real life?!) but I definitely had fun with them. I remember my first time. Her name was Katie or Krissy or something like that. We had gone to a football game my freshman year. We headed back to her dorm but she told me to pull over first. After some hot and heavy making out in her daddy’s BMW we ended up in the backseat. Katie/Krissy promised no strings attached and I found out that burying myself in a pretty girl is a great way to get rid of stress and tension. After that first time, sex became my go to stress reliever. Kissing is great, and I love a girl’s body, but sex was never an emotional experience for me. I enjoyed it physically, but kept myself completely detached emotionally. I was always able to stay friends with the girls I hooked up with, with the exception of a few who got pissed that I didn’t want to be their boyfriend, but I was never emotionally invested in taking a relationship any further than a few romps in the sack. I always let the girls know this up front; it wasn’t like I was just using them, but I had no intention of going beyond something mutually satisfying for both of us. I enjoyed sex but it was just something I did to feel good, it