Ed went back to his apartment, after the successful shopping trip with Abby and Elizabeth.  Clever, pretty girls: soon, every guy on campus will be flocking around them.  He felt very lucky to be meeting up with them later.<br/><br/>Ed pulled his clothes off, exposing his lean, toned body, and began to run a bath.  As the steam filled the bathroom, he poured himself a generous shot of Laphroaig and picked up a the novel he was currently reading, Gide's The Immoralist. He lowers himself into the hot water, wincing and groaning as the hot water reddens his skin.  He sinks deeper, water covering his body and he leans back, reading and sipping his whisky...<br/><br/>Time passes and Ed loses himself in his reverie, as the water cools, his mind returns to the forthcoming evening and his body becomes aroused.  He get out, rubbing himself down with a coarse white towel and shaving his dark stubble, and, taking his glass and book, moves to his bedroom to dress.<br/><br/>He pulls on a striped shirt and boxers, struggling to squeeze his semi-erect penis into his shorts, and some dark navy trousers, and a lightweight dark jacket, splashing his Jean Paul Gaultier aftershave over his smooth cheeks.<br/><br/>Ed took a last swallow of his drink, checked himself in the mirror, combing his hair, before heading out, enjoying the cool night air and heading to Nimmo's.<br/><br/>As he waited outside the club he saw Elizabeth walk towards him.  Wow.  His eyes were drawn to the necklace, snaking itself between her beautiful cleavage, he felt himself stiffen as he tore his eyes away from her breasts, worried she'd notice his gaze, to meet her eyes and smile.<br/><em>She looked fantastic: the dress showed up her wonderful curves, and the heels made her wiggle and accentuate them further </em><br/><br/>"Hi Elizabeth: you look wonderful".<br/><br/>He leans forward for an embrace and a brief peck on the cheek.<br/><br/><br/>