She wasn't a typical party girl -at least not what I thought of as typical.  Heather was an Amazon of a woman, a bit taller than her friends.  She rarely blinked and faced everything head-on with no compromise.  She rose to every challenge and was perfectly comfortable walking around in just her skin.  Other girls might have cuter doll faces or bigger tits but nobody could walk into a room and own it like she did.  Whatever Heather wanted, she either took or destroyed.  And I was beginning to think she wanted me...