”“Good girl,” he said. “Maybe later we can do this again.”“I could sleep for a week,” she moaned.“I guess you can,” he said, grinnin...g. “You okay?”“I’m wonderful,” she sighed.“I’m glad you had a good time,” he said. He gave her a quick kiss on the lips.Her hands leapt up to his head and she held it as he pulled away.“Thank you,” she said. There were tears in her eyes.“My pleasure,” he said, kissing her again.She watched his hard body get covered again as he dressed. She realized she was lying. Maybe it was coincidence or maybe she designed it I don’t know. As we encountered each other more a proper introduction was made via a friend of hers. Her name was Diane, she was short, dark hair, brown eyes and extra chunky with a foul mouth to boot. She was older than me by two years and of course two grades higher. By the time Spring rolled around me and her became friends and our friendship grew as I began to have feelings for her. When I had finally had enough courage to ask her out I had. He just sat for a bit still thinking before cruising around a bit on his side of the campus. His cell phone rang so he pulled over and answered. Of course it was Sherry. ‘Hello sexpot. You up for a romp tonight?’ ‘Sherry, let’s talk. Can I meet you, OFF campus somewhere?’ asked Stew. ‘Is…is something wrong, Stew?’ she asked, a bit of concern was evident in her voice. When anyone ever said, ‘can we talk’ or things to that effect, it often wasn’t good. ‘Yeah, you know the market on State Street,. ‘Down here.’ and taking his hand she led him to her bedroom, her heart beating hard in her chest, scared of what was to come, but needing to have him inside her, to feel him surround her, to feel loved and complete. If just this once. Misha followed, his eyes never leaving Froo, the tightness in his jeans where his cock throbbed with his need growing, his body tight with anticipation. Standing facing each other in the moon lit room, the hallway light falling across the double bed behind them,.