I could barely see the stage; but the sound was going fine for me. The music was again exquisite and penetrating. Sipping my drink, overlooking the cr...amped conditions, I immersed myself in the music. There was virtually no space behind my table; but yet I heard several muffled voices. I turned my head casually to look back, seeing a group of four older men sitting close to me in a filthy table.They all smiled as I glanced at them and tilted their drinks up toasting me. I quickly faced the band. Stroking her gorgeous body and giving her gentle kisses. It seemed surreal yet the journey of how we came to be there was even better&hellip, It all started when I was randomly given another girl to share a dorm room with. We had never meet and only exchanged a few emails. I was nervous and excited on move in day. I would finally get to meet this mystery girl. My athletic body was straining under the weight of a million boxes in bags when I burst into the dorm room the first time. As I walked. As you lift to meet the crashing waves of your body, the back of your hand touches his as he strokes. You feel his cock, so hot against your skin. You turn your hand and wrap your fingers around him as your body convulses in pleasure, totally out of control. As it subsides, you realize what you've done and smile. You slide your fingers up and down the shaft, now slippery with a mixture of lube an his juices. Omg. You are stroking his cock. It is so hard.He inches up as you inch down, and leans. So he tried to put his fingers inside me. I fought with all my strength to escape and luckily I managed to open the door and roll out of the car. He was angry, insulted me several times then left with the car screeching tires. The next day, upon arriving at college, I was ready to excuse him, after all, he was drunk and wasnt used to girls like me, who prefer to remain a virgin for no apparent reason. But when I got there everyone looked at me strangely, while some girls that hated me were.