When she texted me that she was on her way home, I ran a bubble bath for her. I had cleaned the bathroom earlier, so everything was spotless. It would... let her relax for bed and might help with any menstrual issues.“Aww,” she whined. “I still have to proofread this presentation. I can’t be falling asleep yet.”“Open the document and I’ll read it and make fixes for you,” I offered. “You can review them in the morning.” She frowned skeptically but looked longingly at the steaming bubbles.“That’s so. She was silent for another minute. She lay on her back with her arms behind her head as if she were gazing at the stars and deeply thinking. Again, she broke the silence with a shaky voice. “I do it too.” She paused again, then said, “sometimes.” “Oh,” I said again. I was unsure of how to respond. Evidently, Grace wasn’t any braver than me. Her shaky voice and her pausing between words and sentences made it obvious that she was nervous.Finally, I gathered the courage to ask, “where?”There was. He thought she felt pretty darn good in his arms but no matter how hard he tried, he could not picture what she would look like without clothes. He fueled his sessions in the bathroom just by remembering the feeling of her firm breasts pressing against his chest, her nipples poking firmly and invitingly. He groaned as he wrapped his fist around his cock after every visit, reliving the warmth and passion of their embraces. Their relationship flattened out in this mode for the rest of the school. I rest my weight on my elbow and take him into my mouth then pull back and explore the underside of his cock.Some mornings this will go on until he floods my mouth, his hot semen sliding beautifully down my throat, but not today. He pulls out of me and I slide up into his arms where he greets me with a kiss. His fingers find the hot crease of skin between my legs and he circles for a moment then slides in, testing. I am wet and warm. As he crushes my body to his, he traces lazy circles across.