’ he said nervously. Admittely, he had almost forgotten how to talk to a regular woman. ‘Greetings.’ the woman said back, looking up. ‘I’m C...harlie Bucket.’ he said, offering his hand. ‘Lucy Pevensie.’ she said, shaking back. ‘Waiting for someone?’ ‘Oh no, I’m not in a relationship at the moment.’ ‘Neither am I. What are you reading?’ She showed him the book. There were detailed pornographic pictures, with accompanying text underneath. On this particular page, a doctor was holding a tongue. The warmth of morning spilled in through the window onto her bare back. She lazily opened her brilliant green eyes, only to squint at the sudden brightness. She turned over and stretched languidly, feeling the bittersweet soreness that was inevitable after last night. Last night. She had lost count of how many times Gabe had pulled her under him to bury himself deep within her. She smiled to herself before jerking upright. She needed to get home before her parents realized she had never been. That's what wecall ourselves, the five of us, girls who've shared the same dormsuite ever since we were all Freshmen. In fact we share everything-- clothes, jewelry, makeup, advice, money too when one of us is alittle short. Even guys.Guys are the easiest to share, really, because they pretty much dowhat you want them to do. They don't have a clue how we pass themaround, not even how we make bets on how quickly they'll do what wetell them. They think they're so dashing and attractive that. She grabbed my hands and lifted them over my head. Suddenly, she sat up and pulled her T-shirt over her head, revealing her firm tits and bullet sized nipples, then leaned over me again. I moved my hands from over my head to grab and squeeze, then took one of her luscious tits in my mouth. When I did, she moaned and started grinding and humping my cock like she was crazed. We were still wet with sweat but that added to the heat of our lust.She started grinding and humping harder until I bucked.