However, in reality, I am actually a dried up old prune ofa battle-axe who could blister paint with my tongue.'"The wicked grin was enough of an answe...r. No spoken words were necessary.Oh man I am so screwed. Even if I survive Carson's punishment for usingmy rank, if that was how security saw me, then every male student whofancied himself as a stud was going to be bragging about how he hadnailed me but managed to escape before he was assimilated. Even worse,every female student with 'issues'. The current had pushed us closer to the volleyball game, so we wrung out our hair and wandered up to watch.Most of the guys were fairly athletic and their sweaty muscles made me tingle all over. Bethany’s smirk indicated she enjoyed the view as well. Joe and Mark were on the same side with a few guys I didn’t know. The other side was jock central, with Dan Smith and Zack Harrington leading the pack. Both guys had bad reputations with all the girls I knew; bad attitudes, selfish lovers, and. One night in October I was in my room getting changed ready to go out to the Union and as I was about to pull off my t-shirt I heard what sounded like heavy breathing coming from Simon's bedroom, which was next to mine. I stopped undressing and nonchalantly crossed the room towards the dividing wall where I heard Simon mutter "Come on you dirty little emo slut, take off the t-shirt, I gotta cum!". I'm a bit of an exhibitionist, so quite liked the idea of a guy jerking off over me even it is my. ”His hands tore away my pink blouse and my lacy new bra was seen. My hands went up to cover my breast. He caught hold of my right hand and put it above my head. His lips went on my right boob and he kissed away in pleasure. All the while, his cock was on my left thigh. I told him, “fuck me Prem. Fuck me . Fuck me, my Prem. My tits want to come out of my bra.let me remove my bra. You may tear it.”He loosened his grip. I got up and removed my torn blouse. He saw me in bra and again roughly pushed.