“Come on. Sit down will ya? She kept our drinks safe.” Flashing a smile while she says this. Feeling quite odd now. I haven’t danced in a lo...ng time and feeling her up against me felt right somehow. I can’t really explain it but it was comforting to hold her in my arms while we danced. Looking over the woman I was dancing with I get a good look at her tender thighs in her tight blue jeans. She was wearing a white tank top along with the jeans and I could only imagine spilling something on. That white necklace that I had given her had never looked better on anyone else. Into the lift and up to level thirty-two and I walked out into the seemingly normal brain hub of the paper industry. As I turned the corner, Sarah confronted me, “Either you wake up earlier to fuck her or you will have to be content with fucking her, only, at night.” “Noted.” I wasn’t in the mood for her preaching. We walked in silence down the corridor towards a single elevator, in front of which stood two large. Quickly, Timothy covered her up with the blanket and stepped across the coffee table to sit down in her reading chair."Oh dear, did I doze off again?", said Ms. Alsover as she awoke with a yawn. Timothy mumbled that it was no big deal, and went to the bedroom to silence the alarm. Ms. Alsover stretched. Her back was feeling much better now, but she felt a strange tingling sensation from her private parts. With a quick glance to the door, she moved her arm under the blanket and touched her. Thank goodness my room mate was cool. She was fucking gorgeous too! Ashley was athletic, feminine, 5’8, blonde and very sexy. I mean she looked like Pamela Anderson used to look. Don’t get me wrong I am pretty but damn I would hate this bitch if she wasn’t my room mate. Ashley had made fast friends with some of the hot chics that all jog at the crack of dawn. I also like to work out and it shows but I am just not a fanatic like Ashley is. I had seen a few flyers on campus about various.