So I played the role of the supportive best friend, hoping she would one day repay the favorhopefully in a sexual manner. But that would have to wait.... For now, I had a new friend to console. And that was what I did for the next few minutes until she realized she was dumping all of her problems onto someone she had only just met. Apparently ashamed, she retreated into the bathroom to cry. I felt bad for her, but knew there was nothing I could do, so I stayed in the living room and waited.. He froze in a combination of fear and anticipation, his right hand still on his cock, his left hand gripping the windowsill. She raised her left hand and slowly waved and then...then a sly smile seemed to cross her face. Was it his imagination? Yes, that was it. It was his imagination. Any second now she would scream and run back into her house. But no...no, she was definitely waving. Smiling up at him. Oh. Oh my God. He panicked, briefly, sure that she knew what he was doing. “Hey! Good to. Use that time to learn from each other. If you wish to copulate, you can, but, and I stress the but, only in the designated places. That is the classroom and the dormitory, and only in the dorm after lights out which is at ten o’clock. The bar, by the way, closes at nine thirty.’ Groans this time from the boys at the bar. ‘You do not fuck in the dining room, bar, lounge or any other place in the building except for the classroom and dorm. In the lounge you will find the television, but it is. As soon as we were in, Roxy grabbed me by the hand, leant in and whispered in my ear, ‘I think you need to buy us both some shots!’ She was 21, and incredibly hot, so I knew she wasn’t really interested and was probably just trying to sponge some drinks, but she was a good laugh so I went along with the casual flirting. After the shots, we headed to the dance floor to find everyone else. She led the way, so I had the perfect view of her ass jiggling as she walked in front of me. I swear she was.