I glanced around, but all trace of it had vanished. It was like it was never there. A great disappointment washed over me, but I knew there was nothin...g I could do, so I scrambled to my feet. But halfway there, I felt something brush against my back. Before I could turn around, something long and hard slid deep into me. I couldn’t believe it. He had returned.There I stood, hands and knees pressed to the cold pavement, with a massive nightly creature standing over me, his rock-hard shaft buried. Canada’s equivalent of Oxford, or Columbia in Manhattan. I was homesick and anxious for weeks, just trying to fit into the crush of student life. Although it was never too far from my mind, the last thing I tried to pursue was my sexual interest in men. It took about a month to really settle in, classes became a routine, and I learned that the best time on campus was Saturday nights at the Student Union Pub. Every week it was hosted by the university’s active Gay-Lesbian-and-Bi Student. We were playing with each other, licking, biting, tugging, rubbing. His Vick was slippery and hot and my pussy ached for something, anything! His hands traveled lower and lower, when I thought he was going to fondle me too, his hands traveled pass down to my legs and knees. He grabbed both and pushed my knees to my chest with one swift move. I was pinned. He plugged his tongue into my mouth and crushed my body. He repositioned himself over me and smiled, still keeping me pinned. "What a nice. After all it would be a real ego boost to meet a man and just fuck like a****ls and then never see him again. Sometimes I might meet a man at the grocery store and wonder it what it would be like to go to his place and just fuck and then get up and leave while he is sleeping. Go home and fix dinner for my family and then later get in bed and have my husband make love to me. I act like nothing ever happened. My boss wanted me to go to a training conference deal, in another state. I thought.