"Do you like this," I whispered softly to him knowing full well that he was enjoying it. "I like doing it very much." I kept kissing his shaft gently,... using my lips to nibble on it as I worked up and down. He moaned loudly and nodded his head 'Yes'. I opened my mouth and slowly let the tip of his cock disappear between my lips using my tongue to lavish his cockhead with my saliva, then pulling back and off him, as if to stop. His hand went to the back of my head, and he gently pulled my head. She asked me, “Where’s Anna?”I pointed to a wall, “Next room over with two guys being spit roasted.”“Oh, good. She likes that. Can we fuck now? I’ve been looking forward to this since Wes told me about this party. I hope you invite us to others. We like this kind of stuff.” She gestured around the living room at the other couples engaged in sex in some way.I smiled at the blunt invitation, but I expected it from her in a way. I had a stereotype, and she was playing to it. Maybe that was on. Once you had untied the other edge, you pushed my feet apart slightly with your feet and they fell down to the floor.You turned me around, grasping my shoulders and leaned down to kiss me, pushing your tongue into my mouth, your mustache tickling my upper lip. Instinctively I sucked on your tongue, hard, pulling it farther into my mouth. One of your hands snaked down to my chest and you brushed your hand across my nipple. I sucked in my breath quickly, feeling myself flush. You leaned down and. Camille didn't answer. Instead, she dragged me out of the library, leaving her book on the table. The librarian saw us but said nothing.We were alone in the parking lot, and Camille went straight to her car and said, "Come on, get in."Once inside the car, Camille said, "Jim, something happened after our conversation the other day." What?" I asked."Remember how I said that I was drawn to you?" Yeah..." I said, confused."It's stronger now. Sometimes when I'm with you, it gets really strong. Like.