About an hour later she came in with some personnel files for me to go over and I noticed her blouse was open a little more than it was earlier. Of co...urse me being me I looked, hard. I also noticed that her bra was gone now and her dark areolas were waving at me through her loose tan blouse. Her smile was more pronounced and her perfume had been refreshed. She knows damn well I’m a smell driven man. She came around to my side of the desk she started to rub her nice firm tits on my shoulder. My. In any event, the story involves college housemates and is set in the summer of 1979. ***** I woke up earlier than usual on Thursday. My eyes were puffy from crying myself to sleep. I renewed my vow: when I left for graduate school in a few days, when I left this place, I was going to leave everything that happened this summer behind me. No looking back. No regrets. And no more tears. Not that all the crying was an entirely bad thing. It was refreshing, I suppose, in a way that’s hard to. He’d seen older couples having a kiss and cuddle, but this was something so far removed from that. Ever since he’d first noticed he couldn’t take his eyes away from them. It was stirring something within him, something familiar in as much as it had been disturbing him on and off all day, and yet it was still something strange and unknown. And why was that erection back again? He couldn’t remember a time when that had been so frequent, or disturbing. The other couple got up and went inside,. “I’ll save you the trouble today,” she laughed, reaching for his zipper. Sitting up to give him more room on the small bed, with his help she managed to unbuckle and lower his pants and underwear. His cock was fully erect and she could see the precum he had already generated.“You’re still a virgin until this is inside me,” she explained, “but I think you deserve a reward for what you’ve done so far.” She leaned over him, pressing her soft tits against his shirt as she opened the nightstand.