“So, you’re a student?”“Yes.” She smoothed down her dress, conscious of the creases. “Is that a problem?”“Not if you can afford London... N1. Are your parents paying?”“No,” she said flatly. “I have an income.”“Oh?”“Bar work. Near here, actually.”“Convenient. And your college?”“UCL. Just around the corner.”“So this is ideal,” he nodded, “if you can afford it.”Ruth drew a breath. The apartment was way above her price range and the man holding the keys knew it. “May I look around?” she asked, trying. In one sweeping motion, I swipe my desktop clear as all items go flying and crashing to the floor, rattling loudly when hitting the hardwood floor. No concern is registered by either of us as to the noise we are creating, we are so mutually consumed in our drive to couple. Our bodies locked together, I gently lay you back onto my desk. Our hungry mouths are relentless in need to pleasure each other. Suddenly I draw back and gaze at you, a young beautiful woman so sexy and erotic before my eyes. You take the straps between your teeth and pull them down off my shoulders. You kiss and lick down my spine, making me shudder, as you slide down my dress. Leaving me in just my blood red and black lace bra and panties. I turn towards you and you grab my ass kneading it with your hands. Lifting me up slightly so you can press your quickly hardening cock against my grinding pelvis. My pussy getting wetter by the second. I kiss you hard and slide my tongue in your mouth then nibble on your lips.. I’m scared to death what some of these guys might try to do with me or to me. I about died this morning when that little faggot made us take our clothes off. And when he measured us for jeans I almost lost it because he touched my penis. No man has ever touched it before. I’m just not queer enough to go running around here naked. I won’t sleep naked, and likely won’t even walk around in my boxers.”Mike was, for a couple minutes, speechless. He finally spoke, trying to pick just the right words..