Held back twice in my school "career", I was now an eighteen-year-old junior at Jefferson High School. I had considered dropping out, but I know how h...ard my parents worked to get me this far.So when my junior year started, I sucked it up and began the drudgery once more. I figured I would give it one more chance just to please my parents. Then if it was still too tough, I was eighteen and an adult–I could drop out and no one could stop me.And so with very little expectation of a "good" year, I. " I'd like that... Megan's a good friend of mine..." she paused as wereached a door that led to some other closed and locked doors, "I'll seeyou later though."Megan used her card key on a card reader panel and opened up a large dormroom with a single bed, desk, closet, and TV obvious at first. The nextmost obvious thing though was the princess pink theme throughout the roomwith a glittery tiara decal at the head of her bed. "I didn't realize youwere a princess fanatic," I told her with a. The climate control in this building really needed some work. It was only the beginning of autumn, but they had already started the heating. The whole building felt like a sauna. Most of it had fallen into disrepair; my room was one of the only ones that wasn't damaged or unkempt in some way. But because no one had stayed in it for so long, they hadn't bothered to fix the heating.Despite the uncomfortable heat, I started to drift off. The cozy vibes of my dorm sent my mind to more pleasant. I stopped and moved my hand and looked at her looking at my cock as she reached out and took it in her hand. She said it was hot and felt soft and hard at the same time. I put my hands behind me and leaned back as she laid across the bed and began stroking me. I couldn’t believe I was letting her do this. She started slow, holding it very softly as she moved her hand up and down my shaft. As she began to move her hand faster, she tightened her grip and I could feel my orgasm coming. After a.