He hard? Or semi hard? Or was that his cell phone? My mind raced to figure out what I just felt him rub in-between my ass cheeks. I tried not to spend... any time on my thought and ran to my next class. English sucked… big time. I really hated it. I sat there, trying to pay attention, trying not to think of Hunky Jake and Hot Bod Ben. But my brain’s head was losing to my cock’s head. The teacher told us to open the books and start our assignment. Well, fuck. I had my math book still. I sighed and. I suppose that’s possible, but...”“Well, I’m as near as the phone, so give me a call if he decides to talk to us.”The nurse assured him that would be in the patient notes so that the next shift would see it.“How long do you expect he’ll be here?”“Unless there are signs of infection, the doctor says he’ll be released in the morning.”Morgan managed to make it back to the patrol car without laughing too loudly. When he closed the door, he sat there chuckling for a moment before making his. Maybe that’s why I wasn’t quite my cautious self when my friends insisted I order a Sex-on-the beach. I just shouted it out lustfully as many had before me that evening. No-one warned me they had a rather special way of serving it after midnight. The barkeeper serving us flashed a grin my way as I did so, but that also didn’t spark off warnings in my head as we’d been eyeing each other all evening. So maybe I get a little friendly when I drink, but he was CUTE. The next round was delivered,. Fortyish, muscular and tattooed with dreadlocks halfway down his back he stood out in the otherwise all-white teenage college crowd.A popular figure on campus with a reputation for his interest in college girls, Sally wasn’t surprised when he approached her, but when he said. “Hi, Lolita”, she was absolutely gobsmacked. It had been six months since her last dance at City Lights and she thought the whole thing was in the past.When he asked if she still worked there all she could come up with.