It was desperate, wanting, and I responded just the same. Moaning in his mouth I closed my eyes. His fingers slid under my shirt, up, groping at my sm...all tits, pressing them, rubbing the nipples. Down again. I flinched, as his fingers brushed over the big scar. “Shh”, David breathed in my mouth, his fingers still all over my skin. Slowly, he started to move, directed me backwards to the sofa. “Maybe not the first time”, he panted, his had rubbing my crotch. “Uh?”, puzzled I opened my eyes. He. You’ll do fine, don’t worry. This afternoon, however, I want you to get a look at how politics are done in town,” Dr. D said. “We’re going to meet the boss this afternoon. Or, at least, we think he’s the boss. There is a lot of speculation about who is actually running things.”Dr. D’s car dropped us at the restaurant and we were ushered directly to a table and given nice menus. I felt conspicuous as the only male in the room without a tie, but the restaurant didn’t require them. Beca and I had. She gasped as my hand touched her and I stopped, “Don’t stop Larry, no man has touched me there since your Dad, oh that feels so good,” she said as she buried her face against me. I slid my finger up to her clit that was swollen and hard and felt her body jerk each time I made a pass around it. I felt her open her legs and took the cue to slide down her wet slit until I felt her vagina.I slipped my middle finger in slowly and she arched her back trying to drive my finger in deeper. She let go. To my dismay, in my dream I bolted from her apartment, Heather's cry of disappointment still ringing in my ears as I woke with a start. I found myself tangled in my sheets, my body covered with sweat."Get a grip," I said to myself as I showered. "It can't be that bad, and besides, Heather seems fine with it."I was still preoccupied with my dream - or rather my nightmare - as I walked into the music department. It had been a disappointment to both Dr. Bergerud and myself that Estelle had decided.