“I’m going to fuck you so hard,” Julie whispered loud enough for Jan to hear as she continued to stroke my pussy through my jeans.Suddenly Julie... slapped my pussy hard through my jeans and hissed, “Don’t you dare touch that pussy, it’s all mine.”I looked over to see Jan shove a hand into her crotch over her dress and bring herself off. Her mouth open in a soft urgent sigh as her thighs trembled. Oh how I envied the flat-chested bitch.I needed the class to end or I would literally burst. The. She smiles and winks at me. Winks! How cute she is. Big brown eyes, and long blond hair slightly twisted into an adorable braid. You tell me I want to go to her, and don’t be shy, and I feel so good about this, so accepted. I do want her. I can’t believe I get to touch her, suck her everywhere if I want to. My cunt begins to throb. I walk to the bed and she is perched on one elbow, looking up at me. I kneel down and run my fingers over her inviting breasts. I lean down and slowly lick one, not. We raised you to tell the truth.” And so they had, but they didn’t believe her when she did. She went to her room and hid. She thought about dropping out, but the quarter was practically over. Anyway, even with the whispering, the University was a shade less of a turn-off than home.That Saturday brought another worry. It should have been her period. Could she be pregnant from one sex act, one rape? By Sunday she’d convinced herself that this was one worry too many. She had missed periods. Tom had to worry about his family as well--he had a wife, a son and two daughters. I was the bachelor in the group.We took out another pack of over sixty before dark. That's when a manager gave the OK to close the big rail-car doors. Nobody went home. It was too dangerous. We tore apart the vending machines for dinner and went upstairs to the business offices to find someplace padded to rack out for the night. Later, towards dawn, I opened a window and listened. I could hear the dog packs all.