My eyes started to well up with tears as the tequila continued to burn my insides. Rodney retreated the lime back into his mouth. I jumped up on the c...ouch and on to his lap, my knees resting on his large, muscular thighs as I grabbed him by the back of his head and locked my lips with his. I started to kiss him passionately, using my tongue to hunt for the lemon slice in his mouth. Found it! I slid the lemon out of his mouth and bit into it, smiling from ear to ear as I enjoyed my victory. Once. His intent had been to extend the small attic into two bedrooms upstairs in a loft overlooking the bottom floor, and then converting what had been then the single large bedroom into a larger living area. I couldn't help but wonder how three of us would keep from tripping over one another's feet. Even so, I looked forward to my arrival and did so three days later.I have to admit, I was surprised. What had initially been, or looked to be a fairly run-down shack more than home, had been converted. When he did come, he thrust his hips involuntarily upwards. “Ria! Yes! Oh, baby, yes! Oh yeah !” And she matched his final thrust by pushing her hips down, rocking back and forth, then freezing to get a solid position on his dick as he came. As she watched his face in orgasm, it gave her another orgasm and they both climaxed at the same time. Her hips had lifted off the bed, while her head was thrown back and eyes rolled back in ecstacy. Then they collapsed together, kissing and fondling for. She didn’t drink. She certainly didn’t smoke. During the sober bits of Frosh Week in the day, she managed to cultivate a few dialogues with like-minded people who reminded her of the kinds of people from high school. But who was to say that these would turn into relationships? She wasn’t betting on it. While others were drinking, she was working on her creative writing or organizing her big binder with coloured tabs for each subject. She even went to the bookstore to get a jump on the long.