I told myself I should be imagining that it was Dave, that it was any man.I told myself I should be imagining that it was Dave, that it was any man. I'm not a lesbian! I told myself. But the thought of that woman's tongue touching me in that way was so erotic that I came almost immediately. Belatedly, I realized that in my pleasure I had co,pletely forgotten Dave's. Jenny, however, had done no such thing and, with a husky chuckle, stole his saliva slicked member literally from under my nose. He came noisily into her mouth, and, in his sotted state, rolled over and went to sleep. I felt that it was unfair that she had not cum, so I fingered her until she came and then stroked her gently until we both fell asleep. The next morning, I found my hand still nestled between her legs. I didn't see her for several weeks until I bumped into her in the cafeteria. During the course of lunch (strangely enough, there was no mention of Dave or any of the events of that night), we discovered that we were in different sections of Cal I, taught by the same professor. Since it's a prety hard class, we decided to study together. Did we have ulterior motives? I'll admit the thought did cross my mind, but I didn't consider it likely. That night, we pulled out our books. She leaned over hers with her round ass in the air, but my view was straight between her small breasts. My blouse, though rather more modest, showed a similar view between my rather fuller ones as I, too leaned over my books. We managed to get quite a bit of work done, between us understanding more of the material than either. We were sitting crosslegged, knee to knee, dreading starting the next problem, when she started stroking my thigh. |