Quiet_Cool
Learning to Fly
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So, I guess what I was doing wasn't entirely moral, but then, it was college...moral wasn't always part of the game, y'know? Drugs, however, and alcohol, were almost always part of it...so there we were, all stoned, some more than others. Shelley was probably the worst, with the exception of Natalie, who had passed out about an hour ago and might be due for a visit to the emergency room later on.It was Jenny who had thrown the idea around, talking about what she'd like to do to a certain football player on the college team (one who had shown no interest in her, due to the fact that he was dating the head cheerleader). She'd found her way over to me and sat with her back to me, butt resting between my thighs and her hands carefully fondled my thighs.
Johnathon had taken to watching her, as she sat half-laying back with her knees in the air and her legs slightly spread, and apparently no, or almost nonexistant underwear, as John's eyes had grown huge as he stared. She knew of course, but didn't care in the least. Like I said, we were all high.
Also looking between her thighs was Delilah, who admittedly enjoyed the intimate company of a woman now and again, more often now than again, in fact.
"So," she said, lowering her legs and turning to me, her hand finding its way up my thigh to cup my testicles, "What's your fantasy?"
Johnathon had taken to watching her, as she sat half-laying back with her knees in the air and her legs slightly spread, and apparently no, or almost nonexistant underwear, as John's eyes had grown huge as he stared. She knew of course, but didn't care in the least. Like I said, we were all high.
Also looking between her thighs was Delilah, who admittedly enjoyed the intimate company of a woman now and again, more often now than again, in fact.
"So," she said, lowering her legs and turning to me, her hand finding its way up my thigh to cup my testicles, "What's your fantasy?"