My BFFs were kind of in shock, too.... they know my preferences and tastes. Now they want to meet him, but I know he isn't ready for that kind of ass...ult, heh.Anyway we emailed all week.... we have no other classes together, he still takes a bunch of them online. His parents don't want him being on campus a lot yet, due to the dangerous element (translation: apparently, 'me.'). I don't really blame them. And I admit, a couple nights the conversation got kind of hot, and he turned me on, in. Because I've always been here, she had been about to say. The Snow Maid lives in the World Below. That is what the legends told. That is what others believed.But if the one who was the prime source of her belief chose to believe otherwise...She gasped, and he nodded, following her thought."If I believe that the Snow Maid can leave the World Below and journey and live in the World Above, she can. You can. If you wish."Her eyes welled with tears. "And the hair?" A test," he shrugged. "I needed to. “Just give me the hot dog; I don’t want the whole bun!” “Mmmm!” Vicky agreed, although she wasn’t completely sure that she did agree. “Like Bo-…” she clapped her hand over her mouth, surprising herself with her indiscretion. Maybe it was a Freudian slip; it had just occurred to her that neither of them had had sex yet, and the thought of Celeste’s pussy, still fresh and tight and sweet, was sending little tingles of excitement through her groin. She wished she had a cock of her own, imagining. It spasmed hard in one of those cums that left her still tingling, letting herself down still rubbing slowly, holding one of her soft breasts in her other hand. The need was still there, and soon she had her vibrator pressing next to her clit, bringing her toward another climax, and then another. She worked on herself until she felt drugged, lethargic after hours of masturbating and many orgasms. When one of the local boys had walked in unannounced, she hadn’t even tried to stop.