I could now see clearly that her upper thighs were bare and no longer were there panties. She grinned at me with her impish grin that she knew made me...so excited, so hot. We were still on the ramp when she whispered, ‘touch me’. There had been no effort to pull her dress down after getting into the Vette and it was obvious where she wanted my hand. Laying my hand on her inner thigh she wiggled and squirmed in the seat kicking off her shoes so one foot could rest on the dash giving me full. He was going to need to do something about that, both at home and when he returned to school next year, though he wasn’t quite sure what that was going to be yet. As a junior, he would be allowed to live off campus, but there would be no way he could afford his own place, and though he knew of several instances where a group of people got together and rented an entire house, he would have to be extremely careful about doing something like that . Any potential roommates would need to be okay. " Thank you so much. Hey, maybe we'll bump into each other in Paris, huh?" Could be," I said. "If you need any help, just call me over at my hotel. I'm usually over at the Printania. Just call the front desk and ask for Sean. I'm on good terms with the guy behind the desk." Will do," she said. Then she leaned into me and kissed me on the lips. Our lips made contact just long enough for it to be more than a casual good-bye, yet less than an irreversible declaration of interest."Thanks again for. I couldn't help myself. Eric just asked me for a date. Why on Earth would I go out with Eric when I've got Mark, who's an absolute god in bed?"The class's females laughed, but were also desperately trying to work out what on Earth was going on. Most of the guys just laughed, no doubt thankful that Eric had been the first to try his luck with my self-confessed sexually active and - they'd hoped - ex-girlfriend.The teacher was less than impressed by Julia's answer, especially her inflammatory.