His voice was muffled by the still-closed door. Christi knocked on it hesitantly. He glared at her, then opened the door a bit. ‘Hi… I, um… I wa... walking by and I …. Well, you might want to cover the window a bit when you’re…. you know… in case the library staff comes by,’ she stammered. His face was pale white. ‘Oh god, I — are you going to tell?’ ‘What?’ Christi answered. ‘No! Why would I? I mean… pshhh… everyone’s got their… you know, their private stuff, don’t they? I don’t mind. Just. "That's clever," I said, smiling, tracing his face with my hand, feeling the sudden urge, the need to touch him. "It's always nice to have a clever, considerate, caring boyfriend." I also avoided alerting your brother," he added helpfully."Courteous as well," I said."And I seem to be inspiring excessive alliteration in my girlfriend," he said."Oh, you have inspired a whole lot more," I murmured, and pulled his head to me.Honestly, I don't know what came over me. And neither did Brandon: "Hey,. I feel it in my toes as they curl. He's pushing me higher and higher. I can feel it coming, and I need this orgasm. I need him. He moves down to my neck and he bites me hard, sending me over the edge. I free fall, reality shattering as I orgasm around him. I hear his grunts as he stills, releasing his cum deep inside me. I cannot move, still falling and falling. I'm vaguely aware of his licking and sucking on my nipples, pushing me farther and farther away from reality. I clench myself around. John was one of Julian's most trusted friends at school. John was also a member of various "unusual" clubs at school. One such club was the Dungeons and Dragons club, where members got together to play medieval role playing games involving exploring deep underground dungeons, searching for treasure and magical spells, while fighting orcs, goblins, fire-breathing dragons, and other monsters, into the wee hours of the morning. Another was the Society for Creative Anachronism, where they would.