She moved one of her legs up on to the couch so as to face me. She was on my left. I sat there, with my obvious excitement hidden under the towel, whi...h had slightly loosened and exposed part of my left leg. She placed her hand on my leg and started to talk about something, I didn't hear a word she was saying, I was too busy staring at those perfect mounds in front of me. I swear I had not taken my eyes off her tits since I turned around from the refrigerator...and it was obvious. Her hand just. Or ten." There was an edge to her voice I recognised. The Professional Being Professional Despite It All. Do Not Cross Line. You Do Not Want To Know. Despite myself, I asked her if she was OK."I'll live." She paused, smiled slightly hesitantly. "But I guess I ought to go back to the team, gird the proverbial loins and face up to this afternoon. Why don't you walk back down onto campus with us?" I shrugged, "That's a nice idea but unfortunately nature calls - by which I mean I have evilly. Was she responding back? I could feel her arms on my back, pressing me tight against her and her legs were pinning me down. I could feel her breasts pressing on my chest. I held her tight and kissed her back...first on her cheeks and slowly moved on to her lips. Meantime, her arms ware roving over my chest, and I was amazed when she gently pinched my nipples. I knew this was my opportunity and this was going to be my best sexual experience. Teasingly, I told her that if she continued to pinch. She leaned forward, allowing me to get full penetration. I found myself liking her more and more: she knew what she wanted, and she knew how to get it. I thrust slowly while she adjusted herself, finally standing still enough to allow me to get a good rhythm going. She let out a long, low-pitched moan, not the ‘I’m in ecstasy’ type moan, but more of a ‘gimme some more’ type moan. Of course I was willing to oblige her, which I did by pushing my cock as deep into her as I could force it, then.