He moved towards her, coming between her legs and spreading them with his hands. His touch ignited her skin as he reached her inner thighs. “Lay ba...k,” his gruff voice tinged with desire. Kristina laid her head back obediently until she was lying completely on the unforgiving, hard wood with the desk blotter under her head like a pillow. She caught herself holding her breath waiting anxiously for whatever came next. She could feel him eyeing her, studying her; her legs bared open to the world. My brain kept going around and around in circles, like a dog chasing its tail. And the thought I kept coming back to time and time again was that Charlotte was only being Charlotte; to expect her to change would be to alter the very thing that I loved. There was poison in the cure indeed.In the end I decided that it was better for me to let the dream die and let her go back to being who she was, the beautiful, carefree, vivacious and beautiful Charlotte Lawsen, the girl who fucked whoever she. Maybe the room was too cold and it was just me that was hot? Or maybe both of us? In any case, I knew that it would be difficult to keep things on a professional basis. This lady was starting to make my Northern blood boil.I snapped a quick picture as she smiled at me and told me that she loves to show off and would prefer that the curtains at the windows be opened.“I just love the idea of someone seeing me like this”, she purred, as she went to the window and pulled the curtain back.“Well I’m. I didn't want to lose my chance, and I doubt he did either. We quickly started talking dirty, and shortly after that, I stood, took his hand, and smiled. He told me that we'd have to do it in his roomate's room, because his room, because his somehow managed to be infested with spiders.I didn't care at that point, and we started off forwards his roomate's room, about halfway through, we couldn't resist making out. The feel of his tongue caressing mine was wonderful. We barged in Jabba's room and.