My favorite had become the Pilot truck stop, out near Interstate 35 north of town. The back, "handicap" stall had a glory-hole cut into it, behind the...toilet paper holder, and I'd discovered that truck drivers enjoyed a warm, willing mouth after long hours on the road. As a freshman, living in the dorms, I was stuck on the ground floor in a room with two other people. It is a single room, with a bathroom attached, kind of like a hotel room. We are all academics, Tucker is majoring in. She was wearing a black low-cut top with a zipper and a mid-length skirt, and sitting across from her was a bored-looking guy in his thirties, who was chewing on a breadstick and watching her talk. Every now and then he’d do a nod-and-smile response to her chatter.Jake listened a little closer. It sounded like she was a really entitled bitch, going on about how poor people just don’t try hard enough and charity is a waste of time. Suddenly he didn’t feel so bad for throat-fucking her on the. Then Charmaine said, “Can we eat later? Like maybe seven o’clock. I can study after that. I’ll even give you a free one at bedtime if you want.”She backed up, looked down, and asked, “Should I get dressed? Or should we just take care of that now? It’s only five o’clock and I’ve two more hours to work.” Then she laughed and pushed me into my bedroom saying, “I haven’t changed my sheets yet so your bed is cleaner.”Like the boys that she had dealt with, she dropped my pants and my underwear to my. She has a pretty face, amazing eyes. Even her hair is dark, which Ihappen to like. She has an amazing body, lean and fit..." So what is it?" Mirela asked."She didn't fit the mold of what I usually date," I said."Ah," Mirela said. "And what mold is that?" Well she's short for one," I said. "I usually date girls around myheight. And she's small in other areas. Like has a great body, butsmaller package. I'm used to girls..." I glanced down at Mirela'sgrapefruit size breasts struggling beneath her.