The day her luck changed. She had been making her way along Woodlawn Avenue, taking in deep breaths of the fresh spring air. She loved the two-mile wa...k to the little boutique café and flower shop where she was employed. It always lifted her spirits.She had always enjoyed meandering along Woodlawn Avenue. For a brief time surrounded by that beautiful wooded area, she could forget the difficulties she was having making ends meet—the exhaustion and tiredness she so often felt.An overworked single. . you said you wouldn't have sex with me.' 'I'm not having sex with you, how many times do I have to tell you? You've got such a dirty mind. Having sex with your tight bum isn't sex sex, it's not proper sex just like having sex with your hot little slutty mouth wouldn't be proper sex. You see? It's just like . . . like hugging or something. Ah, better hold your breath, we're about to get company.' 'Oh no,' Alice said in a small voice, and to her relief Mike reached down with one hand and yanked. "Jenny just laughed, as did the rest of the girls at the table. They hadwatched Jenny and me before classes, holding hands and kissing. Jennyusually limited public displays, but she had been worried about me, too.When I had first approached her that morning, she had run up and thrownher arms around me, peppering me with soft but very platonic kisses."So you'll be out for track practice today?" Zach wanted to know. Thetwo of us were part of the relay team, so my absence at practice the daybefore. I think we were the only ones here. Did you think this room was sound proof?” I asked.“Maybe I did, or I just forgot you were here, I just remember a couple really feisty Saturdays,” Erica replied.We kissed once again and then she reached into her desk to get something out.“Well I always wanted to try this with another woman in here,” Erica said as she showed me a dildo.She leaned up and stuck the dildo inside my pussy deep.“Oh I think I like this Erica, you are one kinky woman,” I said.“I like.