All I could think about as I walked back to my dorm room was wanting to slide my finger through that perfect vertical line between her legs and tracin... my finger through the light colored down above it. As I walked into my room, I felt the wet slippage slide out of my personal divide and pool on the clean lining of my panties. I had never gotten wet from thoughts of another girl, but now, here I stood in my dorm room, and I was dripping from the thought of Vee. There was obviously a side to. One arm wrapped around my waist while the other hand covered my mouth. Then everything went black. My body was dragged into the ally by the mysterious man. He took me to a area behind a dumpster where we could be hidden from anyone. He carefully laid me down on the ground. He slowly moved his hands up and down my clothed body. he then ran his hands through my brown curly hair. He hands kept moving all over my body, first he rubbed his fingers on my lips then slowly moved down to my jeans and. She was wearing a most entoxicating perfume - it wasn't hard to smell it because she sat close to me - closer than I would have expected. We worked well together, exchanging nods and smiles as our meeting progressed.We broke for lunch at noon and went our separate ways for the next hour or so. It was mid-afternoon before we met again to discuss the morning's topics. Again she sat close as we discussed work; and occasionally other non-work things. We seemed to be getting along really well - but. The B's were different.Mary wanted all of us to go out that first year; and I mean all of us. Mary and I never danced with anyone but each other but she insisted I have at least one dance with each of the B's. Nothing sexual, nothing intimate, but she felt it was unfair for her and I to dance and just have them sitting there.At first no one ever asked the B's to dance; everyone remembered them. Later that changed and they did dance with a few people, but never slow dances where they had to be.