Short cut offs, I noticed, the ones that hugged that perfect heart-shaped- ‘Thank for knocking, Ass hole!’ She screamed at me, running behind my d...zed form and slamming the door. ‘What if you’d been with friends, can you imagine the shit I’d be in when the story got around? That is if you had any other friends than me!’ I stifled a laugh and responded slowly, not wishing to draw anymore of her wrath than I deemed necessary ‘How scandalous that would be… I can see it now: College Coed. I sag forward in my restraints panting, I want to shout out at you with frustration but allow myself only a dissatisfied groan.Cold metal slides down across my breasts, down over my nipples. The clamps. You pull hard on one nipple, making me arch my back and groan with need. Then you attach the clamp and repeat the process again on the other nipple. My level of arousal is almost unbearable, and with these clamps on it’s not going to subside anytime soon. I feel your fingers trace down my. Why do even my lips feel weird? I'm smiling, and I know it's sincere, butit feels like it's fake and I'm using someone else's mouth. Like theyshouldn't be so full and sensitive, like I feel every muscle twitch. God,I hope he can't tell I'm a basket case right now, I swear I'm notnormally like this. Oh, he's responding! "You look like a girl who's inthe mood for a good time." That smile again. That smile can only mean onething, and I want it. I feel myself grow wet.But why does it feel so.... “I hope you fuck her after.”I smiled in disrepair. “No such luck,” I wrote back. Thinking she would be asleep by now.“Sorry to hear that. Why not?” was her answer.“No idea, she has been acting weird for a few months.”I felt strange chatting to a stranger about my sex life but for some reason, it felt good. I needed to vent my frustration with someone.“Have you asked her why?”“Yes, no real answer.”“Maybe she has another man?”That made me go cold. Maybe Stella was right and Carla was fucking.