" I said, looking down into her green eyes. There was a pause between us. "Now what?" I wondered to myself. "Your parents won't be home until supperti...e." She said quietly, with her arms on my hips. "Maybe you'd like to...see me again?" She asked with a slight bashfulness. I smiled softly at her. "Yes, I would love to see you again." "Just give me a few moments, OK? Then come to my room, alright, Teddy?" She whispered. Then she squeezed my arm and ducked out of our embrace. I watched her pad. I pulled my cock out and started stroking it.Then she walked out. She forgot a towel.“What are you doing?....” she asked.“Um… smelling your panties.” I said.“Why? They fucking stink.” She replied, obviously disgusted.“I mean… I’m a dude. I like the smell of pussy” I said.“I understand you like the smell of pussy, but I just wore those to the gym and they’re gross.” She said, still grossed out.“I like the smell of your sweat. It turns me on. When we fuck really hard and you’re all sweaty and. Ginny nodded. “He suggested this afternoon at two o’clock,” she told him. “What, he’s coming here?” Ginny nodded. “He’s bringing some leathers for me and a helmet,” she told him. “I did say that I would have to clear it with you.” Larry said nothing. It was only four hours away. Ginny gently squeezed his cock. “So it’s down to you,” she told him. “It... it may be that he just wants to take you for a ride on his bike.” Ginny smiled. “Do you really believe that?” she asked him. Larry said. Other than a simple brush of mascara, a smudge of black eyeliner and a smear of dusky pink lipstick, she was without makeup. Aoife had always been stunning, one of a handful of students who had fueled my fantasies and many illicit wanks that always made me feel terrible afterwards, but which I just couldn't resist. Irish by background, her skin was pale and unblemished, like Greek marble, and her long, luscious hair the deep brown colour of Guinness just before it settles. Her eyes were a.