I feel tears of betrayal sting my eyes, but keep my face expressionless. I keep my head down as he takes my shoulder and guides me back to the car. A ...andom thought of fleeing runs through my head but terror fights it back. ‘If I cooperate, I should be able to get out of this unscathed. I hope.’ I can’t help but feel like a shy teenager as well. He opens the passenger door and I get in. He waits, making sure I’m in, and closes the door. He walks over to his side and gets in. He gives me another. And I just wanna be happy, and find someone who makes me happy, and who I can make happy, and I don't know if it's you, but I think you're hot, and I really, really liked what we did earlier, and I want the chance to, you know, see if... we can... be more... than, you know, just a thing, ya know?" It was a night of confessions, obviously. First, my roommate, and now, my lover. My lover? Well, we'd made out, and he'd gone down on me, and I'd gone down on him. Yeah, I guess, technically, he was. " "Well I'm not afraid of that. You like girl on top?" It's my favorite lazy mans sex, you do all the work."With that said I mount Nick and I'm already dripping wet. It still was a hard task getting his cockhead in. After that it gets easier. Nick is caressing my breasts, nipple pinching and raising up for a mouthfull. I'm gliding on half his length just rocking with my tummy on his. After a few small orgasms I speak up. "I want you deep again." Sure just sit up, hands on my knees, arch. Then, in a lighter, more humourous tone, I added; “Almost, anyway. James Blackburn. I believe we're going to be in the same class for the next three years.”“Oh, you're the new guy that Mr. Payard told us about before last half ended, aren't you?” Abby asked.“No idea. Never met the guy, and I haven't developed psychic features yet. People in my family don't get it until they hit at least sixty-five, and by then they're too demented to remember why they're bending over to grab what they.