Briefs! Why are you dressed like that and burgling my home!” he reaches out and wraps his fingers into her puffy hair and drags her back up again. B...tween gasping and ragged breathing she responds “I'm not here to burgle sir, I came here...to get f-fucked by you sir.” this resulted in a skin rippling slap to her ass cheek “What was that?” he asks for a repeat and she willingly rewords her excuse “I came-” another slap “here to get-” slap again “fucked by-” a slap to the other cheek “you, even. I sent a wink, and a couple of days later got a reply. All she wanted was sex, so I thought. There was something about the way she wrote that had me very intrigued, and something inside was telling me to go with it, even though I felt very nervous. Now this was a while ago, so if she is reading this, I will try to remember how it happened in the first week as best as I can. We started with some general chit chat, a few questions about each other, then swapped photos, and a few questions on why. He danced her towards the door, stopped and gave her a look that said he could not wait any longer. They left the hall hand in hand. In the dark hall he pushed her up against the wall, and proceeded to do what he wanted to do since he first laid eyes on her. As his lips were busy with her mouth, his hands roamed down her throat, to her shoulders and down her bare arms. His big hands found her waist, and slowly went up the sides and felt the sides of her full round breasts. He moved them over. If she came now, or even if we communicated, old feelings may root and spoil the landscape I want to create. If this tree grows, I want it to be for real."He went through his campus phone directory to find a phone number for Brian Faraday. He found it and called.Hello Brian, this is Jared Winslow. I've just been hired here at NEAT as the football coach and I'm told you're quite an athlete.Brian: uh ... oh really? Coach Winslow! I've heard and read so much about you. Welcome to University. How.