Muscled, naked and hard, his cock in his heavy hand, the phone held up by a shoulder. He’s sitting in his big, leather chair. It’s from where he a...ways calls her. On late summer afternoons, he used to sit in it while I blew him before going out. He was my sex king, ruling over all that I did. “How were you bad?” He’s a little desperate.“I can’t tell you”“Oh, c’mon” he forces a laugh “I like it when you’re bad.” My fingers are sticky and very wet; I work them in and out and around. He can hear. I was the type of student who needed to beat the books to keep my grades up so I often had to beg off to study. She had been understanding and would often just find a friend to go out with instead but it had only struck me now that she had never mentioned the sex of the friend and I had never asked as we had both come to an agreement which apparently only I had been respecting. Tonight I had called her after deciding to take a night off but her grandmother whom she lived with had told me that. This had brought back memories of what things were before yesterday, the two us going out for drinks and shooting pool at the local tavern this spring, k**s running through the hotel, and entire days spent at the mall. All of this was gone now; she began to weep as all of these mixed feelings hit her at once. I held her, rocked her, and tried to comfort her. She was exhausted and scared, and then she looked up at me and kissed me with passion in her eyes. As I kissed her deeply I ran my fingers. She was aroused now and I came to know that by her reaction.Then I moved my hand to her boobs and started to fondle them smoothly. She didn’t utter a word and started to enjoy my act.We sat on the seashore. As it was still raining, there was no one to disturb our romantic mood. Our eyes ? looked and lips ? locked. This continued for almost 15 minutes along with a nice smooch. Then I hugged her and carried her to the parking area. Later, I dropped her off at the railway station.That night she.