Kneeling beside my bed on the floor, her ass spread wide apart, with her strap-on still hanging there just as if she had a thick pink cock. I slowly m...ke my way to her, gently place my hands on her ass. I slide my finger tips up her back, then I press her face into the mattress as I force the entire length of my dick up her shithole. She screams in agony into the mattress as now I mercilessly pound her brown hole. "This is how pigs get fucked, whore!" I continue pounding her, hearing her. They seemed disappointed, and I wondered what was up. There hadn’t been any overt or, as far as I could tell, any subtle hints of attraction. I wondered if it was just being friendly. I asked for a rain-check and headed home.On Thursday when I walked Stephie back to her dorm, instead of kissing me on the cheek like she had the previous few times, she hugged me and gave me a peck on the lips. She winked and said goodbye and headed inside. After Tuesday’s invitation and Stephie’s kiss, I wondered. She then turned on her phone, not even noticing the message waiting for her, and called Amy. While Michelle was dialing, the stranger grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist. The receptionist let Amy know that Michelle was on the line for her. Amy let out a sigh of relief and picked up the handset. She asked Michelle if she got her message. Michelle told her she had not checked her messages, but that she was at the apartment and asked if she knew there was a guy in her shower. Amy. ”“Uh…thank you, Hannah.”My mind raced. Did I mutter that under my breath? Didshe hear it?My stomach did flips.“Did he check his oil?” I quickly said with a jokeattempt.She didn’t smile. She turned and went back to her desk.The phone rang. “Emily?” I heard her say “I’ll transferyou.”I sat at my desk. I could feel sweat trickle down mybody. My mind was in a blur. Before I knew it she wasstanding in front of my desk. Her purse.