Enraged, I hurriedly began strapping up again. Arranging the bags more methodically, I reloaded the papers that had fallen out of my Schwinn's basket ...nd began laboriously walking the bike uphill.Finally at the top, I took a right turn and surveyed the street that lay before me and that led to the beginning of my route five blocks away. Whereas the steep grade that led from the paper station to the top of the hill was sudden and sharp, the street before me was a long sweeping downgrade as far. You stepped off the train, looking as nervous as I felt, you looked around, searching the sea of faces for mine. Our eyes locked, and both of our mouths spread into goofy grins, both of us trying hard to pull it back down to something a little less embarrassing. As you walked towards me, I wondered what I should do, hug, kiss, handshake? My time had run out and you were stood right in front of me, without thinking, my arms went around your neck, your arms winding their way around my waist. You. On the sofa we necked on, but since she had a BF already (I was single), we mutually agreed not to take it any further. Anyway, we both quickly got "tired" and needed to go to sleep. I managed to persuade her to share a bed with her. She was wearing grey sweat pants and a black tank top. She had a bra under the top too. For some reason, instead of changing into PJs, she just climbed into bed fully clothed. She had her back towards me, but snuggled in close to me so that my crotch was spooning. The taste was bland yet almost tangy. I felt him twitch from the sensation of my mouth on his cock. He moaned a deep guttural moan, and managed to say, ‘Dude, what are you doing?’It wasn’t a freaked out question, more asking me if I was sure of what I was doing. I bobbed up and down a couple of times before coming up for air and quickly replying, ‘Shut up,’ before taking him back in my mouth. There was no time for talking. If I even stopped for more than a second to think about it, I probably.