Running her nails and occasionally wrapping my meatballs in her palms and squeezing them. Oh man, it was the first time someone played with my meatbal...s so sensually. It raised my temperature to new heights.She held my dick between her lips and slowly moved back to release it from her mouth. Oh God, I could not resist the pleasure. She held my dick knob tightly for a few seconds between her lips and then released it, looking at me with a smile. It was just maddening.She moved back towards me. She said, "I will just sit beside you very correctly. I wouldn't want you to overload." She smirked.Then her face became serious and she said, "Tell me your ideas for the story."I didn't have much of an idea but I had a glimmer. I thought for an instant to let it develop sufficiently to tell someone. I said, "It's half formed but I'm thinking about two college students receiving some strange text messages or voice mails allegedly from each other telling them to meet and to continue to meet.. After a few seconds of looking the thing over I figured it out, and I leaned back against the counter as I waited for it to run its course. I was still staring into space when the back door opened, making me jump half out of my skin. From my current position I could see a small wet room, where Eric paused to kick out of his muddy boots and slip his jacket off. He looked wide awake, though I could tell he hadn't had time to shave. Surprising, the things you notice after an experience like last. ‘You’re looking pretty good Aya.’ ‘Don’t call me that! Only Abby calls me that!’ Ayla exclaimed. She turned to him, her eyes flashing. ‘What do you want Dylan?’ she asked. ‘A second chance,’ Dylan answered. ‘Not a fucking chance in hell!’ Ayla spat. Carly’s eyes widened, she’d never heard that kind of language from her friend. ‘Let’s go Car,’ Ayla said, grabbing her friend’s arm and pulling her away. ‘Who was that?’ Carly asked when they reached Ayla’s dorm. ‘That was Dylan, my first.