It was quite, as i had suspected with few students s**ttered few and far between. I sorted out all the academic priorities I had, then proceeded to a ...pot (F-block) at which my friends and i usually light up some Mary Jane. I proceeded to F-block toilets, stripped down to my panties in the middle of the boys bathroom ( which were open, but unlikely to see users during a holiday) and then completed my outfit with the bra, leggings and the dress. My heart was racing and my tiny clitty was. Those wonderfully sexy little eyes were smiling though.“God, Am I going to fuck her senseless later tonight,” I thought to myself.Watching her being penetrated by a seventeen year old boy was just about the hottest thing I have ever seen. He didn’t have much of a clue as to how to progress…..and that just rendered it hotter still. Having no trouble spreading her vaginal lips and pushing up inside her, he seemed embarrassed having to pump her with an audience on hand (well, especially the girl’s. He went to the beer truck, and I went straight for the pussy. I am in no way a cocksman, but a sure thing is a sure thing. I walked up to the group of well dressed people, put my arm around the shoulders of the lady, and asked the stupid question, “Where have you been all my life”?, pulled her around, a little against her will, and walked down the stairs to the waters edge in the darkness. I kissed her passionately, she seemed surprised, but responded after a few seconds, and I pulled her down. She moved further up my back, I reached back behind me with my right hand, and found her package. I took her cock in my hand, not large, smallish diameter, but this thing is very warm. This would be great in a coat pocket on a winter day, might want two, one for each pocket as handwarmers. Weird thoughts. Also, so much for my passivity, first time, maybe, but I have done this many times in my minds eye. Let’s get on with the adventure.Belinda murmured, “Do you want to roll over, honey?” I.