" Judy Creamer and I had taken a few classes together, even collaborated on a few joint projects. However, except for a few post-exam celebrations at ... local bar, we had not see much of each other outside of class. Actually, my two years in South East Asia had dulled my study skills, and except for my monthly Army Reserve meetings, I did not see much of anyone outside of class. That first year was just a blur of course work and maybe a little too much alcohol at night to make the dreams go. His breathing got deeper and heavier as I started getting wetter with the idea of this stranger taking me in the dark. My pussy was swollen and it was so nasty wet, still wondering what he is going to do to me. A chair in the dark corner against the wall, he tells me "sit on the chair", as he leans over and starts kissing me on the mouth deeply. His tongue forces to explore the inside, as I squirm to resist, as he began to bite each of my erect nipples . Unbuttoning his shirt, I was gazing at. Wouldn’t you like to lick me? I’d love to feel you sucking my clit and licking my pussy.”I told her that I didn’t know exactly what to do and she said it was OK, she would guide me. She spread her legs and I crawled up between them. I told her “your pussy smells really nice mom” and she told me she had used a flavored lubricant after the shower and that I should taste it. I first kissed her on her vagina, then gave a lick all the way up her slit. Then with her suggestion, I parted her lips with. I watch Suzanne as she walks away, swaying in her jeans. One time last month she had too much to drink and I was at the bar later than usual -to be honest, emotionally I was having a particularly bad night- and I volunteered to walk her home. When we got back to her place she was all hands and I did my best to keep her hands off of me without offending her. ‘Please, Suzanne,’ I had told her as she tried to pull me onto the couch she had just plopped down onto. ‘Why not, Devin? Don’t you like.