I moved one hand behind her, slowly gliding my hand down her back until I could grasp the nozzle in my gloved hand. At the same time, I asked her to s...read her legs a little. When there was enough room, I slipped my other hand down past her tummy until one of my fingers was touching her clitoris. I started to softly rub my finger across her hard little button, telling her how much I loved her, and repeatedly kissed her cheek.She was holding my arm with both of her hands, and I could feel her. Impatiently, she tipped the rest of the contents on her bed and gasped. There was an anal douche, a bottle of lube and a small butt plug. Her pussy immediately got moist as she pictured the implications: Alex was finally going to take her ass! Then she got nervous as she realized she’d had to wear the plug all day long. She did not have to go to classes, but she did have some errands to run during the day and wondered if she’d manage. She put everything back in the box, tucked it under her bed. Disaster though, the pipes had burst and she had to return to her parents. This sucked. I instantly arranged a night out with my flatmate instead to alleviate my disappointment. She sent me a text though to keep me chipper and to let me know she hadn’t forgotten about our night out. Her cleanly shaven pussy. With just the slightest hint of her clit at the bottom of the picture, glistening with her wetness. To say that my mind was distracted from other girls on the Friday night out is an. Areeya put one arm around me and we were all hugging. Her tears hot on my skin as she cried silently between Alex and myself. Areeya eventually stopped crying, grabbed hold of Alex’s hand and walked across to the sofa. They sat down on one and I took the other. She took a deep breath and said, ‘I’m sorry for what has happened, and especially I’m sorry for and you, James. You took a lot on yourself and I thank you for that.’ Alex jumped in, ‘You have nothing to be sorry for Areeya. None of this.