I ran into Dylan in the grocery store the next day. Once again he seemed upbeat and cheerful. He was even sporting a security badge on his denim shirt...above his name badge."What's this? A promotion?" I asked, a smile breaking through my defenses."Yeah. Hey, I took the course management offered, you know, learning all about security and shoplifting and all that. They even knew about my record and still let me take the course. I did really good and now I work security every night. For the most. Also this story is not a quick fap story, so go ahead accordingly.It all started on a typical day of my college life, I was a regular backbencher and sleeping or idling my time away in classes was not new, either for me or for my teachers , up until one teacher took the responsibility to change me unto herself, she was a petite beautiful girl pursuing her M.Tech. whilst teaching to support herself, coming back to the story as I was sleeping innocently in one of her classes she came to and. The ticket-taker has already made his rounds, and will not be coming back until we made our stop. I turn my iPod to a song with a sensual beat, blocking out words that could ruin my mood. I reach under my shirt and bra, and begin to rub my breasts, occasionally pinching my nipples. I look around to see if anyone notices. Not yet. I reach one hand down my jeans, slouching enough to spread my legs. Usually I rub myself over whatever underwear I happen to have on, but seeing as I'd opted for. Withmore customers coming in the whole time, the background noise level was quite high. But I could see theywere laughing and joking a lot. A third bottle was ordered and then the older guy put his coat on to leave.Probably going back to his wife and family in the suburbs. The two young guys sitting directly next toAnnabel had now both moved in much closer. I could see that one of them had his hand on her thigh and herlegs were definitely several inches apart now. Something they said made her.