‘So I cleaned myself up, went home, and tried to avoid thinking about it. We had a midterm in our advanced physiology course coming up, so I spent t...e week studying, avoiding everyone. No one thought anything of it because that was our most challenging class. We were all avoiding everyone because the semester was picking up pace. I took that exam, somehow passed despite my brain still being in a fog, and Rob wanted to go out and celebrate. We went to a fancy restaurant and it all felt normal. Now coming to the story when I uploaded my first story ‘fucked a bitch named Cynthia’ I got a mail from a stranger appreciating my story and I replied thank you. Then she used to reply me every time I upload a story then we started to talk regularly through the Gmail but she never mentioned about her; where she lives or anything like it. After some days our chat turned into sex chat and it became serious we two can’t sleep without speaking with each other one day I asked her I want to see you. A look of horror came over her face and she wiped at her nose and mouth with the back of one hand. More noises, amongst them something that sounded a little bit like "Ewwww" except there were words mixed with it that weren't for use in polite company."Boy, you cuss better than anybody I ever heard," I said. I was still off balance.She pushed me - thankfully with the non-snotty hand - and ran for the sink. I looked around and realized I was at the back of a big kitchen. It had a tiled floor, in. She arched her neck one way and then the other as she ran her hands over it. Her plump breasts shook as she soaped them. She streaked her flat belly with pale suds, whitened the thick black curls of her pubis as she ran her hands between her legs."Do you-" my voice broke."What's that?" Do you want me to do your back?" I managed to get out."Sure." She looked at me for a moment. "You might want to take off your tent first. -I mean, your sarong." Um-"Unable to think of anything to say, I undressed.