At that point I suddenly felt much more comfortable with him, and I think what he had been about to say to me had made the difference."Dave and I have...done a couple of scenes together when we both worked in the business babes, so he knows what to do and I know he's professional about it - that's why I asked him round to help us..." she was stroking her fingers up and down my thigh in her usual sensual way, and giving me a 'semi' in the process."This is only straight DP you want, Nik? Yes?". From then on I knew I had to get to know her so that I can fuck her.So I started slowly. Helping her with books. Talking to her in private. Chat with her. Make her laugh and what not. But she never seemed to pick up the vibe. Eventually I gave up on her. I stopped talking to her and chatting with her. She finally approached me and asked what was wrong and I told her nothing.One day in class she got my attention again. She dropped some chalk and turned around, bent over and picked it up. The. Becky's fingers went deep into my pussy and when she wiggled them, I tried to scream my way through an orgasm, but I could not utter a sound.I could not move my head or even moan with David's cock buried deep into my throat. My pussy was wetting Becky's fingers as I felt my body shake. My legs went rigid as I rode out my first orgasm. It was long and hard. When it was over, my body went slack but only for a few seconds. Becky did not let up her onslaught of my clit and I felt myself being. Hurt. I knew I had zero experience with sexualencounters, but this was definitely - aside from my feminine attire - thetype of situation where this action might be deemed appropriate. My headspan in its drunken haze. What did I do wrong?"I.. thought," I stammered, wounded."I thought Riley had told you. I don't like dick. It ain't my thing." herwords in staccato bursts.I just looked into her eyes in absolute confusion."I'm not into boys," she spat. Her bluntness emphasised the plosive soundof.