There was a 32 inch LCD flat screen mounted on the wall. I little night stand with a lamp next to the bed. Then about 3-4 steps to the left was a smal... bathroom with a shower a sink and a mirror. On the wall under where the tv was mounted was a mini refrigerator with a microwave on top of it and a cabin drawer that had all kind of protein snacks in it. To the right of the room was the window that looked out over to the neighbor's yard. In the back corner of the room was a dining table and 2. I had completed my run and was cooling down when someone called my name. God no, not now! I still had last night’s makeup on and bed-head hair. I was sweaty and just not presentable.It was a guy I had dated my freshman year. Well we did a little more than dated—we had also fucked. In fact we fucked a lot because he knew how to use his cock and how to find my G-spot every single time. He was a photographer and was standing in front of his apartment when he called out to me. He had also just. ..?"Her lips smacked as she opened her mouth to talk. "Please, Tom, I have to have you..." Then she went down on me again."Oh, shit, that feels good...but...why? Won't you lose your powers if that body doesn't stay virginal?" Then I realized that I had had sex with Demie the previous night. "Oh! You're sucking on Demie's juices; that's why you're horny."But that didn't explain why she had gone down on me in the first place. Demie's vaginal secretions were like Spanish Fly, except for real, but. My friends weren’t quite so lucky and they all had lessons while I faced the prospect of sitting in the library alone for two hours with nothing to do. It wouldn’t be too bad once we got into the swing of things. I was doing four A-levels, each one taking up six of the thirty weekly timetabled periods. That left me with six frees—sorry, self-directed study periods—and having two of them together like this, when none of my friends was about, would mean I wouldn’t get distracted and would get.