I don’t need you anymore.’ My mind was made up. I was going to seriously pursue a more intimate relationship with my friend. Then it happened. We...took an afternoon drive together and found a reasonably private spot where we could be alone. Within minutes we had sex in broad daylight, in the front seat of my car. It happened so fast that I’d have to say that we didn’t make love, we just had sex. I’ve learned, now that I look back on my experiences, that I have never been a lover. Things happen. He wasn’t given a choice, but didn’t protest too much as Annie peeled his socks off and started rubbing and squeezing his feet. It was really doing the trick for him as his eyes rolled shut with pleasure and I could see Annie was really getting into it. I wondered where it might go from here and was turned on by the thought. Reasoning that it might progress quicker without me there, I apologised for being tired and and headed for bedroom. Annie shot a knowing look at me as I rose from the. The skinny guy was too entranced by my rack to notice. I pushed the blond onto the cot sized dorm bed and embraced his skinny roommate, locking him in an aggressive kiss. His clumsy hands floated above my skin, even now afraid to offend me. Without breaking our kiss I dug through his shorts and retrieved his already stone hard dick, giving it long upward strokes and pinching the head between each set of fingers as they passed. The blond stood up, putting his hands on my hips. As he leaned in I. Add to that, Uncle Harry was a bleeding workaholic. Hold on, a correction there. He was under the impression I was a bleeding workaholic. He always had little jobs laid on for the weekends. ‘You missed a day’s work during the week to go to college, you can make it up on the weekends, boy.’ So my planned monthly weekend trips home soon became bi-monthly then tri-monthly. You get the idea, I got home three times the first year, and besides Christmas once the second year. By the end of the third.