Yet Bella could see that the men were distinct individuals, and she could feel their differences in her gut on top of their varying appearances and po...se.The choice wasn't hers to make, but as she led her fellow débutantes down the stairs, she began to entertain the idea of being claimed by someone she liked. The two guys who spoke up caught her interest instantly, particularly the one who supposedly thought of her as “his girl.” She wondered if he might be someone her mother knew, maybe even. She wore dark stockings and it looked rather sexy - although I noticed one leg had laddered a little. As we got to the top she suddenly looked around at me and I think noticed me sizing her up. Her grey eyes sparkled. The cafe was slick - nice looking waitresses served us and I had to force myself not to eyeball them as I thought this would be in poor form. We had our cake and coffee - passing the odd comments and I made her laugh once or twice with my poor Russian.She went off to the ladies. Of course, I had a little help.The help was Janie. I don't know how we hooked up ... or really, at first, why. We met in a Foreign Authors class the second semester of our sophomore year. I'd seen her around campus, but of course, she's just the type of person you notice. Guys would follow her around like a line of ducklings, and she'd toss them little smiles instead of bread crumbs. The thing that caught my attention was the fourth straight A+ paper that was handed back to her. The first words. ." Nobody won't," I breathed. "Do me here, Terrance. Right now—I want you."I pulled him downward towards me. My pussy wanted him—I was soaking up already. I shut my eyes when his lips made contact with my thighs. He kissed his way downward; I gasped when he slid his tongue between my labia. I grabbed onto his desk and later bit down on my finger so as not to moan too loud.My back rested against his desktop monitor.My eyes glazed over with lust.My lips sucked in air then let it off in a.