‘Sure, Trenton, I’ll talk to you later.’ I heard her sniff back more tears as I flashed over to the other call. ‘Hey homey, give me some good ...ews.’ I exclaimed, knowing the day couldn’t get any worse. ‘Hey Dude, Um, sorry, but I ain’t got none.’ He said in his false suffer dude accent. ‘Like there was this party, and someone knocked over one of the torches and like dude threw his drink on it and it like exploded.’ He rambled on. ‘That sucks dude…!’ I interrupted his story. ‘So whose house was. "Make sure you wear a pretty apron," she added.* * *I had met Corrine through my then current, now my ex girlfriend Amy. Shehad met Corrine at the place she worked, and before Corrine got aposition as an editor at a publishing house, she had already found herplace among the roster of Amy's best friends. By any rate, this happenedwell before I met her for the first time. By then I had alreadyestablished an image of her, based on what Amy - and other girlfriendsof her, who were equally smitten. I started to bob my head up and down on him with my hand matching the rhythm of my mouth.“I’m going to come,” he gasped.“Not so fast,” I said as I took him out of my mouth and squeezed the head to stop his orgasm, “You have a job to do.”Rolling onto my back, I pulled him on top of me and guided his rock-hard penis to my opening.Groaning, he slid into me. My arms encircled his neck; my legs wrapped around his hips.He began pumping my pussy, his balls slapping my ass each time he plunged the. ”“I sleep like a bear,” Mitch laughed, and I joined him. I filled him in on the full story, but the clock drew my gaze back in. Grimacing, I said, “I’m gonna be a fuckin’ wreck in class tomorrow. It’s literally in three and a half hours.”“Dude. Forget Quantum Mechanics. You literally just saw some guy get shot dead. I think you should just skip.”“But—““No buts. We’re gonna hang out tomorrow and do some cool shit. Forget class.”“What about yours?” I responded drily. “You gonna skip those.