Those extremes tended to be the primary modes of the white-collar college kid. I prefer blue boys, dumb and coarse, eager to learn and even more so to...fuck. After all, I’m going for my master’s in English; sex and education are my greatest passions. Yet despite the initial dismissal, my eye began peeking out at the prospect. Steven was starting to cling anyway, and no matter how good I got dicked, I still got bored. He had warm skin, almost certainly Italian-American. His dark hair was thick. ---Sarah Carerra Book 3 - Concerto in A-By Megan Campbell(Released: April 23, 2012)Chapter 11 - Big Treble in Little ChorusI groaned loudly at the knock on the door to my bedroom. I knew who wasthere, and I knew what she wanted. But I wanted to sleep longer. A momentlater the door opened. I knew I should have locked the door last night."Megan, you promised me," she said, playing to the weaker side of myheart. I groaned again, but slowly threw back the covers. Even though theconcert had started. "That was the stuff," Shelly said. After a few minutes of heavy breathing, she reached for her panties and dried my dick off with them. She took the crotch of the panties and pressed it inside her and wriggled it around until she seemed satisfied. She put the panties on and kissed me. "Thanks, Mike. I know that's not really your thing but I can't even tell you how much I needed it." Any time," I said. I didn't quite mean it. I didn't get off on being rough like she did but, shit, did I get. She headed off to the back of the house leaving Jake in the lounge.Jake unpacked it, and immediately saw a problem. The cord had the wrong connector. He immediately tried to call his boss, but the pharmacy was now closed and no one was answering the phones.Lisa returned to see a worried look on Jake’s face.“What’s up?” she asked.He explained the problem with the cord connection. They discussed trying to find another one - Lisa explained that his boss’s pharmacy was the only one in their small.