At times I wanked both our cocks off, sandwiched together in my hand. That mutual pleasure seemed to take him by surprise.He seemed to like it. It was...only then he would look down at our cocks together. And only then would he meet my eye. Otherwise he would look around as if aloof from another man wanking him off. It was in contrast to him, minutes earlier, on his knees sucking my c9ck with enthusiasm, in need of my cum in his mouth. I wanted to kiss him. i loved his thick, slightly soft c0ck.. I had to have her now. I dopped my pants and my hard cock sprang forward. I placed it up to her opening and shoved forward and I felt the hymen give as I sank all the way into her. She let out a small cry as I continued to fuck her. I dont know how long we fucked but before we were through she had a second orgasm at the same time I shot my load. Afterwards we lay there for a long while holding each other. Of course after a few kisses and a little feeling around I was hard as a rock again. He nodded, but he lifted his eyebrows at my outfit.I rushed off to my class, wondering what the odds were of Kyle catching me outside of school and causing me serious pain.Nothing happened the rest of the morning. Not until I got cornered in homeroom where I usually went to relax during my lunch period.Gary came in and stood behind me for a moment. He didn't touch me. Not yet. But I could feel someone standing there. I didn't know who it was until he said, "I'm glad Jordan picked that top. I. You've already figured out the whole thing. Maybe I should just leave and you make up your own fantasy.The year is 1979. I was an assistant professor in philosophy and Molly was a senior, only six years younger than I. Molly was 22 and brighter than I've ever been. 5'6", long brown hair and eyes that spoke volumes. Small breasted, she usually went braless and often wore t-shirts and Indian skirts. We were friends and lovers and although I had a role in "corrupting" her (getting her used to.