I didn't think she'd ever like that, but she did. People learned to like anything after getting enough of it. Especially stupid people.So I screamed a... her to get out of my room and Jilly smirked and watched Polly go, all red faced and looking like she was going to cry."You got a roommate?" I asked Jill, sitting down on my bed, leaning against the wall."Yeah. That girl Valerie. You seen her?" Jill was on Polly's bed, facing me in the little room."She's a whore," I said. It was my new word, I'd. Maybe I might reach it with a few more yoga lessons.Pushing my tits together I thought of the last time John had his hard cock between them, enjoying a tit wank. I blinked, remembering how it stung when a string of his sperm hit my eye. That memory couldn’t stop my hands continue their caressing, flitting from tit to tit, from nipple to nipple. Squeezing, pinching, twisting.Looking down I watched my fingers slipping under the elastic top of my black panties. The color of material contrasted. I bit my lip and tossed my head back as I let out a low moan and continued to fuck him in this way. I cried out his name as I ground my pussy deeper into him. I felt every tiny movement on my ultrasensitive clit and it was driving me wild. His hands began to wander my body. He grabbed my ass with one hand and the fingers on his other hand toyed with my nipple and I lost it. I came. And I came. With every movement I made over top of him, waves and waves of pleasure went rippling through my. It was deadly silent in the car until Nate asked, "How do you know Beverly" "We're in the same sorority." More silence when Becka said, "So, it's just like home week for you." "How do you mean?" "Ya know, hooking up with a girl at a motel." "Hooking up wasn't what we did in the eighties. Shacking up is what we were doing." "So what are we doing, Nate? Shacking up or hooking up?" "Well, I'm shacking up and you're hooking up." Becka laughed and put her arms around Nate's neck. "You are so much.