I could feel it when he bent forward and down into me, his lips kissing my back lightly before his cock entered me and filled me up and consumed me. I...could feel my legs trembling, the thickness of his dick pushing at my body, his slow movements in and out of me evening out my breath while making it harder to breathe. I felt his hands touching me, running themselves over the curves of my sides, the softness of my skin, my tits and ass, the push of my hips into his fingers. He worked me slowly,. Is there any way I could beg a ride off you?"Wow, I didn't see that coming. "Okay. Uh, sure, no problem. When is your bus?" I have to be at the bus station by five, but if you are leaving now I'd just need to pick up my bags at my dorm." It's fine. I have a 3 o'clock class. I was just going to hang out at the library." Cool. Since you're helping me out, can I treat you to lunch at the dining hall?" As long as 'lunch at the dining hall' means 'mochas at Starbucks, ' then fine." I said and we. At one point, he asked me to come over so we could talk. I accepted. And everything changed. I got to the house, and to make things easier, he was cooking dinner. I helped, happy for the opportunity to avoid an uncomfortable silence. We cooked, his kitchen not small enough to constantly run into him physically. We talked as little as possible, the air charged with the tension from our previous arguments. We both had much to say, but neither knew how to begin, nor what to say. We sat down to. It would have felt as normal as any woman performing the act. Onthe other hand, if I myself had had more nerve then I very well mighthave gotten to the floor at his feet and undone his belt buckle, undonehis pants button, pulled down his zipper and forced his cock into viewand sucked on it. But for whatever reason Harry and I remained apart andthe moment passed yet again. Maybe some other day, who knew? I think whatwe were both thinking was what would happen after it was over? Neither ofus.