I got a diet coke and found a table away from the door and the freak show. It was a nice quiet wait for the professor, and we were surrounded by norma... college kids. An older man, though still much younger than either Alison or myself, showed up. He had two even younger people in tow when he arrived at our table.“Professors are getting a lot younger,” I commented extending my hand.“The whole world is getting younger all the time,” he said in agreement.“It’s good to see you again Miss Green,” he. I assured her that I would dress appropriately and she dismissed me, saying she would see me on Saturday night.A tall kid with a hairy chest approached me in the shower after practice. Without introducing himself he told me Gina and I would be riding with him and his date Saturday night. "We'll go parking after the dance. Don't try anything with Gina, okay? Bev won't do it if she hears Gina fighting you off, got it?"I found out his name was Kenneth Stewart and he played tight end. Becky became. ”“Very good. See you remembered to call me Mistress. But look what you did to my crop,” she said holding the end with my sticky pre-cum on it in my face. “You got your nasty on my new toy. That will never do. LICK IT OFF,” she demanded as she put the cum side to my lips. “Lick off your own cum slut.”I looked at her wide eyed. “But..but..I…”Smack the crop came down on my lips, my own sticky cum covering them.“Do NOT disagree with me BITCH. I have swallowed a galleon of cum since I was. ” I said. I then heard some car door slam outside. I quickly put on some white shorts over my bulging white boxer briefs. I put on a loose fitting white wife beater shirt. Tim had gone down the hall to change. He came back a few minutes later dressed in over sized sweat pants and a baggy black shirt. We both hopped on our separate beds. He turned off the lights. It was pretty much pitch black in the room. I could see Tim moving his hand under his sheets. Maybe he was thinking of his.