Before I knew it she had unbuckled my belt, my pants were off. Next thing I get treated to is this amazing girl. Curly blonde hair, curvy body, abou... 5'6", 22 year old college junior start stripping for me. Its like time was moving in slow motion. First she took off her top, revealing what was one of the sexiest Victoria Secret bras I have seen, her tits looked like they were meant to be in it, they just fit so well. I stuck out one of my hands to go touch it and she pushed it back against. Throughout the washing and shaving that her shower required, thoughts of the two of them filled her mind, and as the last of the conditioner was being rinsed from her hair, signalling the end of her shower, she closed her eyes and allowed her hands to roam lower and lower. Her left hand slowly massaged each breast, slowly tweaking each nipple as her right hand impatiently made its way between her legs. "Fuck..." she whispered to herself, using her middle and ring finger to slowly massage her. He kinda looks like the cage fighter Urijah Faber and as we were chatting the words ‘ex boyfriend’ slip out of my mouth and with that, thats all he needed. So he invited me back to his place for a few drinks and a few blocks later we enter his house. We made some Tequila sunrises and went up to his room and he started to massage my tense muscles and then all of the sudden quicker then you could say ‘flaming fag’ he got this look in his eyes, ripped my shirt off and started sucking and kissing. Could it getanymore Freudian? Anyway, about an hour after I finished packing, thephone rang. It was Lisa."Hey, Brian! I just wanted to call you before your trip!" sheexclaimed."Thanks, I just finished packing up." What are you bringing?" she said suggestively."What do you mean, what am I bringing? What, like whips and chains?"She laughed. "Since 9/11, they won't let you bring those. You knowwhat I mean... who's going?"I sighed. "I knew what you meant and wasn't going to respond. But,to answer.