I finally got soft enough so she wouldn't notice just as my clothes got done.I started to fold my clothes at the table, when her clothes got done she ...sed the table that was in front of me throwing them in a pile she walked back to get her basket. I noticed in the pile she wore lacy thong panties. Walking back over to the table, she started to fold her clothes. I was almost done by the time she started hers. I started to pack everything up, then to grab my basket.“Aw your leaving already?” She. My beloved girlfriend from Vanderbilt (still somewhere in the Pacific with the U.S. Navy) had served me well in deflecting any possible suspicions that might arise pertaining to Emily’s and my joint occupancy of the third floor. (“Joint occupancy” was a novel concept. Thanks to thick walls and our Magic Closet, along with Emily’s and my own superb acting performances, I was confident that none of my fellow boarders had any clue about the full extent of the occupancies my privileged “joint” had. ....oh well. So i continued jerking i was thinking i could have done this at my apartment. Then i peeked out my door and took a little walk around and it was about empty except 2 or 3 closed doors .So i went back to my booth to finish a go home. Then i heard footsteps but these sounded like boots or heels of some kind. I am thinking a woman or a couple and i am getting really hot ready to do anything. The door close and i get completely naked jerking pinching my nipples feeling myself off just. You know that guy you ... well you know. He's the only one that I ever went all the way with and ... and I only let him go all the way with me a couple of times ... it's so ... you know ... so personal and all." Fuck me. Just a second ago you were asking to suck my cock, now you're telling me you've only been screwed a couple of times, I don't know. It's fucking weird. What the hell is some seventeen-year old kid doing out in the middle of bum-fuck nowhere with dumb-fuck no one anyway?" Art.