Perfect.' When no one was looking I dragged Leslie through his room and into the on-suite, thinking that we could finally have a serious conversation...Of course she took it the wrong way, and giggled as I closed the door behind. She instantly pulled off her sweater and shoved her tongue down my throat. With a wicked laugh she said, "Wow, how come this wasn't on the first tour?" She was clearly missing the point. I sat her down on the side of the tub and tried to plead my case that this was. "I don't," she said agreeably, "which is why this is a particularly astonishing situation." I AM hungry," I admitted."Good!" she chirped. "And there's somebody I want you to meet." OK," I said. "Who?" I tried to keep the disappointment out of my voice. As soon as I understood that I was being invited over, I had fantasies about being worn out again. Men are idiots that way. Now I was going to have to behave myself, because there would be someone else there.Her voice came back somewhat guarded.. . and ... I’ve had a crush on you for so long, but now you have a cock so it’s not a sin. Well, not as much of a sin since we’re not married.”“Uh, maybe this is a bad idea.” Married? We were still in high school.“No, please, I’m just saying, I want to be with you. Date you, I guess, and ... Well...” She leaned in. “I know I won’t be able to resist you, and I’m going insane. I know school isn’t the most romantic place, but I just can’t wait. You’ve driven me mad.”“Sorry,” I muttered.She hooked. ”“Then why did you try? Concentrate, Robert: focus.”“Yes, ma’am.”“Alright, let’s try it again.”Once more, I placed the tip of my cock against the entrance to her hole. It was agony and ecstasy at the same time, and it was driving me fucking crazy. All I could think about was how fucking good it would feel to drive it home and fuck this crazy bitch.“Now,” she said slowly, grinding her pussy against the tip of my cock. “We’re going to start the clock. You are going to jack off for me, Robert,.