The course was titled "Graduate Thesis: Post-Feminism and Evolving Sexual Morality" And this year there were four pretty students. She surveyed the cl...ss...Melissa Corrigan, 30 had shoulder-length blonde hair, small A-cups, and a smattering of tattoos here and there. Most of the visible ones were on her arms and back, shapes and symbols, some wrapped around her arms like a bracelet with meanings only known to her. She was a rock chick who bar tended in the evenings and when she wasn't. I took the pizza out of the oven, grabbed the six-pack from the fridge and plopped myself in front of the television. The Cubs were beating the Cardinals six, zip in the third inning.As the game went on, the pizza and beer being consumed, thoughts of Casey crept back in my head. I tried concentrating on the game which didn’t stop my ‘nightstick’ from reaching its maximum length. I fought off the urge to do anything about it as I wanted to finish watching the game. There would be time later to. She could not help it, she was turned on beyond control and she lost herself in it.Now she moved for the first time, she pushed her bag aside and bent further forward onto the bed, supporting her upper body on her elbows. He again changed the position of his hands and ran them, and her skirt, high up onto her lower back. She knew that she was now exposed to him as his hands dropped down again onto her naked cheeks, caressing them. She felt him go down on his knees behind her and the faint draft. Familiar... He heard something like a radar detector.Like a radar detector at a Sheriff's convention.Frisker: "Fuck me, you were right." Of course. I'm always right." The female's voice. It sounded like... no.Mr. Turn Around: "Turn around slowly, and keep your hands where I can see them."He turned around.And his dick twitched."Bet you thought you'd never see me again."Rebecca.She walked right up to him and wrapped him up in a bear hug.He felt like he was in a vice. She was strong. Like her arms.