.... It felt so, so very nice but I stopped myself as it felt forbidden and wiped myself dry by dragging my knickers up. For weeks I'd look forward to...that "after shower" peak of Caroline, but could never get near to seeing her again as she was by far my favourite, in my imagination anyway. For now I'd these thoughts out of my head.It was only a few weeks later on a Saturday that my parents had gone out that I happened to venture into the loft, for what I can't recall, but by chance I happened. Then she called on each pledge to sing a solo. Some, she noted the names, could produce something reasonable with nothing but the first note. Some couldn’t get the second note right having been given the first. Two couldn’t even duplicate the first note when the pitch pipe had given it to them.She decided to delegate. She split the best singers into two groups and assigned each group to learn one song in the next three days. Each single decent singer was assigned one of the hopeless ones and. “My only pleasure, my only joy,” she whispered intothe night. Paul held her wrists down, but she rolledher hips and used him for her own pleasure, archedher back and scraped her nipples against his chest.He bit the skin on her neck until she gasped andwrithed, and came.“There’s real passion in your drawings,” her artteacher said. She coughed, blushed, but didn’t saywhy: she masturbated while drawing.On the nights she was alone, she lay on her stomachon top of. We danced for a while and it didn’t take me long to realise that she didn’t want to waste any more time on the dancefloor and that she had more interesting activities in mind. We’d hardly got back to my flat before she dropped to her knees, unzipped me and began sucking me hard, rubbing my engorged cock all over her face and playing with herself at the same time. As she knelt there, she pulled my cock out of her mouth, looked up at me and almost groaned, rather than said, ‘Fuck, I really want.