Can I ask you a question?" "Sure, fire away." "I was wondering if you would like a college coed fuck slave?" "Fuck slave?" "Someone to have sex with w...enever you feel like it, as long as there's nothing violent or hurtful, but I don't think you're that kind of guy anyway." "No, I like just sex in general, nothing fancy, the normal things. Oh, I'm not into anal, either, so that's not a worry. So you'd come over whenever I was horny?" "I was thinking that with the extra rooms you have, I could. I massage your sweet center until you yell that you’re cumming. I look at my dick and I'm glad you came but there's no way you can quit on me. I lay you down on the weight bench like I'm spotting you with my dick dangling above your face. You open your mouth and allow me to fuck it like I’ve wanted to do while everyone in the gym watches.You suck me good, rubbing my balls as you allow me to slide down your throat more and more. You gag a little and try to pull me out to regain your composure. I. He would occasionally tease me that if I “wasn’t straight I’d be his boyfriend”, but he never pushed beyond that. He came straight up to me and gave me a smile like he knew something I didn't.Curious what that look was all about – I assumed he had another wry, funny story about one of his sexual conquests or failures – I asked, “Hey, what’s up with you?”But he cocked his head and spoke into my ear, "I'm just deciding which straight boy I'm gonna' take home and turn gay tonight". Then he calmly. “We did that together, Kara, remember?”“But you weren’t there, Steve! You weren’t there, and I said I could only do it if you were there, but then I did it, anyway! And then I did it to her!” she said, the words just tumbling from her mouth.I held her tight and whispered, “It’s OK, Kara,” as I stroked her hair.“No, it’s not! It was wrong! I should never have done it and I feel icky now. I can’t see her, Steve!”This was just about the worst possible outcome I could imagine! I had hoped that.