I identified (and still do) as genderfluid, and my sexuality was something I preferred not to put a label on.I shared all this with Trinka on the phon... before we met. It was important to me that I room with someone accepting of a non-binary person, and I didn't want to make her feel uncomfortable if she didn't want to room with someone who wasn't solely attracted to guys. Luckily, she told me she had no problem with any of it, and that she herself was pansexual.We decided on a small two-bedroom. The way she was grinding her hips down into him was too much for him to bear much longer. Her skin was slick with sweat, and she panted and groaned into his ear the most erotic noises coming from her parted lips. She was sending him into sweet surrender. The moment she broke eye contact and threw her head back, screaming his name and clawing in pleasure down his back, he allowed himself to let go. The waves of pleasure drowning him as he felt another orgasm roll through every inch of her body.. She wanted it to dry as fast as possible so she could it back on, her pert nipples making themselves quite known even through the thick fabric of the shirt.She shuffled back to her seat barefoot, arms crossed self-consciously over her chest and holding her shoes by the laces. Her worn out old thrift store sneakers would take quite awhile to air out, so they got a prime spot on the floorboard in front of her right in line with the heat vents down there.“Once we stop for the night I’ll park us. I hope you feel the same way. I want this to happen so badly.”“Alexa, I think you are my dream woman. When I first saw you, you were an unreachable goddess to me. But you weren’t unattainable, you chose me and I thought I was in a dream.”“Promise me, if this is a dream, we never wake up. Now, lay back I want to do something for you.”He did as he was told, smart boy when a naked woman says she is going to do something for you. She crawled up his body, purposely dragging her breast up his stomach.