As for myself, I was a junior. She sat by me. She was kind of talkative. She had my curiosity. Why? In all honesty, she had plenty to offer. For examp...e, Sharmell was pretty busty. Her ample cleavage got my attention. As well as her plump pink lips and pretty caramel skin. She had a petite tight body. She might have caught me looking at it. I only did it maybe a few times.“I want my booty to be bigger,” She said. But by God, did she work with what He gave her. Chemistry class was the only class. "What are you doing?" she asked. Now for the first time I looked at her. The first thing you noticed is her boyish short fair hair and her pretty smiling face."I'm doing Media studies," I replied. Just then my group got up as one and headed off for our next period."See you soon," I heard her say to my back.I forgot about her, that is, until the morning break the next day."Hi again," she said sitting down with me again, this time I saw her approaching and I had time to study her figure. Not very. I blushed as I remained sitting up in my bed without saying anything at all about what we just did together as I wiped my lips clean with the back of my hand and I laid back down, hiding under the bed sheets. I decided to think more about it another time as I closed my eyes and I tried to get some sleip...That night I had a few of bad dreams which ended up with me waking up gasping for air and then I'd go right back to sleip, shortly after realizing it was just a dream. In the morning I woke up. Over the next few days we exchanged details, he was a South African who had come over here several years ago and he worked for the local council. He was actually gay, but was definitely a top, and enjoyed ploughing into other men's assholes. Again, this suited me perfectly. Then he sent me a picture of his dick. As soon as I opened that email my cock stiffened, I started drooling and I felt my asshole tingle. I had to have a go on that monster. Next to it was a ruler and his gorgeous black cock.