He looked up at her standing there like a pagan goddess in the pouring rain and saw her breath quicken. He stared for a minute at the drops hanging on...the tips of her nipples, then reached up and touched his finger to one. She gasped and stared down at the muscles rippling in his shoulders as he put his finger to his mouth and licked the drop off, then reached back up to circle her nipple with the finger wet with saliva."Ohhh," she said."Mmmmm, Kathy," he said.He slid his hand down the side of. We talked over the phone a few times. And had nearly met a couple of times before. Now finally we were standing outside his house, in a rich suburb outside of Chicago, checking each other out.It was one of those lovely, warm summer nights with the sweet night air blowing, the moon bright in the sky and amorous intentions in the air.“You're really pretty,” he was saying, obviously relieved.I could relate. I was thankful to be actually attracted to the person behind the voice. A sort of. One in particular was fated to wake the day he reappeared. Her name was Minako, a Japanese college student with long, flowing, red hair. Her eyes were a bright green and she was... well, she was her own person. She wasn't the best student, but she made do. She wasn't a full on athlete, but she made sure to get in some activity every week or so. But that was probably because her C cup breasts felt like way more to handle for her five foot tall, skinny frame. She had hips, but barely an ass,. Neither of us cared if anyone outside could hear the squelches of our body parts slapping against each other, or the creak of the bed as I thrusted. "Oh fuck Luke, you're doing it, you're going to make me ejaculate!" It made me laugh how, even now when I was cock-deep in my teacher's asshole, she was still trying to sound professional. But soon enough I felt her legs quiver on my shoulders, and then I felt the dampness grow across my stomach were it touched her 'no-go zone'. This was all I.