I guess he knew what I was about at that point.“so why did you apply for this position” he began“um, because I need a job sir”“ do you have ...ny special talents” he asked“oh, I don’t know if they are special. But I can do a lot of things that you like” I winked. “oh really” he stood up “tell me about them” he walked around the chair I was sitting in and started playing with my firey red hair. “how bout I show you” I got up and locked the door. He was leaning against the wall and I kissed him.. Would I actually enjoy licking a hard cock while it was sliding in and out of a wet pussy? Would I let the sucking continue while he shot cum into her? Would I like the taste of her cunt while his cum rolled out of her and into my mouth? Would I be tempted to suck his cock for him along with her? Would I like to be the one shooting hot cum into her cunt while he ate me and her? Well there was only one way to find out. Find a gal and guy that were willing to do it. Where do you find someone. “I’m so horny,” she said. I was horny too, but I suspected it was just alcohol talking. She had a pretty good buzz on. “I really should go,” I said. “Maybe next time.” Next time I’ll bang your brains out. “Oh no, don’t go. I’m sooo horny. Come to bed with me.” I’m proud to say I was reluctant to take advantage of someone under the influence, especially on a first date, but no girl ever had to twist my arm to get me in her bed. I agree there’s no such thing as bad sex. There is, however, not. I honestly didn’t think it was that funny. Over remainder of that semester, it did seem like Amy’s behavior towards me changed somewhat. She was dumping her entourage and sitting in the front of the class (the boys were petrified to sit in the front row). Or maybe my lectures are just fascinating. Amy took to wearing more low cut blouses, but her relative lack of tits made this not terribly exciting. Going braless and having perpetually hard nipples poking through the fabric, on the other.