I didn'twant to lose him as a friend and I apologised to him over and over againthat I hadn't meant it like that and that I liked him and I would neve...think that of him. I started to cry, and he seemed to calm down and puthis arm round me and said that he shouldn't have flown off like that.Itwas not me he was getting at, but the others who assumed every black guywas a thug.It felt strange but nice to have his arm round me as it didn't happen tome that often, or ever really. We heard Sophie come. My heart was pounding by this time, as I thought about Sharon wearing these. As I was standing my her bed, my hand went to the front of my jeans and slowly rubbed the head of my cock. I was getting wet there already! I decided that the best thing to do would be to put them back in the bag.I went to the toilet, and was washing my hands when she called “everything all right in there?” and I began to reply she walked straight into the bathroom!“Come on, she said, I need to go” and ushered me,. .I majored in Computer Science, a very demanding discipline and I used masturbation to deal with the stress of the curriculum. One day-I'm guessing it was my sophomore year-I observed another girl-blonde, like me-in my philosophy class getting off! It was incredible! I'm no prude, but while I had felt the crotch of my jeans against my clit before, it had never occurred to me to carry it to completion! She sat in the front row (she had balls! LOL!) with one leg crossed over the other, and. I shudder with a feeling that is beyond pleasure. His tongue continues to prove my pussy, my clit. And I can no longer think, I hold his head in my hands and push him deeper. My clit is now in his mouth and he flicks his tongue all around it sending me into a frenzy of pleasure.My body gets taut, I arch my back as his tongue expertly takes me closer to what I can only describe as an explosion. I suddenly want him all over me, I want to kiss him, feel him, feel this all over me. His hands hold.