She was only 25, getting accepted into college at 18 and serving a 4-year term for math. She had a fit body and looks that could kill. Her blonde hair...fell to the small of her back and she had deep green eyes. Her boobs filled a C cup bra and stood up by themselves, leading to her usually not wearing a bra. She had light nipples surrounded by quarter-sized areolas. She always caught Kent checking her outwhile teaching. She would usually look him right in the eyes and bite her bottom lip while. That's what I told myself, frequently. For several days I lifted her up to drink fruit juice and take the effervescent pain-killers and antipyretics the doctor recommended, sponge-bathed her, helped her to the toilet, and changed the sheets when she soaked them with sweat. Tony told me not to show my face at the shop until I could honestly assure him she was okay on her own.After a few days she was still weak as a kitten, but complaining of hunger so I was able to give her thick, home-made. But the young man lying upon her body was not in a hurry and Alice thought that what was happening had been occupying his mind for a long time. He has been waiting for so long, and a few minutes longer won't make any difference, thought Alice.She was wearing a pair of black panties and a sport top tank. The surreal and prolonged contact with his body was making her sweat. But it was not all. Her body – oh, she was bloody aware of that – started responding to his intruding manliness. She was. Her eyes had, til now, been continuously locked on his, but the visual stimuli in combination with the physical were now too much--she needed to focus solely on the feelings now. Her eyes closed as she laid her head against his wet shoulder, her face facing his neck, feeling the roughness of his unshaved skin. With attention now focused exclusively on her sense of touch, she perceived the water continuing further, filling the valley between the walls of her sex, lapping at and circling.