Mary Lou could give hardons to brass statues. She was a walking, talking wet dream and somehow she decided that I was going to go somewhere and she la...ched on to me and wouldn't let go. Not that I was complaining mind you. But besides all the outside glamour, Mary Lou was smart too. She was only two spots below me in the class standings.We met in February just before Valentine's Day as I was going into the library and she was coming out. Someone said something to me and I turned around and she. So when a pair of arms wrapped around my waist, I jumped out of my skin before sinking into them where I belonged. I recognised the smell first, then his voice swiftly followed. “I think I owe you one,” he murmured, into my left ear. I couldn’t stop the smile spreading across my face and warmth flooding my stomach. He must have been preparing himself for this. I could feel he was ready, through his and mine clothes. “You do,” I said, turning around in his grasp and planting a kiss on his lips.. I had shaken the bed so much that I awoke Jean and she asked if I was all right. I had no desire to lie to her so I told her all about the dream. She asked me, "Is that something you would like to do some day?"I had to choose my words very carefully. I wanted to be truthful but I didn't want Jean to get the idea that I desired any other than her. I had to examine my thoughts in depth. Did I want to see those naked bodies? Did I want to see them more than I wanted to see Jean's? It only took me. I couldnt help myself but wonder what it would be like to rub my hand up those delicious thighs to find what she was hiding between. How can I help you ladies, I said. My eyes shifted over to the tiny brunette next to her. She was wearing tight jean shorts that that showed off just as much leg as her friend. Two skinny legs that looked so perfectly shaped my dick did another little quiver. I must of been staring hard because the younger one put her head down and smiled shyly. I almost had to.