Weren't you at all scared he'd do something?" He just laughed. "Nah, he was a wimp, just like your husband. He 'forgave' her and I just kept on fuck...ng her whenever I felt the urge. I used to make her come to school without panties and make her show a couple of buddies." "And she did it?" I asked in amazement. "Sure, just like you will. Anyway, about her getting knocked up. Her punk husband had some shit like low sperm count or something, so she was always taking her temperature and some. For several days, nothing happened. Whenever I caught Kate’s eye, she shook her head, either unwilling or unready to talk about it. She asked me to have dinner with her Tuesday night though, in a different dining hall than we usually ate in. ‘Ok Sophia, I’ve made a choice, and I want you to back me up on it,’ she began uncertainly, when we were seated eating our mystery nuggets. ‘Of course Kate, we both want to do what’s best for Cassie. Are you thinking we should go to the Dean of Students?. She began to grind into me. The song ended, the house lights came on and we left hand in hand. We went to my car and waited for the lot to thin out so we could leave easily. We sat talking about what happened and I reached over and gently caressed her cheek. She leaned over to me and we kissed again. “Lets go for a drive so we can talk and maybe find a place to park.” she said. We took off driving some country roads just talking when she asked me if anyone was home at my place. My parents were. One of the unwritten rules for girls partying at the house was that if you wanted to come back a second time, you had better have proven your skills as a swallowing, head-giver on the first visit.It was during that time period that I had my first curious thoughts about what it was like to give fellatio. Every girl I knew seemed to absolutely love it. Of course, I love eating pussy, but it was not uncommon for girls to do that to each other, especially at our bigger event parties. No guys would.