I’d talked to her about a special kinky little session of Monday night lovemaking, and to my surprise, she agreed. But dammit, she had to work late ...hat night, so I waited for her.I wanted to really help Melissa explore her exhibitionist fetish, and I had the perfect idea on how to do that safely and privately. The minutes ticked slowly by. I was dying with horny anticipation when my phone rang. It was Abby.“Hey, s*s,” I said. “How is everything?”“Nate,” she said, “you can’t send me porn links.. I’ll be down in an hour.”“Okay.”I threw my empty suitcase under my bed, closed my laptop, and walked into the bathroom. I turned on the hot water, and looked into the mirror, taking off my shirt and sweats. Finally, I was out of the house. College. With my friends, too. Matt got a scholarship here, and Lisa is too smart, so she got in anywhere she wanted. And thank God, I got in here. Nothing like Southern California.After I took a shower, I walked into the dorm and put on new clothes. I looked. Slutty. Of course that had been part of the appeal, but at the same time it created a feeling of awkwardness to stop it from happening.Now, oddly enough considering two of her female friends were having their way with her, there was no awkwardness. Miley did feel dirty though. And very, very slutty. And she loved it.All the pleasure seemed to melt together so that Miley felt like she was in heaven, every orgasm sending her higher into the fluffy white clouds. In the back of her mind she even. “So, what play are we doing today Nancy?”“‘Around thrice more’, by Frank O’Nell. He’s one of the more famous playwrights from this century. The play is a semi-autobiographical piece, written during about several of his relationships.” She got up and began handing out print-outs. “We’ll be dealing with the first act for the rest of the week, and then starting on the second act next week.” She glanced at the class. “I’ll need a few volunteers for a moment.”A dozen hands went up. Most of them are.