It was fascinating how repetitive it all was. There was almost nothing to keep me going anymore. Almost....Three years ago I had gone to a college par...y at one of the local frat houses and some bastard killed me by putting something nasty in the wine cooler. I hovered over myself watching helplessly as he ravished my lifeless body. I felt light-headed and only semiconscious, oddly disconnected to what was going on beneath me. I thought at first that the whole experience was some sort of. I gently rubbed her nipple and she just let me even though it was obvious what I was doing. She was stood between my open legs and I put my hand on the front of her left thigh which was hidden by the tall bar. She didn't object and I rubbed over the front of her skirt. At that point she was served and I stopped even though it was below the level of the bar. My hand went straight back after he went to get the drinks and I pressed into the gap at the top of her legs. She said nothing and I worked. I loved reading and would live at the libraries on weekends just to read all kinds of different subject matter. My dad would always complain about how much trouble I could get into because of my curiosities. One Saturday, when I was 16, a good friend of mine and I rode our bikes ride downtown area to a good store that made the best chocolate floats. While sitting outside drinking our floats we decided to ride our bikes to the University and check out the babes sunbathing or jogging by the. And as I moved my hand down to wash the sand and salt out of my pubes and gash, I was wishing that it was her hand doing it. Or that my hand was doing that to her bush.She moved next to me, and we brushed against each other a few times as we washed our hair and bodies. Even though it should normally take only 2 minutes or so to do this, we both lingered. I did not want to leave her so soon, and she seemed to feel the same way.I turned my back to her to rinse my face, and I felt her hands on my.