All I could hear was my breathing. All I could feel was the sexual tension that engulfed my body.‘In thirty minutes’, I thought. ‘In thirty minu...es I will be there.’I stood outside Craigs house listening to the sound of the night traffic rushing by. I rang the bell and waited. A minute passed and there was no answer. I rang the bell again. When eventually the door opened, Craig beckoned me into the dimly lit hallway. ‘Hi mate’ he said. ‘I thought you’d never get here. I’m so fuckin horned up.’. There was no sign of any security cameras. The Savoy was an old hotel and hadn't been upgraded I guess. In our town and that area it really wasn't required. I saw that there was an elevator and stairs to get to the rooms. That would work out great. I'd check in Saturday afternoon, then we could park in the garage and go directly up to the room without going through the lobby. If it looked busy we could use the stairs.Item five, check. So far, so good.Unless I was forgetting something else, my. If they knew just how much you were hurting to bend them over the nearest desk and fuck them raw, you doubt they would still find themselves comfortable in your company. You can't really blame them, honestly.Senior year in high school has been extremely hard for you, as you haven't had a taste of the female gender for over three years. It had been quite catastrophic, because that bitch you had been with had almost ruined your reputation. You had struggled for a while, dealing with a lot of. She had her new Gucci prescription sunglasses pushed up on her head and gold studs in her ears with her Rolex watch worn loosely on her wrist. Although she still did not wear make-up to work, she had become quite adept at applying make-up for the evenings and a lighter touch for this afternoon. I could not have been prouder of her if she had been elected the first woman president.I was going back to the university the next week and was worried about Mom. Mr. Right had not come along, so we have.