Clearly, she is building up to something. She moves her head towards my left ear, I feel her salty wet tongue, she gently nibbles my earlobe and whisp...rs, "Back of the cinema - in three minutes," and leaves. I follow her lead, reaching the top of the aisle I notice her coming out of the ladies. She beckons me and I follow her in. she moves quickly to a cubicle and steps inside, I follow her in and lock the door. Our mouths meet, tongues searching deep into each other. I lift her jumper. In her eyes I was not a mere freshman, I was a sex machine. After school she would come to my house and we would have sex three or four times and in different positions. By Christmas we had attempted every position in the book at least once. Then I started getting invited to parties.Judy, Brie, and Nina would be up in a bedroom with an endless line of cocks waiting to cum in them. They had reputations for being easy, a sure thing, and being tramps. They looked at it as being popular and social. That left more than enough time to get her penthouse apartment in order. To clear the floor of last night's solo songwriting session, to put all the music magazines in piles, to get dressed, and to steel herself for what was to come later. There's always a re-adjustment period when you see someone you've been separated from for any stretch of time, a second meeting of a friend, almost. And it had been a long time.Having made the apartment at least hospitable enough not to be hazardous, Kazuri. We hadn't been hanging around very long, just a semester or so but our personalities matched up and we started handing around all the time.She told me she had made out with a girl before, but I didn't judge because so had I. I had no feelings for her and didn't worry about the possibility of her liking me. "I wish I had your chest, Ashley" she sighed."Why mine?" I wondered."They're big, unlike mine. Boys like big boobs," she replied."Don't wish that, you have a wonderful body and any boy would.