“Oh, god, Emira,” the redhead said first, looking back to her lover without moving.I glanced back the way I came, ready to leave should they start...looking around.“Okay, put in my ass,” I heard, quickly looking back. The brunette had a wide smile on her face, teasing the redhead with her fingers. I could see her impressive erection extending up from between the redhead’s pale ass.I stopped breathing. I knew the brunette’s name and this knowledge added to the weight that grew in my gut.Emira.Her. Besides, Katy likes them. They singled me out to her, she says. "Emily, you're--funky!" she told me when we met, doing some silly clubster gesture with her hands. She thinks I should get more. ** My earliest class is half past noon. I had a morning Comp class, but I complained to the professor I was bored and out of their league. Kind of a high school-issue gripe, I know, but he asked me if I'd like to move into the Contemporary American Lit class instead. A 312, pretty steep learning curve. She thought she was about over him when she all of a sudden had a bad day. She had been stressed out at work and her home life lately had pushed her to her breaking point. In the past she always handled these problems, but this time she just couldn’t. She needed a stress reliever more than ever and the thought of Brad’s cock inside her started to consume her mind. On that same bad day Brad again that morning tried to make another advance on Jill. She gave him the same answer she had given him. He pulled back my hair and continued to inspect me, his finger touching and tracing around my lips and clit, darting in and out of me. I could feel the hardness of his erection against the small of my back. I wanted to speak but at best could only manage a groan. Even now, after all this time, that moment makes my stomach flutter and me completely wet and squirming. I’m not sure how long it was before I led him to the lounge. He seized on a chair that we had at the time which he gently.