For now, her experiences of the previous evening were relegated to the “miscellaneous file.” ... ** Two days passed without incident. It was now Tuesday evening and Michaela had been working late, finishing up a major project on “The abolition of slavery.” Clearing away her books and papers – she couldn’t bear waking up to a messy room. Here is my resume for your boss. I figure we will see each other again when we meet at your office before my interview. Until then…” She pulled my head to her and we kissed passionately again. But this time her hand slowly rubbed my hardening member. She broke the kiss, still holding me and leaned back into the seat and looked deeply into my eyes. “I guess you are really attracted to me, as I am to you. I will go now and we will take this up another time.” With that she turned away, jumped out. I moan quietly, and the mouth descends over me until the tip is in the throat. I resist the urge to grip my fellationist’s head, the uncertainty is exciting, swelling my glans. “Who’s sucking me?” I ask rhetorically. “How can I tell?”New sensations fill me as the unknown mouth grips in spasms, squeezing me hard between tongue and roof of mouth. A hand slips between my thighs, and rubs against my perineum. The feeling is intense, I groan, getting close, wanting to hold off. Other hands push me. .Then Marilyn felt a slight throb and swelling in her panties. Itreminded her that once, she was like that guy that tried to pick her upjust now. But that seemed so long ago.The ringing of the bell brought Marilyn back to her senses. Sherealized that she needed to get a move on to the locker room. Afterall, she had gym coming up. Even though she had permission to take hertime getting out to class, it did always annoy her when she was late toany class. She scrambled into the locker room.