As your eyes worked to make clear your control over me, your hand joined in as your strong fingers curled around my jaw and chin. Your fingers applied...pressure as you used your grip to draw my face closer to yours. My lips parted slightly in response as you pulled me closer and titled my chin upward. My neck strained slightly at the pressure before slacking as you removed your hand from my chin. My relapse did not last long as you replaced the pressure of your hand in the locks of my hair,. He didn't send me a birthday wish, the fuck. Well, we were both really busy in school, even though Tony complained a lot. He was getting a little depressing.Then, suddenly I realized Barbara and I were holding hands when we walked to class and kissing when we said goodnight. By Christmas we were lovers and I was giving and getting more sex than I thought possible. We switched things around when we got back for Winter Session and roomed together. We stayed that way until they kicked us out of. My smile must be working, she speaks to me again. ‘What are we working on?’ ‘Transition metals,’ I answer, shifting my notes across the table toward her. This catches a few eyes. I’m somewhat notorious for not sharing. She’s new though, so I make an exception. She leans in to read my small, meticulous hand-writing and I’m suddenly aware of her scent. Lavender and bubblegum. ‘Oh, I covered this already at Midlands,’ she says. Midlands. They’re St. John’s competition, academically and. Sucking and moaning. I can her the slight sounds of her slurping on her fingers. Her fingers moving in and out of her mouth and pussy in unison. Getting into a rhythm. Faster and faster. The sound of her moans escalate. Her hips bucking against her hand between her legs. I watch as she fucks herself with her fingers, in to a frenzy. At that moment, she removes her fingers from her mouth, grabs her nipple and squeezes. Her back arches, and she lets out a rather loud gasp and moan. Her body.