My room mate was a tall lanky guy by the name of Winston. He wanted to be on the basketball team, but his grades kept him off. I had just left the sh...wer and was making my way back to the dorm room, Winston came stumbling out of the stairway drunk as as drunk can be. Knowing that if he was caught drunk he would be expelled, I quickly helped him to our room. Getting him there took some maneuvering, Winston kept stumbling and falling and my towel kept slipping from around my waist. The only. I began to cry softly.Why was I crying? I kept thinking to myself. Why the fuck am I crying? That thought, badgering me over and over in my head before one last thought, you’re such a fag.It was too much for me. The day had been exhausting, and my emotions were shot. My being was raw, and I couldn’t let him kiss me. Not after what I had done, not after losing control of my lust and fucking Larry. Thinking to myself, you don’t deserve Thomas.“Shhh... It’s ok.” He’d repeat over and over as he. We moved to the bedroom then to enjoy more, we were sitting together, I came close to her and kissed her neck, she was really moaning in enjoyment and screaming ahh ohh and getting very hot, I was sucking her ear lobes and I was also feeling very hard in my jeans, I then kissed her on her lips and we went for a long smooch, our lips were locked with each other and we were enjoying each other very much, I just came down and kissed her cleavage, she was breathing heavily and me also, I removed. She unhooks my bra so eagerly, it was difficult to notice when her hands had wrapped around my body and found the hook. Impressed, I grin at her as she bends down on my breasts and puts one of my 36C tits in her small mouth.Her tongue works around my nipples and she artfully pinches one of them to make me gasp out loud. Cupping my breasts in her hands, she massaged and licked my nipples. I loved every inch of the attention she was giving to my jugs.“Yes, that’s lovely”, I murmur while genuinely.