He was the most socially awkward guy in the dorm. He had long greasy brown hair. His face was oily, and usually covered in rough stubble that never re...lly got to the point of being a proper beard. He was tall and thin, but not toned or muscular. He spoke in grunts and mumbles, mostly. He often wore the same clothes day after day until they smelled and were covered in food stains. He rarely came out of his room, though some of the girls in the dorm had reported late-night close encounters with. He sighed and walked back. He tried to talk, but somehow he just couldn’t find the words. She laughed as he tried to start and just gave up. She sniffed and looked at him. Michael suddenly remembered the image of her pulling her hand from her shorts, the look of absolute pleasure on her face. With that thought his cock, which had begun to shrink, resumed its growth until it pushed at his shorts enough to tent them. He sighed, turned and looked away from her. He couldn’t talk with that poking. She had to do some very quick work with her sewing machine to let out the dress she was wearing that evening. It still bulged in an unflattering manner. She had known that she was gaining weight, but the sweat pants and sweat shirts that she wore around the house had allowed her to deny how much weight she had gained. Over the past few months, she had taken to eating as a way of dealing with her frustrations.If they were going to go to a restaurant on his next visit, she was going to need some. "Hi yourself." Last night was the most amazing night of my life," Kyle told her.Paige ran her finger over his lips and grinned. "Yeah, I know." Confident aren't you," he said."With you, yes. I've never felt this way with anyone else, Kyle," she admitted. "Some of those things I never did before." It's you and I forever, Paige," he stated. "I knew that the moment I saw you on that ladder." Yes, we are," she replied. "I looked into your face after you caught me and knew you were the one to make.