I tried to avert my eyes, but I couldn't help but follow his chiseled chest down to where his abs met his shorts. Fuck he was sexy. He just grinned at...me and said, "Good morning, Liz. Did you sleep well?" Uhm, I slept okay," I stammered. In my head, I chastised myself. Come on, Elizabeth, get it together. Don't act like some love-struck teenager. He came up beside me to pour some coffee. He smelled masculine, a mixture of sweat and pheromones, a faint musky odor. My body reacted to him. My. I mean, this was something that was between the two of us, right? On the other hand, what guy wouldn’t want his girl to be boasting about his abilities in bed? It’s a hell of a lot better than the other way around, right? I couldn’t have put the phone down if I wanted to. Grateful for the mute button, my own breathing had become considerably deeper and aroused. My cock was rock hard and straining against my jeans. I stroked the outline that pushed the zipper upwards as I lay upon my back on the. Dad said if I ever got married, she would have the shape of a radio tube. I was much in to electronic. I had an amateur radio license before I got my drivers license.In my junior year, I was one of three A/V set up persons. (Audio-Visual) You know, before VCRs, digital TVs and network classrooms. We would set up and run sound equipment or set up and run movie projectors for teachers. I must have watched "Tale of Two Cities" a 100 times. Boring.Each winter, the school held an Amateur Night where. Reminds me of semen.” And then she added with her head turned thoughtfully towards the ceiling “Colder though and of course less viscous.” “Excuse me,” I blurted and leaned in to her and whispered, “Did you say semen?” She put her lips to my ear and said, “Yes, I did. I told you I like things dirty. Come, follow me.” Mindlessly, I started after her weaving through the crowd and trying to see where she was taking us. My cock started to swell as I looked at her ass sway in the tight black skirt.