I guess it's not such a big deal now as my wife and I are divorced." I know. God, how many times we talked about what to do about Rachel." sighed Susa...."Yeah. I hated to act the way I did, but she really left me no choice." You know, Whit ... I didn't blame you in the end. You were so kind to me about the whole thing." I wasn't the only victim of your roommate's behavior," said Whit."Yeah." she said with a deep breath, before continuing. "Jim told me about your girl, Whit. I'm so sorry!" Thanks. We made plans to hang out at my house, which pleased my father no end to finally hear I was with a girl. Little did he knowwhat we were to get up to. Amy called round at four, she had her long black hair tied back and was sporting a pink t-shirt barely holding in her heaving chest and a pleated black skirt. A very cutsy outfit in comparison to the more rock chick ensemble she had on the previous night. We made our way up to my room and locked the door behind us for privacy.We sat awkwardly on. You had a handful of my left buttock – and with that, and the hard strength of you in my hand combining with the distinctively male smell of it, I could feel my own arousal renewing. I so wanted to turn around and to remove your cock from the confines of your trousers, I wanted so desperately to lap the head like an ice-cream cone, sliding my other hand under your balls to gently cup and weigh them, to lick up and down the shaft following it each time with my hand, and then to slide my lips. He put his thumbs down my waistband and pulled my shorts and briefs down to my knees, freeing my cock from their confines. I fumbled anxiously at his belt before undoing the button of his trousers and unzipping the fly. We broke our kiss, taking a moment to examine and admire each other and then stepped out of our pants. He took me by both hands and guided me back down onto the blanket where we reengaged our mouths. I sat down in his lap, straddling him as we kissed, his hands all over my.