All they want is a good fuck. Only a female could imagine all of the delightful traits of her sex and wish to package just one.) But I digress again. ...n the past I would have dropped my arm and let her "win" her battle of wills, but for some reason I was not going to allow it this time. My increasingly active lap-friend may have influenced me. Anyway, I tightened my grip on her hips and pulled her back against my shoulder. When I felt the resisting tension ease, I eased my grip. But my hand. Just in case I came back.On nearly my last night in my home town, I took out my old phone and powered it up. As soon as it was online it started chirping for both text messages and voice mails. I ignored all of them while I pressed the first speed dial I had programmed into my old phone.“Where are you, you bastard? And why aren’t you answering my calls and messages?”Damn, she managed to sound pissed off.“I just thought that you deserved one chance to explain, Karen.”“Explain? You know fucking. She handed me the soap and said, ”If you wash my back, I'll wash yours.”Thunder rolled in the distance as my hands massaged the lather into her back. Her arms hung at her sides and she softly moaned her approval. The water was cold but my body responded. My cock began to rise, pressing against her buttock. A flash of lightning and she pressed back against my throbbing member.Without thinking, I slipped my hand around her body, cupping her tiny breast. Her nipple stood proud against my palm. She. On the way back to Vicky's she observed that it was strange that she dresses like this and gets a guy, after a few dates and an argument or two about her covering up she ends up single again. I tell Vicky that I don't understand either, if you've got it flaunt it, has always been a good mantra. She definately has it and if she was on my arm I'd be flaunting her too. We were approaching Vickys dorm, getting on like ahouse on fire when she suggests that we really should go back to mine to keep.