They'd arranged to join one another at noon one or two days a week — "girl time", they called it. Today, Sigrid was missing.As they went through the...cafeteria line, Anne noticed a woman sitting alone at a table."Isn't that Louise Whatsername?" she asked Mary. "You know, from North College?" Yeah, I think so. It's not the same Louise we knew — at least from her looks. Something's happened for her. She's looking good."Louise had, even on her better days, never been a fashion plate. Her clothes. I had to admit, I was certainly intrigued. But I didn't have to wait long.That very evening, when I got home from school, I was greeted with a sight I will never forget. There, standing in the middle of the kitchen, completely naked, stood Dee; her eyes cast submissively downward, her hands by her sides. The nipple clamps adorned her heavy breasts, and from her posture, I guessed (correctly) that the butt plug was inserted in her pretty ass. Brenda had made a "sexual presentation" of her friend. ."Everyone laughed. Jackie realized how condescending the conversation was to her, but she laughed along weakly anyhow."If they only knew the half of it... " Blake added, then stopped coyly. It was the first time he spoke to her this evening. Jackie blushed despite herself.He was attractive in person. Metrosexual was a pop-culture phrase that Jackie hesitated to use, but given their surroundings, it seemed appropriate. He dressed beautifully. He didn't seem to much care to define himself as. I slowly moved on top of her pinning her hands over her head and wiggled until my cock was at the entrance of her pussy. When I felt the wetness of her pussy, I pushed slightly sliding my cock inside her slowly, Ashley gasped and gripped my hands tighter. I began to rhythmically push into and out of her, building in depth and speed with every stroke. Her pussy got wetter with every stroke and I could feel her energy building, her body trembling. Finely I let go of her hands and pulled her legs.