I want the moaning, I want the screaming. Oh god, I need my vibrator again.But damn it, it's been far too long since I've had a real woman's touch. An... I swear to god this weekend I'm going to do it. I've got plenty of time, and there's plenty of juicy pussies in this town. But just how am I going to do it?Well let me back up. Sorry, I got a little carried away there. My name is Christy; I'm a junior in college, studying to go into pharmacy school. I live in an apartment off campus with my two. ”“Yeah,” he smiled, “I thought I noticed you staring.”“Speaking of staring….” I smiled back, tracing his gaze into the cleavage inside my tiny bikini top.This hot man quickly changed the subject. "I hope you don’t mind me saying this, but those peaches you bought aren’t the best quality. Too soft and squishy."“You don’t like eating soft and squishy peaches?” I pouted.He ignored my comment – for now. “It’s just that I can show you a vendor who sells much better peaches than those.”He easily. She looked as though she’d recovered, and he took the chance of calling that Monday.“Independence United Methodist Church.”“This is David. You sounded much better, yesterday. Have you recovered, or was that a false dawn?”“You always identify yourself. And it’s never Dave. I think I’ve recovered. It was only a cold.”“One of those things which they describe as, ‘it’s not fatal; you only wish it were.’”“Pretty much.”“I wondered if you think you’ll be recovered enough next Sunday to go out for. Summer had already slipped her panties and bra on and stood there getting what she wanted to wear ready. As Summer decided, she turned to Krista. “Say, why don’t you go and get your shower and then we’ll go have a tour around campus and get to know the area before classes start.” “Yeah, I need a shower,” Krista said, knowing she needed to wash off some of the sexual rush that had evaded her. “I’ll be right her waiting on you.” Summer replied as she slipped on.