"Just a guy who said he was with a messenger service."She put it out of her mind and hurried back to her classroom for her next class.Before she board...d the train to go home she went into the station restroom and opened up her suit jacket, rolled the waist band of her skirt up two turns to show a little more leg, and then closed the jacket. She would see if a little more leg got her a little more attention. As she left the restroom she saw male eyes on her and she wondered if one of the men was. I moved to my bed and into my second pair of panties that were quickly becoming too wet to wear as well. But the alcohol was lulling me to sleep. I did not make it to number three. I heard the door, but it wasnt until someone had knocked over something and it shattered on the floor that I woke. They were loud. Damn, Garrett is not as light as I thought. The girl was obviously having problems carrying him. Hey, muscle weighs . . . Garretts speech was slurred and faded. Yeah, we know. Lets just. It wasn’t from fright but from a sudden burst of excitement. Oh my, I couldn’t let this go on!“Jack, that’s the wine talking. You drank way too much, and you really don’t know what you’re saying,” I said in trying to cool the moment.“I know exactly what I am saying, Susan. Now, stand up!” He ordered.When I tried to stand up, my legs turned to Jell-o, and I fell back to the bed. Jack reached down and took my hand and pulled me to him. His arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer still. His. I was a nervous wreck the rest of the day. I met Brian in the school cafteria, he acted normal, even though I think I was the one looking for anything out of the ordinary. He asked when was the last time Ive had sex, that he's never been with anyone that tight before. I explained that I havent been with anyone for a couple of years. He wanted to know if Ive ever used dildos, that it might be a good way to stretch my puss out alittle to accomidate him. I was so embarrassed, Ive never used a.