You see, we were the class geeks. Always had been. We were all short, skinny and wore glasses or contacts. Our grades were our only socially redeeming...feature. The only reason any of the jocks would even talk to us was because they needed our brains to get through the courses needed to stay on the teams. We each made a nice little wad of side money keeping them out of trouble.We parked at our favorite dive shack, got our tanks filled, rented a boat and donned our shortie wet suits, jumped in. All the while, she kept fingering herself, cumming time and time again. When my hands reached to far or came to close to her pussy, she would shoot me glaring looks, warning me not to reach an inch farther. Then before I knew it, cum squirted from her pussy, leaving a trail down my shirt. Enough was enough. I pushed her skirt up her legs, and placing one hand on each of her thighs, pressed them apart giving me clear access to what I really wanted. Then moving my chair forward, I pressed my. Three quick strokes, andhe shoots his load into the jar.I set the jar down under the desk, tuck him in with the cum stilldripping out of his cock before he opens his eyes. I then stand up.I lick my lips, and smile at him, as he zips his pants. I turn to thedesk to grab the cash, and he asks, "Hey, didn't Adam Reynolds orderthis?"I smile and nod. "I thought so, I was 1/2 way to his apartment beforeI looked at the address. Is he here?" Yes, but I have him tied naked, to my bed right now, as soon. I feel that it's just right so I undo my robe and let it fall to the floor. I step into the bath and sit down, letting the warm water and the bubbles encircle my body. I lay back and lean against the back wall of the tub, smelling the candles and letting the soft sounds of "Sexual Healing" put me at ease as the worries of my day melt into the water. I reach for my sponge and let the warm water soak into it and then squeeze the water out over my body. Letting the warm water caress my full.