That got her off the seat and walking, and she was still wondering about that shift of faith when she trotted up the steps into the halls of residence... and into the lift. The corridor was busy with people moving luggage around after the holidays, catching up with friends they'd not seen in a few weeks, and her attention was filled with navigating the cramped corridor until she reached Yvonne's door.She knocked twice, and the door swung open, apparently not on the latch. The room stank of sweat,. I heard another soft intake of air from her in my earpiece."Are you masturbating?" she asked."Well I'm not knitting a sweater," I responded."Neither am I," she responded in between sips of air.In my mind's eye, I could see this stunning teenager spread eagle on her bed with her fingers inside her. Then another idea came to me."Can you feel my fingers slipping inside of you?" I asked."Oh yes," she responded in a breathy voice. "Can you feel my hand around your pole?" Yes, and it feels great," I. It jumps when he feels nothing stopping him from entering her wetness.“I’ve been waiting,” she sighs. “And I love this private view.”The boy’s digits slip quickly inside her slippery folds as she parts her legs just a little. He twists them around and works his thumb over her clit. Candace gasps into his mouth. He presses in and out of her sticky wetness as she rolls her hips with him. Slowly, she transforms. Her hands claw at the waistband of his shorts in desperation of release. He helps her. I worked down to her skirt and unfastened the button holding it in place. I then pulled the strap back to remove the skirt and laid it on the chair with her shirt. I turned back to her and leaned down as I brushed my hair aside and began to kiss her stomach. I didn't end there but continued down to the edge of her panties. I had moved my hands up over her breasts and neck as my tongue slipped southward; therefore, the pressure from my tongue on her panties drove her to cry out with more.