In time, thoughts no longer satisfied me; I needed to actually taste a cock. So, I search for gay cruising spots in my local area and find one not too...far away, in a disused public loo. I headed down there at the stated time, around 9PM, to try and get some action. I entered the toilets; three stalls, all empty, with a banks of urinals opposite. Two small sinks by the entrance completed the furnishings. Upon investigation, I found two holes, around four inches in diameter, cut into the stall. Is she watching me move her body, freaked out or terrified? Does it feel like a dream to her? Is she unable to sense anything because I'm in control? Well, if she starts talking to me, like a second voice in my head, I'll ask her.I searched through her memory, and almost groaned out loud again. She had a boyfriend. Her parents didn't like him, and I could see why. He was the prototypical "bad boy." He rode a motorcycle at seventeen, smoked, and had wavy black hair that just kept falling in his. The way her tongue and lips slid over me together felt so good. The wetness of her mouth felt amazing as she sucked down my penis. She was a master and i knew if she continued i wouldn't be able to last, so i told her to get on top and ride me. She quickly jumped on top of me and positioned herself over my throbbing cock. It took a few tries to finally get myself inside her. For being such a cock sucking slut i was surprised to see her pussy was still very tight. She moaned "Oh God!" as she. .. I was going to stop today?" Shellie's green eyes were wide with dread.Carla started stroking lightly where her hand still rested on her roommate's breast, calming Shellie with her best bedside manner. "It's okay, it's okay, I know what to do... Don't worry, I can take care of it. We can do your treatment right here at home, you won't have to go to Emergency, nobody has to know."Shellie sighed with relief. "Really?" It never occurred to her to wonder how Carla had known about the hormone.