You’re going to join us right?’ Oh… Sara would have to give her imagination a beating sooner or later… Sara stared at her watch. Ten PM. Sara�...�s bedtime was no later than eleven… ‘Yes we will,’ Jenna answered. ‘Great.’ Kyle landed his hand on Sara’s shoulder and gave it a gentle pat. ‘You remember me right?’ Sara shook her head and Kyle laughed. ‘I was the fat kid from Miss Ferginson’s class.’ Miss Ferginson… second grade, Dinklestein Elementary. Fatty fat fat Kyle? ‘Really?’ No way. Sara. I can remember reaching behind and taking hold of him and he felt big, but somehow instinctively, I sensed he should be between my legs and I tried to pull him in, but he just wanted to do it this way.He would run his hand over my chest but it was flat and without feeling for me, but for him it seemed to remind him of what he was trying to fuck, then suddenly he would call out, 'I'm cumming, I'm cumming', and this was my signal to bend forward, stretching my buttocks, and he would glide. Thankfully no one had grown curious enough, or have enough resolve to go to the boys common room to check out what was going on. This did not, however, mean that a lot of the students in the dorm hadnt awoken and grown curious, their minds filling in the blanks. Who was it that was being made subject to such treatment? They would wonder but they dare not try and find out. Besides — their imaginations had many dream girls to work from and odder, still most of the students secretly thought,. Yes, she knew he wanted her - he always did. She knew that his cock was already half-stiff with the thought of how he would have her later. Perhaps gently and lovingly... but more than likely not. That is, not if things went as they had hoped this evening. Her right leg swung open and closed to the rhythm of the music as her own anxious energy sought a place to escape. Rick reached across the table for her well-formed hands, as if to anchor her, and took each one into his own. Slowly he smiled.