She went through boyfriends at an alarming rate. Throughout our first year in college, I tried to build up the courage to ask her out, but was afraid ...f the rejection. She was turning into my best friend and that was more important to me. After a long summer apart, we came back together for our sophomore year. The friendship picked up where we left it and grew deeper as she confided in me about her boyfriend issues. She wanted someone who cared for her, not just her body. She wanted someone who. "Oh fuck." I feasted my eyes. She leaned forward and I took a nipple in my mouth. She shuddered and put her hands in my hair."Oh Dan, I'm going to make you scream."She disengaged her nipple and her bare feet padded on the carpet as she positioned herself to my left. Tap tap tap, I felt the cane on my bare buttocks. Tap tap tap. She rested it lightly on my unblemished skin. It was cool and hard."A dozen I think," she murmured. Swish swick!A line of fire across my arse. I gasped, crazily thinking. Me: Slap that firm ass for me Carla.Her: Smack, mmm that feels good, my pussy is getting so wet, I can feel it wetting my thong…can I take my tights all the way off?Me: Yes, Carla baby, take off your tights and turn around…see how wet your thong is… tel me what you see. Her: (sighing) Oh it looks so hot, the crotch is soaked, I’m humping my hips, and punching the air with my cunt so it looks so hot. Me: Oh yes, your sweet juices are flowing now. Pull up on your thong sweetie, pull it up into. I have a terrible habit of spending hours browsing the content until I can decide on something to whatch. When I was still looking, I got a message on my cell phone. It was from Emily's, a girl that I met in my last year of high school and with whom I thought I had a chance, but I never confessed to her, and she moved to another city, leaving my hopes dead. We still talk from time to time. I exchanged a few messages with her in which she sent me a picture of her. I was a fool for not having.