"What the hell do you think your doing?"Julie yelled as she pushed him away from her,"I thought I was giving you pleasure" Well I'm not in the mood so...stop" Your body thinks differently, look come on honey..." Just fuck off Jake, I've told you no"Jake looked in disgust and incomprehension at his wife, 'what the hell was wrong with her' he thought 'for the past two weeks she'd been refusing his advances'"Honey is there something wrong, have I done anything to upset you" Just forget it" I can't. Several pairs of eyes noticed her entrance. She smiled and winked, sashaying to the bar.She leaned forward and held up a finger. "White Russian." The bartender nodded and reached for a mid-range bottle of vodka. Susan surveyed the bar, looking for whom she was going to take home tonight. She never had any trouble picking up a guy and it made her confident, even cocky.Susan had finished her drink and ordered another when she heard a clear, but an accented male voice cut through the din. "Cat!. I majored in Computer Science, a very demanding discipline and I used masturbation to deal with the stress of the curriculum. One day-I'm guessing it was my sophomore year-I observed another girl-blonde, like me-in my philosophy class getting off! It was incredible! I'm no prude, but while I had felt the crotch of my jeans against my clit before, it had never occurred to me to carry it to completion! She sat in the front row (she had balls! LOL!) with one leg crossed over the other, and. She now knew what she had to do. ***When Mike walked in the door, he was surprised that she didn’t meet him, as was the norm. He was about to call for her when she heard a sound coming from her room. As he got closer, he could tell that she was moaning, loudly. “Stacey?” He called out from the hallway. When she didn’t answer, he continued to her door, which was partially open. “Stac…”He looked in the door and saw her reflection in her dresser mirror. She was lying on her bed, wearing one of his.