He knew where to focus...he knew my pleasure hot spots ...well basically as well as I knew them myself...a girl can ask no more...I needed no more...I...was overtaken by pussy happiness...consumed in my own seeping moisture mixed with his added tongue wetness. I was addicted to my clits imploring need for attention and it was getting it share. Then more than its fair share. Oh fuck it was all me... my clit...my clit...my beautiful clit...imploding and exploding as the knowledgeable prick was. ."Can you lick your lips for me?" I said, semi-embarrassed of my fetish. She knew of it. After a few seconds, she quickly licked them."Slowly..." I said, increasingly hornier, as my penis got hard.And she did, began my lust for the woman I called, Fancy.She would send me pictures of her lips every so often. One day on campus, I felt a vibration in my pants pocket."Snapchat: From miss_fancy."I opened the message. It was a close up of her red glossed lips with some of her cleavage showing as. While I was wolfing those chili dogs and burgers down like a starved-to-death, uncivilized barbarian, in walked Jennifer with Mr. Rich Law Student asshole and another snotty couple. They stopped at our table and Mr. Asshole made a snide comment I did not like about my tray, packed with greasy food.I said to him, “You better move on you wimpy asshole or I will ram this chili dog up your sissy ass!” And I meant it and really wanted to do it!He turned white as a sheet, stiffened up and couldn’t. White." Hillary greeted me when I walked in, and it was all I could do to not stand there staring at her; God, was she beautiful.It was Tuesday morning of the second week our working together that I realized I was in trouble. I'd deluded myself when I though I could get over my crush. I couldn't stop thinking about Hillary! Every time I was near her I couldn't take my eyes off of her. Twice I caught myself getting aroused as I sat at my desk actively daydreaming about her. It wasn't just her.