Show Me your cunt or fuck off” She wrenched up her skirt, long tanned legs, no panties and no hair. Bald, smooth. “Well thank you” I drawled. ...“Hey Mike” I yelled “I need the keys to out the back room” Mike the barman flicked them from behind the bar. “ Get going, that way” I directed her. I could smell her, she was afraid, that’s good. She had that mild sweaty, wet iron smell to her. But underlying that was the scent of her excitement. Small beads of sweat were on her upper lips, on. They only agreed to my going to school there if i stayed with my aunt sheetal, who lived within a few blocks of the college.Sheetal was only ten years older than me but had a master’s degree in library science with a minor in economics. Mom and dad approved of her highly and felt that she, despite being only 28, would be a fit guardian for their sweet little virgin daughter. How little they knew… I arrived at aunt sheetal’s house in june, two and a half months before my freshman classes were to. It was the first time she’d woken up before Grandpa and, hoping that he might kiss her, she’d sneaked out of bed to brush her teeth. Seeing herself in the mirror, she’d brushed her hair vigorously, hoping her curls would magically disappear. They hadn’t, but at least they were soft curls, not tight ones.Back in bed, at first, she’d thought Grandpa was asleep when he’d gently explored her breast. Rachael grinned. He’d almost convinced her until he started teasing her nipple. Then she knew he was. As quickly as the attendant started he stopped and sat back on his stool. He looked up and said that Michelle had not cleaned Jack up enough. Jack asked him if he was into guys. The attendant said that he really wasn't, but he did not know how someone could not be attracted to a guy as gorgeous and big as Jack. Jack stepped across the hall into the first shower. He choose this shower as the attendant would have a clear view of him showering. Jack took his time lathering himself and made sure.