But, as they parked, she realized that she either had to walk home or go in with him, in which case she’d be more or less trapped there. To her imme...se surprise, when he found out she was going to walk, he said he’d take her back to the sorority house.“You don’t have to do that,” she said.“You shouldn’t be penalized just because you changed your mind,” he said.What Tracie found exceedingly odd was that, in the six minutes it took him to stop in front of the sorority house, and let her out, she. It was of a lightly woven cotton and hugged her narrow waist, rising to smoothly hold her smallish breasts, and with the guys hand pressed firmly to her side I could see the lacy top of her bra, which I thought was pink but wasn’t sure.My appreciation lowered to her legs then, her bare legs; firm and slender, slightly parted and with the short skirt falling away beneath, and I strained to see within the shadowed area between them, a hint of white almost visible.I must have been squinting. I. The sound of demand was belayed by the questioning tone, asking for my submission and consent. And Goddess, did I submit. My eyes fluttered closed as cool fingers stole gentle caresses from my thighs to my breasts. I stroked, pinched, toyed with the sensitive flesh. I moaned, quietly; knowing he could hear every pleasured gasp. Nathan whispered words of encouragement to me, easing me into that submission, teaching me to enjoy my body the way he was enjoying me. I was a good girl. He was. She gives me a real seductive look in those blue eyes of hers. She leans down to my face and just barely kisses my lips. I fucking hate that! She always plays this game of barely touching me. She makes up for it later, though. Her strawberry tasty lips just barely make contact with mine. I pull her face towards mine and we lock lips for real! She giggles, and darts her tongue into my mouth. As we play tonsil tennis, she almost makes me gag by getting her tongue near my throat. (She has a long.