He took me by the hand and led me onto the crowded dance floor. Powerful arms circled me, pulling me close. My fingers wrapped around his broad should...rs. Large hands guided me into the firm contours of his body. He held my hips and lined his pelvis against my own. My pulse leaped as my nipples slid over his silk-covered chest. He wore an expensive musky cologne. A woodsy scent. He smells so good. It made me light-headed. I wanted to bury my nose against his neck to breathe him in until. I gently run my index finger along your moistening vagina and can feel your clitoris pushing out. You begin to moan and I slowly pull back from your arms. I continue to move my fingers around below while at the same time I bend to flick my tongue across your nipples. After sucking on them for a moment, I begin to run my tongue lightly across your chest and stomach, tickling the tiny hairs on your skin. Slowly, slowly I work my way down. You are becoming increasingly excited. I pull my hand away. 38 special and a box of shells. "This is a piece I haven't had time to turn in yet. It should do for right now."I thanked him as he once again turned to leave. "Thanks, I'll bring it back when I get mine back."Wearily I climbed the stairs. The girl or as I could see now, young lady victim, thanked me for saving her. She said the toughs had told her they wouldn't kill her if she didn't fight but she felt they were going to kill her anyway. I told her that I was glad to have been able to help and. One thing I should mention again: my refusal of vaginal penetration, even if they would wear a rubber. I also refused to be submissive for any price. Some of them were quite disappointed that they couldn’t spank me. After all, I was a very bad girl and I deserved to get my ass whacked really hard. Well, too bad, I wouldn’t do it. Actually, I might have done it for some ridiculously high price, but none of them had enough money for that.***By the beginning of the second freshmen semester in.