She hadn't really enjoyed it. Oh, it felt pretty good, but it was over too quickly. About the time things began to feel really good, the boy would gro...n, and that would be it. She didn't think there'd be anything like that.She hadn't looked to have a boyfriend. There was this one boy in school who was kind of cute, and they sat next to each other a couple of times a day. They talked, first it was just little things associated with class, but lately there'd been more personal things, what they. And at the end of the day, she got in her car and left the site without even saying goodbye to me, Emily or Grace.It felt strange entering the house alone, so used had I become to Clarissa coming home with me and doing our homework at the kitchen table. I dumped my bag on a chair and got myself a Coke from the fridge before sitting down, taking out my books and trying to decide which assignment was most pressing. I had it down to a choice between an English Literature essay, which I had wanted. After talking with Tim and Margaret, they said if my references were good we could negotiate.I went home and gave them three people to call. About a week later, Tim called me back to see if I was still interested in the room. I had kept looking that week, just in case it didn't work out. I had been talking to two other students who were looking for a third to share their apartment. It was cheaper but I'd be sharing a room with one of them. I told Tim my plight and he asked what price would work. “I think our little whore deserves some release now,” Bianca said, and stroked Cassie’s pussy. Being called a whore made Cassie even hotter. “You like being called by your real name, whore?” Savannah asked pinching and twisting her nipple. “Yes,” Cassie moaned. “I heard you also love cock,” Bianca said, taking the dildo Savannah had brought earlier and pushing it into Cassie’s mouth. “The whole school knows you slept with half the basketball team and that you give blow jobs in the boys’ locker.