Blond, brown eyes, a quick smile, and a curvy shape with at least C cup breasts, maybe a 34 C. She smelled like Gardenias. I liked her at once. Mom, D...d, this is Kara Richards. Jake introduced her. Welcome to Missouri darling. I said, my southern roots showing in the darling. I hugged her, the girl hug, and her breasts rubbed against mine. I thought of Sheila and how she liked to play with my breasts. Thank you for letting us come out, maam. She was perfect for him. Always the reserved senior. I noticed that one of the staff members from the hotel, Thomas, I later learned his name was, always seemed to be hanging around whenever I went topless pretending to be busy with some cleaning or something like that nearby and he was always checking me out!Thomas was in his early 20s and typical Jamaican guy. I know the stereotype of black guys having huge cocks is not always true but from the good sized bulge in his uniform shorts I could see he was well hung.My partner had noticed him. We went Christmas shopping, to the movies, to get coffee-whatever we could do to stay occupied. By the time we returned to campus late Sunday night, we were both exhausted.Sunday night was also the first night we'd slept in separate beds since we left campus. As tired as I was, I tossed and turned most of the night, my bed cold and empty. The closeness and intimacy I had enjoyed the past few days was gone. I was left with a hole in my heart. I was falling deeper and deeper into an abyss and I. I smiled, and got a little bit closer. “That’s it. Was it that hard?” It was almost surreal how that grown and elegant man acted in front of me, the daughter of one of his friends. “Answer me.”“Y-yes… I mean, no.” He was clearly nervous.I rubbed my shoulder, turning around.“Be good and give me a quick massage, would you, Adam?” He didn’t respond, but I smiled when he started doing it. He was very gentle, almost as if was an honour for him to touch me. My pussy started to wet, and when I turned.