Today, her skirt was shorter than ever and, if my eyes don't deceive me, the bounce of her pert titties showed she's wasn't wearing a bra."Fuck me," s...id Billy, my very best friend. "Wouldn't you like to get your hands on her?" Fat chance," I sighed. "I got my face slapped last time I tried to grab a handful."My mind went back to last winter when I had escorted her to the New Year's ball. She was all sweetness and light until my hand cupped one of those fucking fantastic tits of hers then all. 7 GPA … she was much smarter than I was. It was into our third month of dating before she invited me up to her dorm room. It was after a movie date, and her roommate Sandy was conveniently spending the night with another friend. It all happened so easily, without any fanfare, or much nervousness on her part. The nerves were all on my part, with some amount of performance anxiety—if it went that far. On her front stoop, I leaned in for our customary goodnight kiss, but before I got to my eighty. I shall endeavor to answer you promptly. Best regards, Tommy ***** The two exchanged letters on a regular basis for months. Tommy wrote several times a week, and Diane answered each one immediately. At times, they had two or three different letters and responses going at once, due to the slow travel of international mail. Two weeks passed since Tommy’s last letter. Diane waited for the postman every day. Today was no different. Nothing but things involving the doctor’s work. She took the mail. I wonder if he has any idea what I was just doing in here? she giggles to herself. Suddenly, she gets an inspiration. She opens the door again, just a crack and just in time to hear the muffled sound of the toilet flushing. I shouldn’t be doing this, she thinks, but I’m going to anyway! Standing in the open doorway, she watches the bathroom door open and the young stud step out into the hall again. “Psst! Psst!” she calls out. Catching his attention, she opens the bedroom door wide and motions.