‘Let’s get this over with.’ ‘Oh come on, I can’t be that bad.’ Laurel raised her eyebrows, and he laughed. ‘Your friend didn’t seem to...mind me so much…’ ‘Oh please, she likes anything that—wait, how did you know I’m Claire’s roommate?’ ‘I was at Johnny’s party. I made inquiries.’ ‘I—inquiries? About me? Why?’ ‘You looked pretty, and more importantly, too classy for Johnny’s frat. The dress you were wearing…’ He trailed off, looking at her almost hungrily. Laurel could feel herself blushing. I could feel myself getting hotter. Moss, again fondled my tits and teased my nipples with his thumb and forefinger before letting them rest, cupping me with those vast hands. My groans were squeals now, he was fucking me even harder. I wrapped my legs around his waist and felt my clit being rubbed franticly. “Moss, I’m going to fucking cum!” Moss's arms scooped underneath my back and he hoisted me upwards, still thrusting and filling my tight cunt. He lifted me like I was nothing and started. He’s gone for much longer than the time it takes to pour some wine. He’s standing in there, looking at my underwear on his floor. Maybe he’s intrigued. Hopefully he’s not totally disgusted and thinking I’m so lewd.When he’s back in the room, the tension between us drives me to guzzle my cup of wine. He says, “Trish, there’s one glass of wine left. I saved it for you.”I go back to the kitchen to pour the last of the wine. The kitchen floor is back to being a plain floor. My thong is nowhere in. We arranged to meet the next morning near the beaches and exchangedmobile numbers.I made it back to villa uneventfully and came across my parents stillsitting at the veranda. I told them where I had been and about my newfriend. My mother smiled."That should be fine, my dear, we had all arranged to go to the beachtomorrow, maybe you, Carwyn and your new friend can spend some timetogether," she said."Yes Mum that would be great," I answered diplomatically, knowing that Iwould do everything.