She ran the Women's Co-op, though today she was making tea on the stove in the Common Room instead of pouring over her ledgers. "You've never told us ... Christmas story, Kalliste. Do you know any?"Kalliste Periakes looked up from her side of the loom. She was a slender woman of indeterminate age with long cascading black hair and a thin face dominated by large eyes. Everyone in the Co-op knew she was a graduate student in Archaeology at nearby Northwestern University. A few knew that she had. After a couple of minute her hands were on my bulge over my shorts and underwear. In the mean time I was moving my hands from her shoulder towards her breasts. She Started pulling my shorts down along with my underwear and as she was moving it down her mouth touched my bulge, which was standing like an iron rod. She stood up and was looking at my rod with her mouth slightly apart. I stepped out of my short and underwear and sat back on the bed. Now it was my turn to see her.She let my cock go. ...telling you i want to feel you humpingit like the little DOG bitch you are..... Feeling you starting to humpmy leg without hesitation?.moaning as you begin to grind your clit on me. Feeling my balls aching to empty in my little bitches hot little mouth, steppingback withdrawing my cock. Smiling to myself as I watch the absolute desperationand desire in your eyes?.silently pleading with me to return my cock to yourmouth and my shin between your legs. ?Lower your head bitch" I order. If Barbie was mousy, I mean. Darla and I had been roommates in the freshman dorm our first year and so we'd become friends, cause it's hard to live a dozen feet away from someone for a full year and not be friends.I had other friends too, but Darla was my best one, and so we'd roomed together our sophomore year too. Now we were going on two years in our apartment together. I liked it, and not just the little bit more freedom we had living off campus, but also the fact that we could have guys.