Classes, homework, friends, you know." I put emphasis on the word "friends," crossing my arms. No doubt that she didn't have any of those."Right. I've...been having a blast here. It's really a great fit!" This conversation was faker than she was. Her stupid side bangs fell over her face as she smiled.We stood in silence and I turned to leave before she spoke up. "Hey, where are you headed?" To my room. I have a party to get ready for, so if you'll excuse me--" Jake Henshaw's party?" She cut me. His taught, muscly torso resplendent in the firelight. I just couldn’t help myself, as passion took over and a burning need rippled through my whole being, I started to kiss his neck, my hands exploring the body I had so lusted after for the past weeks. He was so broad and lean, his skin warmed from the glow of the fire. James moaned quietly as my mouth slowly travelled from his neck to his nipples, they felt like hard nuggets against the smoothness of his chest, and they hardened rapidly under. Watching her being eaten by her lover was all I needed to stay hard, and her hand stroking me was the proverbial icing on the cake. Then it was my turn, and she knew from my email exchanges that cunnilingus was one of my favorite words. I took her lover’s place between her legs and began to taste one of the sweetest and wettest pussies I could remember. My face was pressed up hard against her, my tongue deep between the luscious pink flesh, sucking on her prominent clit and feeling her wetness. Tommy stretched out in the shotgun, so I squeezed in next to Muireann.“So this was Heather’s idea?” I asked.“Aye.”“She’s a fashion coordinator now too? Why didn’t she choose Tommy’s and my clothes?” I joked.“Because you only have one outfit?” Lara retorted.I grinned sheepishly. “Oh yeah ... Honestly though, I think I’d still be wearing this even if I had remembered my bag. I don’t think I packed anything too decent. What is Heather wearing?”“She didn’t actually say. She just thought it would be.