A volleyball. Her name was Eliza, not Number 11, but she was the new girl and that's what it said on the back of the figure-revealing jersey she had t... keep wearing until the next game. That jersey was a beacon for ridicule for all knew what it implied. She had worn her long hair in a ponytail as far as she could remember, but since her first game on Monday, she used it to hide as much of her face as possible. Even through the dirty-blonde curtain, she knew all mocking eyes were on her. . I know, hard to believe, but yes, speechless. For once in my life I was without words. Even I couldn't believe it! She straddled me on the couch and began to kiss me again. This time even more passionately. The robe quickly became undone revealing her incredible body. Never have I seen such a goddess. I began to kiss down from her neck to between her breasts. Her head arched back as she grinded her hips closer towards me. Gently kissing over the top of the bra she pulled it back. My tongue. Is someone being beaten up in there?? Stephan's getting really nervous. He's always shied away from conflict let alone physical altercations. But he can't act like nothing's happening. He has to do something this time. Besides, this is his room. He forces open the door but what he spots inside the room is nothing like he expected.He sees two people on a bed. One of those is unmistakingly fucking the absolute shit out of the other. Currently tightly hugging her pillow is a blonde on all fours. Ana never saw her smoking as an addition or a problem, but she would often lose track of time. It wasn’t the worst thing in the world to be late. At least not until she learned a valuable lesson. It was a Wednesday afternoon during her Junior year in college and Ana was at her friend Megan's apartment. She had a few hours in between classes so she, Megan and other friends would often hang out, smoke pot, watch TV or whatever. Megan and Ana were sitting on a small couch talking about guys.