Would I like to touch it? Would I! He released his swollen cock from his boxers and gave it a couple of slow strokes. I was absolutely hypnotised. He ...eckoned me over by patting the space next to him on the bed to which I slipped out of my bed and padded over to his. All this time I could still hear sounds coming from next door of mischief, the bed squeaking and banging, the regular gasping and moaning. When I climbed into his bed I was wearing a nighty and a pair of panties and my heart was. They knew how it would happen for them. The girl would snuggle back against her guy, pulling his arms around her, feeling his excitement grow against her. In the forest’s dim light they’d kiss, their hearts beating with the rapidity of the pre-recorded cricket chirps.That night they would ride no other ride, progressing further with every trip through the mountain, kissing becoming fondling, fondling becoming sucking, sucking becoming virginity lost. Each ride separated by a torturous wait in. It was all to be capped off with a big dinner and more drinks to finish off the weekend.It was after dinner that Paul and I found ourselves at a bar somewhere drinking with an old friend of his from uni called Keith. Sitting around the bar table on stools, the two middle-aged drunks were in hysterics recounting stories from their illustrious uni days and various early cases in their careers. Clearly, they were very good friends and their stories were somewhat amusing and entertaining. And I. He turned around and gave her a card with his address and room number on it. "If you go there tomorrow night at 9, I'll fuck you." Then he had her leave.Needless to say, she was there the next day.Seth continued fulfilling Barb's fantasies occasionally throughout the semester.Others were not nearly as extreme as Barb. Caroline was a girl who had a number of overlapping interests with Seth. Art and architecture from the middle ages were one area, so Seth happened to bring a book on the subject.