I had woken up at 4:30 in the freaking morning because there were so many questions that kept nagging at me. That and remembering her first soft kiss ...ad turned me on. In fact remembering it now instantly made my pants tight as my hard on pushed on my pants. I had decided seeing how I woke up freaking early to go over my homework and to write a note to Amanda about yesterday. Mainly I had written that I really enjoyed last night and say that I was sorry that I had pretty much frozen when she. " Glancing up at the other man, he said, "Keep an eye on your friend."Mara stood up when Wade did and followed him off to the side a bit. Wade leaned in and said, "I'm going to see if I can find a couple of poles. We're going to have to improvise a stretcher and carry him back to camp. Can you dig my jeans and my jacket out of the pack?" Sure."Wade looked over at the two men and muttered, "Numbskulls," before heading off into the trees, scanning the ground beneath the canopy for suitable. “You look like a whore, do you feel like a whore?” Strangely, I did. I felt like a whore in a hotel room with my John and I felt like I had been drugged with an aphrodisiac. Mike later explained that he had told me that I would feel that way. What I do know is it made me feel like I wanted to fuck. That was the word going through my head. I had never used that word before, but it felt natural. I said “Mister. You want to fuck me?” When I think about it, I can’t believe I said that. I did. However, there were days when I wanted to have a little fun. With just a few clicks, my computer transformed into a pornographic parade of men sucking and fucking each other. By the time Brandon returned, however, the only hard thing in the room was my math homework. One day, I was alone in our dorm room and started to feel horny. I thought of watching some porn when I caught a glimpse of a pair of Brandon's plaid cotton boxers resting on the top of his hamper. I knew he wouldn't be back.