I usually ride upfront in Uber rides because I get car sick easily in the back.After fastening my seat belt we were off. The guy was older, maybe mid-...0s, white or Hispanic, and had a beard and mustache. I could tell he was gay from his voice and mannerisms, and from all the gay paraphernalia in his car, like the rainbow color and even the rainbow flag everywhere. Not to mention the sticker that said "Love is love."We drove a few blocks, and I was noticing the guy looking at me a lot, sometimes. I think I had somewhere around six months of time off in the fourteen years I went to school there.”“That is intense. Six months off in fourteen years? I can’t imagine that. We always had July and August off, along with a number of shorter breaks throughout the year. What were you studying, by the way?”“Oh, a number of things. There was the required stuff like math and physics, but also electives like engineering and theoretical physics. I spent my last two years there studying nothing but. "You would look much hotter." He told her and she smiled at that.This evening was a rare event for her to actually put makeup on. Never mind the fact that they were apparently running late and he had only given her two minutes to do it, she had held her ground and was able to put on her face in only ten minutes. Still too long for his liking, but she was proud of the fact that he kept staring at her face. She would look back at him and ask him, "What?" You just look great tonight! Very. His tongue began lapping at the back of her neck where her short hair didn't cover. She liked the tingles that it gave her up and down her spine, but it wasn't going to get her off. “You're an evil dog. You couldn't just finish me off could you?” The pleasure was dulling her mind and blurring her voice. She suspected that she would go to bed a particularly frustrated young woman. Lucky began to hump the air between her legs. The poor dog wasn't going to get anywhere today either. Angela wasn't.