I really hoped that she wasn't too homesick in her first week at Reading, but I knew from my own experience the previous year just how frantically bus..., yet incredibly lonely, the initial few days at University could be. I remembered how good it had been to get a letter from home, telling me by its very arrival that I wasn't forgotten.I wondered if Jen would manage to meet a nice lad that week, as all the Freshers trooped around Reading together to explore their new surroundings. I wasn't sure. You would turn to look at me and just stare at me, not being able to catch your breath, seeing me dressed up like that, looking gorgeous and sexy for you. I would walk over to you, keeping eye contact and climb on the bed next to you, lying next to you. We would kiss until we felt breathless and dizzy, and I move to sit on you. We can kiss and touch still, but I can feel your hardness underneath me, and you can see my big, dark nipples through the lace. You can lean forward and lick and nip at. We went to the first toy store, 8th Avenue Video. It was about 11pm and there was not a whole lot going on. We headed to the arcade and put some money in the machine and started to watch the videos. She was rubbing my cock through my shorts and I was not having any trouble rising to the occasion. We both got excited as a guy came in to the booth next to us. We were kind of waiting around before he finally just up and left. The store was closing, so we headed out.We arrived at Pure. "Would you like to do a bit of watersports?" I asked, before precluding a reply by kissing her open mouth and feeling our tongues wildly enmesh for a moment before she asked:"Would it make me a very naughty girl? A very bad girl? A really dirty, slutty girl?"I knew what this meant of course! "I think you know it would! And what does a dirty, slutty girl need?"We threw off the duvet and Dee rolled over and stuck her large, plump and shapely arse cheeks up. I caressed and squeezed for a moment.