“I see you like the movie,” he said smugly. When we were in 9th grade, we used to do all sorts of stuff together in the woods, like getting naked...and swimming and then some, but nothing as risky as what’s on the TV now. Then I got in trouble with the law and went away for two years. With two years of discipline, two years of pent-up frustration, and two years of doing what you’re told, life has changed us. We were both almost twenty now and not in 9th grade anymore.“I’m not into this shit,. I am now a senior and set to graduate with a degree in history. I am also no longer shy around girls and actually have slept with many of the beautiful ladies around campus. This is the story of how that began. In the middle of my sophomore year I got a new roommate, Kelly. Kelly was an incoming freshman and asked me lots of questions about classes, teachers and general dorm life. It also turned out that she was going to be taking the freshmen history class and so I sometimes helped her study. Kate was on top of me in an instant. The little recliner in the studio was adequate. Kate pulled my shirt over my head and my hands slid up inside the oversized white shirt she used as a painter’s smock. I wasn’t surprised to find nothing under it but Kate. The feel of her skin beneath my palms caused the expected response in both of us and she had to struggle a little to get my pants down over my hard-on.“Kitten, didn’t we just have a week of frolicking naked?”“Mmmhmm. Did you get your. It didn’t last long, as he fitted a leather, bra-like apparatus to my breast. The difference between this and a bra was that instead of coverage and support, only my nipples were held in tiny cups, which were pulled tightly to my breast. The man grabbed something else from the table, and as he slipped it in the cup, I realized it was ice. In each of the cups that held my nipples, he put a piece of ice that was forced against my nipples by the bra. I gasped at the sharp sensations in each.