I live with my roommate Amy. She’s a blondie and I’m a bit jealous of her DD cup breasts. Anyway, one day as I was coming home from my classes, I ...eard some soft groans coming from Amy’s room. I knocked on her door, and heard her whisper, ‘J-just a m-minute. I’ll be right OOOooout!’ At this point I had figured out that she had obviously been masturbating. I said to her from the hallway, ‘I understand, Amy, it’s okay. I’ll let you clean up.’ I put up my school bag in my room and went to wait in. It was only lunchtime and I could hear other students and teachers walking back and fore outside the closed classroom door. I decided to make the most of this time. If it was going to cost me my job I would make sure I got my money’s worth so to speak. I reached down and squeezed her left breast through the white cotton of her shirt cupping them with my hand. They were so soft and smooth with only the wiry fabric of her bra to offer any resistance as I rubbed them tenderly. Wanting to get a. Then I headed off to class.At the time, I considered that day just another normal day. My classeswere moderately interesting, but my mind really wasn't on them. I wasa little groggy; I had had trouble sleeping Thursday night - probablybecause of all the additional sleep I had had the night before, andthe fact that it was a beautiful spring day didn't help much.The only indication I had that something was amiss was the suddenheightened sensitivity of my skin, but that wasn't enough of a. Tanya was good for sex, sure, but it felt like Lisa and I belonged together or something. I won't go all poetic here, but she and I clicked. That was the bottom line (no pun intended). "I want you to call me sometime, okay?" she said, looking me right in the eyes. "Fuck Tanya, I want you to call me." I was a little taken aback by this, but it gave me a fuzzy feeling in my gut. No girl had demanded that I put all other girls aside and call her. "Screw it, let's get married," I replied, a sly.