I remembered dropping a handout in front of Rita the week before in English Class, and catching a glimpse up her skirt at her pantyhosed legs and crot...h under the desk; I wondered if she had started the assigned essay due this week but now would never complete it and soon I was wanking with ferocity, “oh, Rita you’re so beautiful dead, I want your dead pussy” I was whispering under my breath, hardly aware I was doing it. Then I pictured Nita back in late March when I was walking behind her to. True, she had never been with another woman, but that didn’t mean that the idea hadn’t ever occurred to her. Back in college, she was well aware that there had been girls who’d “sampled the delights” as some liked to call it. In fact, one of her closest friend, Mamie Brown had gone out of the way to describe her own experience to her, in quite intimate detail. Colleen later wondered if Mamie’s sharing had been perhaps an invitation to experience it on her own. If it had been, it was one that. I’d hated it and wanted him to go but my body betrayed me as I lay down and opened my legs as he told me to tell him what I wanted. Both he and I knew, but I had to say it, “suck my cunt Bill, please make me cum”. That's what he wanted and he did as I asked and went down on me, licking and sucking me and then fingering, it was bliss and I was soon moaning until he finally brought me off. As I relaxed he moved up, kissing all the way until he reached my lips and then started there with his. There was no other place for her. Could she stand the cold? Maybe she could wrap some towels around herself. What would happen when other people needed to use the toilet?More knocking. It seemed to reverberate off the tiles. Even the sounds hurt her. Sharp noises ricocheting off the walls. Margaret pressing her palms to her temples. Hammers in her head."Margie?" It was Judith, the hostess, her friend. Margaret looked at the door for a moment and pulled more tightly into herself, to resist the.