I panicked, sort of. I was able to cover the magazine immediately with the pillow, but I had no choice but to lie there on the bed, naked. This was so...humiliating and embarrassing. The steps stopped abruptly, and now I could hear that she was in the doorway or maybe even in my room. I was trying my very best to remain completely still, but I felt as if I was trembling. I could hear tiny footsteps tiptoeing, trying to be silent...slight creaks in the floor, little ankle cracks, etc. What was. I lead him back into the bedroom. I was just where a white shirt with shorts and nothing else. Once we got into the bedroom he started to take his pants off and underwear. He took his soft cock out and started to stroke it. He started to ask if I had ever sucked a cock before, but before he could get the whole sentence out I was already on my knees and moving his hand away from his dick to put into my mouth. Within seconds he had to have a seat on the bed while I got his cock rock hard. I was. I got us a pitcher of sangria and we sat out under the pergola in a beautiful October day. The campus surrounding us was buzzing with activity. The sky was cloudlessly blue, and the late afternoon sun was bright.Up to that point we’d exchanged exactly seven words. But it felt like we’d been sitting across from each other for at least a hundred lifetimes. She was still looking at me puzzled, like I was a novel species of anthropoid.She said with wonder in her voice, “I feel like we’ve known each. Come on let me show you where I got him...' like a fool I followed behind Al to the back side of the stools. The toilet was sat up so that as you entered there was a partition wall that shielded the urinals and first row of stools from the view of the hall. Each separate toilet was in a cubicle that did not have a concealing door and each stool consisted of a bowl with a seat and water pip that attached it to the wall and a drain that attached it to the floor. The stools were sat up so that.