Though if you want to, I’d like to!”“You know better. As much as I would love to make love to you right now, it’s not right.”“Screw or tal.... It’s up to you, Steve.”“Talk,” I said.“Spoilsport!” she giggled, but then got serious. “What’s bugging you?”“Besides having a smoking hot Irish girl in my bed, naked, who I can’t do anything with?” I chuckled.“Can. But won’t. A big difference. Yes, besides that.”“Am I an insensitive, self-centered asshole?”She laughed, “Sometimes you certainly are. Usually. Then our conversation started getting naughty..i asked her about her boyfriends..she told me about her bfs without any hesitation…we talked about sex as well(things like if given a choice whom would she lose her virginity to?,in what position she’d do it,etc.)She was talking freely..I was getting too horny. She was wearing a locket on her neck which went inside her shirt.Her top two buttons were open.I put my hand inside her shirt and took out the necklace.I felt that she was not wearing a. The idea made K's pussy wet, and she got serious asking me if I really meant it. So I wrote it in our sex diary, and she wrote that it was something she wanted to try.The next semester she had 6 students which she tutored in a small study at our place two at a time for an hour or more. She only charged 5 or 6 bucks an hour. All of her students were passing, so I suggested she could try to help two go from C's to a B. We picked two skinny freshmen basket ball players, shy and farm boy polite. K. . on the bar which I was holding and then, I started rubbing his hands, interlocking my fingers with him, he placed his left hand on my waist and then started lifting my shirt up, I just let him do it, then he rubbed my navel hair and then put his hands on my nipples and started squeezing them.. I was in awe… Music matched what he was doing… I sweat when I am nervous and so I started sweating a lot, he gave me his hankey and I reluctantly took it.The bus stopped for about 15 min and he smiled.