“I don’t know if I can do this.”“This? Us?”“No!” Nicola gripped onto me harder than ever. “No, I’m not sure I can do three years awa... from you.”“Okay, stop that,” I held her by her arms and was standing up straight. “Firstly, by my reckoning, it’s only just over two-and-a-half years. Secondly, your dad will kill me if you drop out for my sake.”“But…” I put my finger to her lips.“Shh, no buts, except this one.”I gripped her by both her cheeks and lifted her so that she was face to face with me.. ‘Give me a cigarette.’ ‘You don’t smoke.’ ‘Just give me a fucking cigarette.’ Tippi sat beside me and offered me her pack, I took one and she lit it. I didn’t cough, just inhaled like I used to all those years ago. She put the pack on the seat beside me and left her lighter there between us. ‘Your mascara has run.’ I said nothing. ‘Want to tell me?’ I remained silent. ippi stood, patted my hand and said, ‘Come back inside when you’re feeling better.’ I knew I’d never feel better. She turned to. The two of them were all over each other, as they left, Mick was smiling at me, “Do you want to bet they never make it to your house, before they are fucking each others brains out?” I had my hand on his leg, moving up and down the inside, making eye to eye contact, “Lucky Girl” There was no change in his expression, “Do you two live in a dorm?” Shaking my head, “No Erika owns the house we live in. Why are you asking?” He didn’t answer, but asked me how to get to our house. I was again. “Mmmm,” she murmured and then I felt her hands, now wet with some kind of lubricant, begin to massage my most sensitive spot. Slowly and insistently they worked on me. Rubbing, pushing, kneading. At first, it felt very awkward. I felt so exposed and vulnerable chained naked and having that particular spot touched so directly by such a beautiful woman. Never before had I experienced anything like this, nor had anyone ever touched me “there.” My cock actually softened a bit as her finger suddenly.