That was what her father had always told her. Which just goes to show you, Cypress thought, as she shouldered her book bag, parents haven’t a clue w...at they’re talking about. They just pretend they do. She braced herself as she started out of the classroom, there was, of course, the usual jostling to contend with. People tended to push past her as if she weren’t there. Some of them did it on purpose, she knew. Cypress had realized, that first day of college, two semesters ago, that what people. Mrs. Z put her hands on top of mine, “rip it open, baby.”I ripped and tore her bra off to start kissing, licking and sucking as I started fucking her again. Her hips started to match my thrusts and our rhythm had us both cumming again fairly quickly. A big rig raced by, blowing it’s air horn and I slowly pulled out of her. I reached up and flipped on the interior light for a bit to take a good long look at her.“Mrs. Z, you are So. Fucking. Sexy,” I said.“Enough with the ‘Mrs. Z,’ you’ve been. Her mouth opened, and my helmet disappeared, slowly, her teeth grazing over the sensitive flesh, locking me inside as her tongue swirled all around my swollen head. Having lost all ability to think I merely reacted, my hands combing through her strawberry locks, holding her face in place. I began to saw slowly in and out of her pretty face, regaining just enough control to keep her from choking on me. Cupping my nuts in her hand, she hummed as I gently face fucked her. “Oona, that feels so. Alex Reynolds was new to the school, having transferred in over Christmas vacation. In some ways he reminded me of me — fairly small, quiet and he studied hard and was always pushing himself in school.He was in several of our classes, most notably American History, so we’d seen him around since vacation ended. One day he asked Jodi where we sat in the lunchroom — to our general amusement. The next day he actually asked us if we’d mind if he came in and ate lunch with us.“You’ll really need to.