My landlady seemed to see nothing untoward in the situation confronting her. She put fingers to her lips. “No need to get in a state,” she said. �...�You won’t be the first young man missing his girl friend and needing to do something about it. We’re not prudes in this house.” Seeing that I didn’t know how to respond, she went on, “I could help you, if you like.” Her hand was still clasping mine, though now it rested on a very limp member. My silence seemed to be taken for acquiescence, and to be. And secondly: When there’s a bomb threat and an actual anthrax attack against a campus employee, people naturally suspect you. Because you’re weird and keep to yourself and your GPA is suspiciously high, overall.Of course it wasn’t me. Personally, I think it wasn’t a student at all. Still, for the rest of the semester, it was much more complicated and time-consuming to get through several main building’s doors. Think TSA on red alert, with body scanners, metal detectors, x-ray machines showing. He wasprobably holding it because he had hoped that I would be leaving soon. Iemphasized my point by walking to the small couch that was near the doorand took a seat. I wasn't leaving until he was walking out the door withme.Finally, he sighed and started walking toward the hall that would lead tohis room. He didn't say anything. I knew he wasn't exactly happy aboutwhat I was doing, but I knew that it was something that I needed to do ifwe were going to get our friendship back on. And when I slowly held here lips apart, and started really stimulating her clitoris, she stopped moaning, and she became short-breathed. As if my hand rubbing her clit sucked all the ability to talk out of her. I rubber faster and faster. Until eventually.. With a final stroke, I saw the tiny body climax. Vaginal fluids everywhere. It was beautiful. Now its my turn she said, still a bit out of breath. Go ahead I challenged her. The first touch was breathtaking. I felt her small hands on my.