Oh, like many college students, she had gone to her share of drunken frat parties, and she had snuck the occasional guy back to her dorm room, where t...ey engaged in quiet, but very satisfying sex until the wee hours. But she really had attended college seeking a B.S., not an Mrs. And she was smart enough not to fall into the trap of confusing lust with love. So here it was, four years later, and she was sitting on the couch in her apartment, holding the letter in her hand. Actually, it wasn’t. Fantasy suits me best." The man uttered with a musical voice."You can look upstairs in adult fiction. All the books are labeled with their genre on the spine. It'll be quite easy to find something you'd enjoy." She fidgeted as she gazed on the magnificent body he had."I think I need some one-on-one help. I haven't been here since I was a k** and so much has changed. I'm not sure exactly what I'm looking for. I'd appreciate your input." He smiled."Alright. Let me just put this away." She said,. Her wetness covered my chin.At first the scent was strong, but I had to breathe, so I drew it into my lungs. Her hormones or something took hold of me, and I started licking her – twiddling the tip of my tongue over her lips and clit. I was so hungry I started tongue fucking her. I could feel the shivering of her body and the gyration of her hips as I brought her to an orgasm.Below, Cynthia was finished sucking my cock, and she grabbed it and rubbed her clit with the tip. By now she was naked. Geoffrey living in my building, right down the hall? I don’t believe it! This was the nice but nerdy and painfully awkward guy who had been following me around like a lost puppy since I was 15 and he was 14. It was bad enough when he used to embarrass me and humiliate himself in high school. But now I have to see him every morning and every evening in my dorm? I let my mind wander to the last time I had seen Geoffrey. Did I mention that he insisted on pronouncing his name ‘Joffrey’? Not.