“I don’t usually stare like that, but I have to say that you have a strange affect on me. I don’t even know your name.” I held tight to the ch...ir to prevent myself from shaking. Why was she affecting me this way? “I don’t mind, in fact I’m flattered. I’m used to just fading in the background wherever I go. It’s nice to… stand out. My name’s Kristy, with a K,” she said and offered her hand. “Damien,” I replied, as I took her hand. Soft, was the only thought in my head. “I, uhhhh, can’t imagine. He could probably tell she was upset when she sat down beside him in the lecture hall.“Want to go for coffee?” He asked as they came out.“I guess.” But she took a round-about path that nobody else was using then. “I think Ted and I are over.”“I’m sorry for you.” The careful wording was typical of Kirk. He hadn’t approved of Ted, and was too honest to pretend he had.“Thing is. We were doing it.” He winced. They’d gone to two dances as freshmen. Kirk had wanted a romance, she hadn’t felt any. She had to suddenly stop when I grabbed her boobs and twitched her nipples. She moaned loudly in pleasure and then she found her way back to my neck, where I would later find out a sign of her passion in the form of a hickey.A moment later my face was free from Zlata's boobs. They French kissed each other with two sets of great tits pressed together, and then took me by the hand and we changed our location to her more convenient bed. Zlata playfully pushed me down and pressed her knee against. Just then she moaned out loud as she was having another orgasm and her juices and my own cum flooded my mouth.She breathlessly said, “Oh fuck, Ed, keep sucking my pussy baby. That feels so wonderful. I can’t believe that we've never done this before, and you're really eating your own cum.”We were then hugging and cuddling on the bed in the after-glow of our orgasms. She was leaning partially on my chest as I rubbed her big tits and she was casually stroking my soft and still-wet cock. She had.