“It’s not Christmas yet love, it should be under the tree with the others.” Stereotypical Nic, always business and straight face when it comes t... Christmas and all of the traditions. Jessica, sliding the footstool forward, dragged her hand up his inner thigh a little bit more. “Aw Darling but you’re always too tired Christmas morning to properly exchange gifts….besides it’s a common tradition to open a present Christmas Eve…and for us this is then.” She explained, rhyming off a list of. The good times came to a screeching halt when she got back the bluebook from her first midterm. Out of a possible one hundred points she had only received only a 44, and because the midterm made up twenty five percent of her overall grade, she knew she was in trouble. As she stepped out of the warm sun and entered the cold, grey cement building that was the lecture hall she thought about her plan to improve her grade. She had worn her best school girl outfit to class today, with a light blue. She crooked her knees, locking her feet behind my thighs, holding me deep inside her. I put my hands around her waist, both holding her head above water and working her back and forth on my swollen cock.We rocked there in the pool, in the darkness, the moon peeking out from time to time to watch our languid fucking. The pace was slow enough to keep me from coming too soon but was apparently enough to build Crissy toward her orgasm. She started to grunt and groan, huff and puff, corkscrew her. She slid her jeans off and kicked them aside before yanking off her thin t-shirt. She unclasped her bra and let it fall to her arms. She sucked in her breath as she caught a glimpse of her chest in the mirror. Her left breast still had faint pink marks on it from Brad’s enthusiastic work. She felt her stomach knot as the image came flooding back. She felt awful and she hated feeling that way because it left her vulnerable. It made her weak. While plenty of Rachel’s sexual escapades had come.