.. She was in college, and would come to the bar most Tuesdays with some friends for whatever the Tuesday night special was. She caught my eye pretty...much on arrival. I don’t remember exactly why, but some girls had a look or a vibe that I would pick up on right away Shy, Awkward, Different, I don’t know, but anyway I went for it. I noticed that very first night that she was the shy one in the group, always avoiding the drunken frat boys that wandered from table to table trying to get their. As she readthe story she could feel the familiar tinglings beginning down low inher body. She lay back on her bed and slowly began to gently tease herbreast and nipple, pinching softly at first, but applying morepressure as she read. The action of the story was just heating up; shemoved her hand lower, over her stomach, and into the soft thicket ofhair -- ever closer to her now-moist sex. She was feeling very warmindeed. The story was heating her up!He wrote what he felt, what he wanted to do. She'd forced her head away from his momentarily, her breathing heavy as she gasped for air."Look guys" the creep had shouted to those around him, "She's turned on my by dick. You can tell by her heavy breathing!" he laughed, forcing himself back into her waiting mouth. Jenny had tried to finish the creep off quickly, sucking with all her might that she feared her face might cave in with the pressure. Her tongue again darted over his circumcised dick, trying desperately to bring him to the boil.. When I did she was specific about where and how. I delighted in the instructions and the fact she was watching in the mirror at the end of the bed. When she came, and this was the first time I'd licked a girl to orgasm so all credit went to her instructions. She had me lay back. "How quick do you recover?" I mumbled a guess and she wrapped her lips around me. My previous blow jobs had been clumsy drunk affairs from girls my age but now I was in a mouth that knew what it was doing. I turned to.