The bearded guy jumped onto the bed, landing on his back, legs slightly spread.I had never seen shorts like that. They were regular blue jean shorts, ...aded as hell, but there was no inseam—when he lay back like that, it was like I was looking up a skirt. Only I was seeing dick, not panties.“Like a duck to water, this one,” Jake said.“Huh?” I realized I must be staring again. “Come closer, took a good look,” the bearded guy said, laughing. There was no menace to him and I liked him, trusted him,. Tricia and I had been on the dancefloor since the contest ended. We were horny as hell and working it out. Tricia was wearing jeans and a crop top. Her top was sort of like a sweater with two parts, one wrapped over each shoulder to the waistband. All I knew is it was very easy to access her boobs. She’d back up to me and I’d slip a hand into each side and tweak her nipples. Because her top was making her warm when she was facing me sometimes she’d pull it wide open and expose her tits to cool. Her boobs were hug and sopping wet covered in soap, and she was touching herself, one hand on her tit, the other in her pussy. She was stroking herself softly, which startled the hell out of me. It made me run back into her room and sit on the opposite side of the room.My mind was racing; I couldn’t believe what I’d just seen. A senior, the senior that used to hate me, finger fucking herself, in her bathroom, and looking at me like nothing was wrong! I couldn’t focus. At the same moment I heard. And she was damn near tireless. I had taken her at the foot of her bed before she shed her shift and stays, on my lap in an oversized rocking chair in just her shift and then naked and spread-eagled on the rug before her fireplace in a single orgiastic romp before we made it to her bed about sunset where I claimed to be much too tired for another coupling which began almost at once. That led to her cries for mercy and to her gallop on my loins as we made the beast two more times. Five must.