“Hey,” Nolan said to me quietly as he tossed his things on his bed and headed for the closet. Every day he did the same thing. He came in, changed...clothes and said hey. I always says “Hey,” back and that was it, we never said anything more and he was on his way. Somehow though, today was different. Nolan changed his clothes in the closet and walked back over to his bed. He grabbed a few things from his backpack and set it on his desk before turning his attention back over to me. He looked at me. Is it ok if I sit over your legs, so I can massage your back properly, Syd?” he asked innocently.“Sure, that's fine,” she replied absent mindedly, looking back at the movie.So Ted lifted his right leg up and over Sydney's lean thighs, and knelt directly over her, with her tight little ass almost directly under him. He spread the fabric of her top to her sides since it was basically just tied together at the top at her neckline, and began kneading the soft flesh of her back, gently but firmly. He didn’t seem to fit in any better than I did. He was cute, but quite the nerd. He was tall – 6’3”. I remember because he was exactly a foot taller than I am. His lack of grace seemed to be his downfall. But he was genuine and when we struck up a conversation in the library I was sure that we’d be great friends. And I was desperate for a friend. He was two years ahead of me and would often talk in circles – or at least it sounded like that. He was studying history and was brilliant to listen. Rapboy was kneading and mashing her boob, squeezing painfully and really pinching her nipple, making her eyes stream some more. It was painful, but in her heightened state of arousal it felt good. He was getting rougher now, and judging by the the way his cock was hardening against her butt cheek, more excited too. Grasping the front of her blouse in his fist, he yanked down violently, ripping off buttons and exposing her breasts and stomach. Immediately his hand was tugging at her bra cup,.