In my sleep i started groaning. I felt warmth around my clit, a sensation of a tongue licking my lips, so I started grinding as I felt the pressure bu...lding between my legs. In my sleep, I groaned Steve's name as I began to get more and more aroused. Still, in a state of sleep, I felt someone climb on top of me, and then the feeling of a hard cock probing at my soaked lips, trying to find its way in. By this point, I had awoken, but everything was dark. I had been blindfolded! I lay on my back. .. because it's gay, I guess..." Pete answered, realizing it sounded stupid. He supposed it was mainly the stigma of having sex with a guy that kept most guys from having sex with each other. Not that he ever really fantasized of having sex with any of his guy friends."But all I’m saying Pete, is that it would make so much sense. Guys always bitch to each other about not getting any action, when they could easily give it to each other! I mean, you suck your friend's dick, he sucks yours. Then. Still rubbing my breast he asked if he could touch me there. Nodding, he traced the outline of my panties where they met my legs and stomach. My legs spread like they had a mind of their own. He let a finger slide up the middle of my lips, my panties had a wet spot in the middle. “See the wetness? That is a good sign, your body is liking this”. He pinched my lips together and let his finger slide up and down between them. Leaning back I made it easier for him. I had to let go of his penis. The bell overhead rang, startling everyone. ‘Everybody remember your assignment is due Monday morning. Have a nice weekend.’ he stammered. Everyone quickly hustled out, except for Amelia. She slowly packed her things away, then came and plonked herself down on the edge of his desk. ‘What can I do for you, Amelia?’ ‘Just wondered if you needed any help for the open evening tonight?’ she smiled. ‘Actually I could. Would you drop by around seven, help me set up?’ ‘Sure. Do I need to dress up?’ ‘If.