He tasted faintly of soap, but mostly of cock. Mmmm, I love that. It wasn't long before I could feel it swelling and growing, becoming thicker and lon...er than would easily fit entirely in my mouth. In the process, part of it escaped my lips. The head was pressed against the back of my throat. It was time to get serious.I inhaled deeply through my nose, relaxed my throat muscles, and pressed forward, hard. I felt the head press through the ring of muscle -or whatever it is- that guards the. For the next few days our daily chats were back to normal. That is until Thursday. When I called Lisa at 7:30 that evening she told me she was getting ready to go out and meet her friends for dinner. As she was talking I heard a sound on the phone like a door opening and closing. It wasn't loud but I was sure that's what it sounded like. As Lisa continued to talk I listened carefully for any other noises. I heard nothing except Lisa's voice for about ten seconds then I heard a male voice in the. I wasn’t going to be painting and making much art this term. In fact, I was going to be reading and writing papers. 2D Design would have a few studio projects, but according to the syllabus, the first four weeks were focused on a survey of 2D art and color theory. Foundations of Contemporary Art was a lecture on principles and ideas in the various movements of the past century. I guess we were supposed to fit into one of them or something. And the Western Culture course, Literature and the. "Megan!" she said excitedly. More excitedly than I would have expectedfrom her. It seemed like she had actually missed talking with me as muchas I missed talking with her."Hi Mary," I replied happily and stepped into her outstretched arms for afriendly hug. When she let go, she gestured toward her office beforelooking over my shoulder."Did you need anything else, Jake?" she asked. I turned to find that theboy who had exited her office was still staring at me."No," he said and I was happy to see.