Later that day she knocked in my door and wanted to havea talk. She explained that she wasn’t in love with anyone guy but just loved being loved... She had a reallygood night with me and wanted us to be friends andregular lovers. It was real important for me to neverforget that it was HER pussy and SHE would decide whofucked it. She was used to variety so didn’t want tohave only one guy on her stud list. Almost all of the guys she spread for were just harddicks and she made them wear. She had a few hours in between classes so she, Megan and other friends would often hang out, smoke pot, watch TV or whatever. Megan and Ana were sitting on a small couch talking about guys when Megan noticed the clock on the wall. “Hey, don't you have class at two today?” Ana looked at her confused as if her comment was random. "Yeah, why?" "It's 2:30 now." Ana jumped up in alarm and knocked Megan's coffee out of her hand right onto the front of her shirt. "What the Hell did you do. But I was afraid as well, and not simply because the Sultan waited in line. I realized that I was selfish, that I wanted someone to myself. I was a virgin and did not wish to give myself away as part of a caravan. And yet I stayed and watched, my fingertips grazing over my tingling prick. And the woman seemed to enjoy my gaze, several times turning her blue eyes to mine. Each time I returned her gaze for I could not look away from her mirth filled eyes even as her body quivered. And then she. Emily had distracted him by sitting in the living room wearing a bikini top and hotpants, so he was sitting in the corner trying to secretly wank while pretending to watch TV. Emily knew full well what the dirty little pervert was doing, but didn't bat an eyelid as she read a magazine. We all knew Simon's favourite place to wank off was in the bathroom, where he smeared himself in our shampoo and shower gel (don't ask me why). He also had a stash of our stolen knickers hidden in a carrier bag.