She looked at me and mumbled something about phones and that she didn’t really need to call anyone. I was a little put out at first because I wanted...to do my morning routine with plenty of time to make my first stop of the day so I asked her what she wanted and I told her that I was heading out so that she needed do decide if she needed to call someone or not. That’s when she said, “Mister, you’re not the police are you.” Suddenly I knew what was happening. She was a prostitute on the prowl. I. "Rachel laughed a hearty laugh, and I think Tom knew exactly why, but she told him anyway. "Wendy wasn't asking you about your moral stance on the issue, she was inquiring whether you'd like to see us naked. I think you would."Tom sighed and shook his head."Guilty as charged," he told us. I was real glad about that. "When do we do this?" he asked."Now!" we said in unison. We sounded far too eager. I lowered my voice. "Please." Let's go to my place," he suggested.TOMI live in a tiny one-bedroom. At Julian’s dorm we brave the frenzy of incoming freshmen, boxes, parents, a grandparent or two, plus an assortment of siblings and welcoming upperclassmen, to reach Julian’s room with our own armfuls of stuff. José Luis, Julian’s roommate, is already there and unpacked. They’re pretty similar in build and appearance, and I know from their emails José Luis is a swimmer like Julian. He’s almost as good-looking. They shake hands and embrace, a little awkwardly, the way boys and men do. I greet. "Yeah, right. Then let's see it." I'm telling you I'm not lying." "Yeah, okay then, let's have a look" "All right." He stood up and dropped his pants. Underneath he was wearing boxers. "Are you ready?" "Yeah let's just get the show on the road." He pulled down his boxers and spread his legs slightly. Between his thighs was a brown haired cunt. I almost fell over. "What the fuck? No... no... you've tucked it back or something." "I wish, look," he said opening his legs a little more and turning a.