I'm a third year Business major. How about you?"I responded, "Just a freshman. Mechanical." I hoped she didn't get discouraged that I was younger. "Oh...so you're pretty new around here." She smiled again and my heart melted. "Have you ever been to my sorority house? I think I've seen you around." Yea, once," I said. "And I would have remembered seeing you. You are....gorgeous." Well, thanks. How 'bout you come by right now? I was going to meet someone but I can postpone." She winked at me. How. I knew what this meant, and my cock was hard, my heart was racing and my mouth was totally dry. After the massage therapy of the prior year, Tim had made no mention that it had ever happened. I had convinced myself that he had been so stoned that he had no memory of it. Now I knew differently. It was being stoned that gave him the courage to act on his desires! I agreed to come over right then, and I nervously walked the very short distance to his frat house. The fraternity was not really in. A palm across the chest, fingers spread wide and waving across the surface of the shirt, inspires a renewed flickering of the tongue. Fingers along the back, tracing their way down to the beltline and back around to the buckle itself, inspires the mouth to lightly suck that aggressive tongue. Fingers begin to find buttons and release them from their stitched holes. A trembling tummy is exposed to the air and a shoulder sheds the last fabric that protected it. Impatience for more bare skin. She knew there was no way to explain her wealth except to lie about winning the lottery. Even the twenty thousand bucks she had in her student checking account was somewhat suspicious considering the expensive clothes she had purchased in the last twenty-one months of babysitting duties.She had hidden the many gifts of perfume, erotic clothing, and other perks of special sessions with bored husbands down in the basement of their apartment building inside a double locked portion of the storage.