Pretending nothing had happened, we marched out of the cooler and went on with our day. I thought this would be a one time never-speak-of thing, so I ...lew it off. It was never spoken of, because words did not cause this fling to continue, but silent gestures, bodies barely brushing together, and the need to work discreetly in that cooler. We made quick make-out sessions, I lavished my tongue across her thick bottom pout, I copped a feel of her generous booty, but she remained passive with her. Reeves stopped, kissing me again, but holding himself steady. "Try to relax, take a deep breath again." Once again I took a really deep breath and tried to let my legs go as limp as I could manage. Suddenly, he just slipped right into me and it felt as if I was completely filled up. Although there was a little pain, the full feeling was rather pleasant. We lay still in each other's arms for perhaps a minute when Mr. Reeves slowly raised himself a little and pulled out just a bit. It. Still trying to be good for his sake, I gave him more tips. What he didn't know is I was picturing myself doing all of these things to him. I wanted to taste him in the worst way. What I didn't know is that it was turning him on as much as it was me. After an hour he sent me a video of him jerking off. It was so hot; I wanted to be there to catch his hot spunk in my mouth. I've always been a cum slut. I love the feel of it on my skin, and the taste in my mouth. I didn't care about Jeff or. Justin texted me a few times, and I just made Ryan call him and let him down easy. Ryan, being the asshole that he is, said I was single, which only amplified my texts from Justin. And he started using cheesy text smiles  which only led me to believe one thing, he was going after me. I wouldn’t mind dating Justin actually, he was fucking hot, I mean who wouldn’t want a blonde god on their arm, but I really liked Ryan. Justin invited me over to the fraternity one night. I was bored, and.