So can I ask how long you are?”“I’m thinking you’ll find out soon enough.”Jake smiled and his cock bounced up and down.I started unbuttoning...my shirt.“So you liked what you saw when I had my shirt off?”“Yes, yes I did.” Jake answered as he stared wide eyed at me taking off my shirt.“Well now you can get a closer look,” I said as I removed my shirt and tossed it to my bed. “Do you want my pants off?”“Yes, please,” Jake said in a begging whine.“Well then come take them off for me.”Jake stepped. You withdraw stroking my hair, that sexy smirk I’ll never tire of, decorates your face. You leant in kissing me, you know how crazy it makes me when you taste yourself in a kiss. I moan against your mouth. Our bodies glisten with a sheen of perspiration. You leave my mouth to suck my nipples hard, biting and nipping them, kissing my neck. I feel cherished and used and needy again. “You need to cum again? Maybe I’ll make you my precious little slut?” you tease. You know my body so well and slide. No! I screamed in the silence of my mind. This was my body! I again tried to seize control. Whatever foul thing that possessed me struck my soul. I reeled back, deeper into the shadows of my mind. No, no, no!Yes, yes, yes, Alison! It is my turn, you stupid slut! the soul that possessed me hissed. Shock passed through me; I recognized that voice. It was my subconscious; the whispered advice that had guided my entire life. This is my body now. You'll get to spend the rest of eternity shrieking in. Mason College has a policy. Student-athletes must maintain a minimum 2.0 GPA otherwise they can’t play. It doesn’t matter if they’re male or female. I didn’t want to see Tyrone get cut from the football team. So, I spoke to my friend, Academic Support Advisor Nancy Trey about the problem. Nancy Trey is an older lady with silver hair. A firebrand who joined Mason College from Harvard twenty years before my time. She ran the Academic Support Center, which helped students who were at risk.