Why was I silent when he touched me? That's the reason his touches became bolder. The last time his hand slid down my back to stroke my bottom before ...ulling away.When I looked up, he was sitting in the straight chair across from me. One leg was bent, his foot on the edge of my desk; the other was splayed straight, foot on the desk. He was displaying his crotch to me.The bastard was teasing me! I felt the blush rise. My face was beet red. My hands trembled. I took several deep breaths, trying. This was long before the days of personal computers and cell phones. Because I was at Lehigh in Pennsylvania and she was up in Massachusetts, our phone calls were limited by the expense of long distance. I was, after all, a young student on a budget. I really began to look forward to her letters, which she did write on a fairly frequent basis. I gladly returned the favor. Our letters to each other initially consisted of how much we missed each other and how much school work we had to deal with.. Penn continued to make small adjustments to her uniform and hair, she was putting her hair up into a bun, with that done she reached over to my bedside table and pinned on a white hat. “I don’t know if the doctor noticed how mussed up I was, or that I was missing my hat. I think that he will be back soon, do you need a drinking tube or anything?” My mouth still had the taste of her cum and a little was running down the side of my face “Could you wipe me down and a drink would be nice thanks”. I was wearing a knee-length wool skirt for warmth and ease of access with a button up blouse and sweater combo. I wouldn’t need to get undressed to be touched, eaten or fucked.Terry grabbed the blanket from the back of his car. It was an Army surplus wool blanket and came in quite handy. We spread it out, ate our victuals, and talked about the movie.When we were finished with the food, we packed up our trash, and he put it back into the car and then we got down to the business of sex.I had him.