I'd hated getting involved in that sort of thing, but after only a month at the sorority I knew it was in my own best interest to do so. This was wher... the contacts I would need later in life were. I had to get to know them, and get them to know me. Men had the 'Good Old Boys' network, but we women had our equivalent, though we didn't have even an informal name for it. Let's just say that Southern Women had social networks that were iron-clad and tight. They also transcended such things as your. Initially there was distance between our bodies...then I drew her back towards me..closer...my cock by now was rock hard. Our colleague was less than 2 feet away but I didn’t care. Each time my massage reached her shoulder, I pulled her backwards towards me, inch by inch. I paused for a second before deciding I was going to pull her ass onto my cock to get a reaction. If she pulled off...no joy...if she stayed put...we gonna fuck.Our colleague must have known but said nothing and just watched. " Right, well do an hours worth of practice with at least fifteen minutes of Hanon in there. Do theHanon first as it loosens up your fingers, go over the 1,4 and 5seven chords of each key."I like looking at you dressed so womanly."A while later Ella comes in and asks me to give her a demo of my efforts I did so and she was very pleased."Lets go to bed now Harold."I followed her in and as she took off her clothes, she asked,"Mind if I suck some cock?"I answered whole heartedly, "Hell no."So Ella. .. nobody saw me. I got laid... I think... but what the hell?/My feet started moving again, trying to act as calm as possible.Something else felt off, but I couldn't pinpoint just what. I shoved myhands in my pockets, and my pants still felt a little loose on my waist,so I ducked into a shop. The day was already starting out interesting,and I needed some new jeans anyway."Welcome!" a perky voice said from behind a display of button-up shirts. I could see a mop of red hair, but not much else..