Actually, I might keep it on the mantel as an example of modern art." I should have quit when the look softened because it was returning to its origin...l hardness. "But my point is that you're thinking like a weekend vacation photographer. I'm thinking like a pro who gets calls like, "Do you have any pictures of a lime green flamingo standing on one leg with the sun centered behind it just above the horizon?" Sure." Her eyes said she couldn't believe I'd be stupid enough to think she'd buy that. A bowl is a bowl, it’s not a marriage proposal. “Yeah, that would be fun,” I managed. We set the date for the next Tuesday after class. I didn’t know what to expect, the whole friendship deal was pretty lost to me in college. Why not give it a shot and see what comes of it, I told myself. My throat felt like it was clamping shut at the end of lecture. My heart pounded and my cheeks were warm. A bowl is a bowl. We met tentatively outside of the classroom and began to walk out together. “Alright,. Bending forward, I could feel my skirt showing way more than it should. Quickly he jumped behind me so that no one else could see what I was doing. I looked back over my shoulder and told him, ‘Go find something for me to have some fun with as a gift from you to me. You owe me something that will help get me off.’ I put my foot down, put the sweater back and loved seeing how big his smile was. ‘I’m serious, go find me a toy. I’ll go look elsewhere so you can surprise me later with whatever. I wanted you to feel good too. So I slid my hands to your crotch and grabbed your dick through your trousers – stroking it as my fingers rubbed along the length of your shaft. Watching the effect it had on you.You moaned softly. The quiet sound escaped your lips as you nibbled on my breasts, your cock twitching in my hands as my fingers clenched around the rigid shaft and –pulling it out of your pants– moved up and down with slow strokes. "Fuuuuck." You stood up abruptly and carried me up with.