I can still feel my face turning as red as those sticky tablecloths. I can still feel the butterflies in my stomach as we drove back to campus, how I ...ried to find a spot in the parking lot where no one would see us. When I turned out the lights and we just sat there for a minute, when we were not sure what to do but absolutely certain we knew what was going to happen, the anticipation – you remember, too? I thought my skin caught fire as you took my face in your hands, as our faces were drawn. It was mine and Dee’s turn to go to the bathroom. Dee asked me if I was having a good time, and I had to admit I was. She said she was looking forward to the movie and continuing to have fun with my husband. I wasn’t sure exactly what she meant but I had a good idea.We got more drinks before moving to our seats. The booths each had a reclining two-person couch with a small table. The configuration of the seats made it near impossible to see anything but the movie screen, which meant that it was. Meanwhile, Johnson muttered under his breath while Carl stroked his chin.Suddenly, Carl said, “Hey guys, I think I have a plan.”******Night had already fallen, and cricket noises echoed inside William’s room. After their meetup with Carl and Johnson, William invited John to come to his house; his mother would be coming home late and it gave them the opportunity and venue for a more private conversation. William sat cross-legged on his bed, opposite John who was doing the same. John silently. We climbed out. As they went up front I took a shower.I was in there just a few minutes before the shower door opened. The younger man stepped in and asked if I wanted some help. He took the soap and lathered up my chest and back. Moving his hand down, he reached my butt. After soaking my cheeks, he pushed the bar of soap between my legs. Moving my feet apart, he pressed his fingers against my scrotum and rubbed softly. As my dick stiffened he washed my ball sack. Turning me, he moved his soapy.