The other woman told her she would be free tonight to talk. So she made theproper arrangements. She told Dianna to stay in tonight and keep watch over...yle. The two never got along and Kyle always got the shaft but that wasn'ther problem. Kyle was an ass. Dianna always ended the fight and Kyle wouldstart crying over it. The problem was that Kyle didn't like her calling himKelly. He needed to get over it. There was nothing wrong with being Kelly.Kelly was a pretty name. Trish was at Rachael's. Shower finished, I dressed in a faded pair of jeans, white t-shirt, and black knit sweater. My black combat boots were in need of cleaning after last night's festivities at Sal's, so I slipped on a pair of sneakers and gathered up the sheets and nightclothes for the washer in the basement. After starting the load, I went in search of breakfast. Tea with a ham, cheese, and spinach omelet later and I was feeling human again. I walked back to the dorm and changed out the laundry. I spent a good. My hand rested at the very edge of your mini-skirt. You shifted in your seat, parting your legs as you leaned against me. I slipped my hand farther up your leg, stopping just short of your panties. I waited to see if you would accept or reject my advances. To my surprise, you did neither. I listened to your breathing. Then you put your hand on top of mine and squeezed. You hummed in approval. I slipped a finger under the edge of your panties, as you parted your legs. I could feel your wetness. He was thinking about whether to jack off in the shower or to ignore the pain now pulsing between his legs when Carol stumbled into the room. ”Chu doin’ there Ben?’ she asked sleepily, blinking her eyes. Ben turned as he tried to hide his obvious bulge from her and said shakily, ‘Not much, just cleaning up after us.’ ‘Mmh, let me help then, I made some of the mess.’ She mumbled as she walked towards Ben. Her breasts pressed against him as she took the dishes in the sink and started soaping.