"Mandy, why are you blushing?" asked Debbie."I don't know why," Mandy answered. "I'm not sure we made the right decision. Hank asked me out, and becau...e of the pledging, I turned him down. He really is a hunk, and his reputation precedes him. They call him Hank the Hands." Ha! So did you think about those hands and do something with your hands last night. Well, don't worry about that. You kept your oath, so no harm was done. I have a suggestion. Mrs. Bates has invited me to go to a prayer. I then gave the brunette a deep, minute-long kiss. Whether it was genuinely an attempt at preserving modesty, or simply a ruse to preserve the sexual tension, the brunette suddenly jerked away from me and collected herself. She then excused herself, saying she needed to freshen up in the bathroom.After stunned into inaction for a few seconds, I got up and went after her. Right as she was opening the door to the women's bathroom, I grabbed her right arm with my left hand, and spun her around to. She loved it. She loved every minute of it and she didn't want it to stop.Just when she thought she couldn't get any more sexually electrified, a push-me-pull-me action started. Her face clenched even tighter as my fingers replaced the long object in her ass. Pushing in and out rapidly while the fingers already in her pussy pulled out and in at the same time at the same speed. " Oh, my God! ahhh...aaahhhh..mmmmm " the scream lasted several minutes, or so it seemed. It only ceased as she gasped. I knew Chris pretty well, though he was two years younger than me. He'd been on the basketball team during my last year, and I'd seen his dick hard in the shower once. Between it being pretty small, and not knowing how to use it worth a shit-- according to Darla-- it was no wonder she looked elsewhere for satisfaction.I had my pick of the womenfolk not just cuz I was good lookin' and well hung. It was more about how I made sex a "whole thing". I knew how to make them feel special, how to make.