After the food I dropped her back home, thanks to the traffic and road situation I had to apply breaks and she was falling on me, after the first fall...I expected her to put her bag in between but it didn’t happen, I enjoyed the touch whenever it happened, a soft touch on the back who would resist it, thus the day ended with me masturbating thinking of the touch and looks and also that incident.After that day we were again back to normal with a pinch of teasing of that incident I.e. whenever she. I stopped resisting. I gave in to my fate – and a lovely fate it promised to be. She pulled off my shoes and my trousers. My penis began to rise and tented in my shorts. “I see that you’re a full participant now,” she said, with a smile.Yes, I was. I pulled off my shirt. I reached up and began to unbutton her blouse. She wore a pushup bra that made her breasts prominent. I unbuttoned her pants and she unfastened her bra. The blouse and the bra fell to the floor. Her lovely breasts. But it was something that my parents felt looked good on a college report, and therefore I went along with it. Really seemed like a waste of time if you ask me. I mean, I had to stay after school for an hour and hope that somebody showed up. No one ever did. Big fucking joke if you ask me. Then one day, I was getting ready to leave. Id stayed after for a solid 45 minutes or so, and would be leaving soon, when a girl named Courtney came into the library, and said that she needed help with an. I made eye contact with him, swung over to him and turned around trying not to be obvious. Then backed into him. After doing that a few times I felt his hand squeeze my ass and I turned around and grabbed his already hard cock. He took my hand and we went to a corner and after some small talk and exchanging names, (Jake was his) he asked if I wanted to go back to his place. Of course I said yes, but he then said he had a roommate and would I be comfortable with that. I asked him if he would be.