Thin rays of morning sunshine peered into Korey 's darkened room. He rolled onto his face and rummaged across his nightstand to rule his telephone set. With an effortless detent, he turns on the display to register that it is a picayune bit after 6. Groaning, he sits up and recollect his glasses. As he makes his way to his bathroom, he fixes his memory loss curtains.

Hot, refreshing water supply cascades down his rear as he leans against the wall. He wants the warming embrace to conclusion forever, but eventually the water turns to a arctic common cold. Wrapping a plush towel around his waist as he leaves the steam filled bathroom. He carefully makes his way to the kitchen and starts the burnt umber shaper, before heading back upstairs to get dressed.

He puts on a pair of jean and a tight, form fitting compression shirt. At 180 pounds, he wasn't the big guy in the globe, but he consistently worked out and it showed. In high shoal, he competed in football game, Wrestling and Track and Field which he held multiple school records in.

Silently, he heads back downstairs to the kitchen where he pours a steaming cup of coffee. Standing with his book binding to room access, he scrolls through the news show on his lozenge. 15 hour pass before he hears the light footfalls of his roommate coming down the stairs.

"trade good morning, Korey,"she proclaims enthusiastically as she pours herself a cup of coffee.

"Good forenoon, Sarah,"he answers as he turns to face her.

Her hazel tree eyes meet his as they look at each other. Sarah may have been his roommate, but Korey had fallen in love with her as soon as they had met for the starting time meter. He loved the way her hazel tree colored eyes twinkled when she was excited. She laughs drawing him out of his thoughts.

"Staring again. I have got division at 10, You ?"she asks as drops her now empty mug into the sink.

"Sorry. I have class at 11. Do you want a ride ?"He asks, feeling slightly embarrassed that he had once again been caught staring at her.

"Yes,"she answers as she sashays out of the kitchen.

Her leging left little to the imagery as he stared at her shapely ass. He felt his pants begin to tent as blood rushed to his cock. Blushing, he rushed upstairs. He was heedful not to pass Sarah as he burst into his room. His cock was now as heavily as Fe and as straight as an pointer. He removes a small box from one of his nightstand boxers. Opening the box, he removes two pairs from inside the box. Despite knowing it was improper, he couldn't help himself and had taken a abstemious pink lace boyshorts from Sarah's dirty laundry.

The other duad was a suave, satiny majestic violet bikini-style he had bought at the campus entrepot. He removes his trouser, wrapping the silk panties around his thick cock and bringing the early up his nose. He inhales deeply, smelling the lavender consistence wash Sarah frequently used along with the Saratoga chip smelling of sour green apple that was her perfume. He was in virgin blissfulness as began to stroke his cock.

Slowly he feels the edge starting to closer as he prepares to cum, but suddenly the threshold is flung open. Shocked, he turns to see Sarah standing in his doorway. Her oculus not only have lost their twinkle, but are rapidly displaying the emotions she is feeling. daze, disgust, and hatred newsbreak across her face before she turns and shuts the door.

"Dammit,"he says out gaudy to himself.

He regrets forgetting to lock the doorway and wants to rationalise, but knows its already too late to do so. Feeling disgusted with himself, he pulls up his bloomers and leaves the sign of the zodiac. He knew he had quite possibly just ruined not only his friendship, but his hazard of asking her out on a day of the month. After what feels like an timeless existence of driving, he pulls into the schooltime parking lot.

Reaching into the baseball mitt compartment, he grabs his deodorant and puts some on along with some cologne. He grabs his bag from the back seat and caput to the lecture hall. 3 time of day later, the talking to ends and he slowly makes his way to his car. A lone figure is leaning against the rider door with their back to him.

Long, wavelike auburn colored fuzz William Tell him that it is Sarah. He clicks the unlock button on his key fob as a chirp sounds. She climbs into the car without looking at him. He sits in drivers seat and starts the car. A throaty growling sounds as the V8 railway locomotive comes to life-time. He carefully backs the car out of the parking blank.

"It's ok,"Sarah announces 10 minutes into their campaign, surprising him.

"Huh,"he stupidly replies.

"We all have fantasies,"she says as she pats his shoulder,"I am not broken or mad, surprised maybe."

She begins to gently knead his shoulder, before gracefully brushing her hand down his arm. She could feel his muscles as she continued brushing his arm towards his helping hand. She stops briefly to draw light circles on his forearm, before continuing. She carefully and silently removes her seatbelt.

"For lesson,"she declares as she stops moving towards his hand.

In a bingle fluid motion, she pulls his cock out his knickers. A startled pant escapes his lips as he tries to focus on the route. Without missing a round, she ducks under his arm and wraps her warm, velvety rim around the tip of his cock. The sensation causes him to dish up and nearly crash, but he regains control.

He manages to keep his eyes fixed on the road as she bobs up and down slightly. Her hot, humid breathing time makes him groan in pleasure. She slowly takes more of thick, pulsating rooster. He groans as she continues to throw shortsighted bobs. She removes his turncock with an audible pop before engulfing his cock entirely. The suddenness causes him to slam on brakes, before he regains control and continues driving. He was now glad he decided to take the less busy country road plate instead of the highway.

She rapidly bobs up and down, gaging as she takes his full member in her oral fissure. Her moan begin to sate the car as he feels her body begins to rock. He didn't need to look down to cognise she was fingering herself. She slows down and takes long, fluent bobtail.

He groans in pure uninhibited desire as he feels the pressure building. She briefly as her own climax rips through her body. She starts again with a fiery passion as he knew he was about to go over the edge.

"I am-,"he starts but is unable to finish as he feels himself blowing his shipment into her oral fissure. She stuffs his intact cock down her throat as she begins to take in every hold out pearl of cum from his turncock. He just barely manages to get out into the driveway of their shoes. She weaves her way back under his arm. Her makeup had run and she had drops of cum on her chin, but he saw something knew in her oculus, love.

She smiled at him, opened the doorway and exited the car. Just before shutting the door, she stooped over and threw a pair of slaked lime immature panties at him.

"Come and see me later,"she said with mischievous grin as she shut the doorway.

He remained unmoving for several minutes as stress to gather himself. Finally he fixed his trouser, shut off the car, and left with the panties. He unsure where this was going, but he could tell he was going to enjoy it .