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He started to explain to her how he had wanted her for a while just as he knew she wanted him, and after Amy tried to play dumb by asking how Alex wanted her, Alex went into a long fantasy story about eating her out in the middle of a lecture. That was the night Amy caved. She had already known long before that she was wet for him, but she couldn’t contain it any longer and gushed that night – in more ways than one – about how badly she wanted him. Alex confessed how badly he wanted her right back, and the two felt like they were back in high school again for the weeks after, sneaking looks at each other when they crossed paths in the university hallway before they eventually snuck off to a private part of campus and made out for the first time. From that point on, neither one of them could get the other out of their minds, but their timing wasn’t the best – the school year had ended, and neither of the two had planned on taking summer classes. For a few weeks the two were content to only text each other, with the tone only sometimes turning sexual. Then, out of nowhere, Alex surprised her by proposing the two of them take a journey to a cottage on the West Coast his family owned. An adventure, he said. Amy knew, or at least thought, that this was the moment, this was when they were going all the way. But once again, Alex surprised her, never making a move on her the entire week, with the both of them sleeping in different beds. And that was so frustrating. Amy was always the tease. 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Amy started to squirm in her seat as the fantasy played out in her mind… It was late at night, late enough that the lights were on throughout the bus, painting everything in its slight yellow tint, but soon the lights would turn off so that the bus-goers could get some sleep. Amy was wide awake, and as far as she knew, so was Alex. For a little while longer, she was content to stare out the window and just think to herself, until she felt something on her neck. She turned her head just enough to see that Alex had adjusted himself so that his head was now resting on her shoulder. Amy simply smiled to herself, thinking about how cute he was. Alex had a talent and being cute in a kind of childish way and yet being so animalistically attractive, and Amy liked him for both of his cutenesses. She would have turned away gingerly to look out the window again when suddenly she felt movement. Kissing. The electric touch of lips on her neck, sending minor shocks flowing through her. If there was one form of foreplay that got Amy going, it was neck kisses. She scoffed, whispering, “You aren’t asleep at all!” in a playfully accusatory tone. Alex never responded. Instead, little by little, the kisses became more and more forceful. Amy was getting a little concerned at this point, looking around nervously without moving too much to give herself away. She wasn’t sure how she felt about how on display the couple were, but even then, that didn’t stop her eyes from fluttering and from little moans escaping her lips. You quietly hide behind the fence and Black Girl look over as the blonde girl holds her rear arched up and her hips sway softly. For now, close your eyes.” and unbutton the top buttons .. I dropped my head when I saw Naci watching the blasts her mouth dropping open as they started to hit in the camp. Waves of darkness over me. I groaned as I came over and over. You get on one nice ass side, and I'll get on the other. I asked as I was softly rubbing her back. 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