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It was the first really hot day of late Spring. Like the first day of Summer.
There was no way we were going to class. Stacy got her car and we went driving:Stacy and her roommate Cathy and me. We didn’t really know where we were going:it was just so nice that we knew we had to get off campus.
We got on the highway and headed for a waterfall that we knew of. It was a number of miles away, but we were ready for a ride. We got out at the waterfall and walked around the small park, enjoying the sun and the warmth. We didn’t have any beer or anything, but you might have thought we did if you saw us: we were definitely feeling silly.
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As we neared my front door, I could sense his nervousness, but the alcohol in my body couldnât have stopped me from making a move despite his obvious state. I turned towards him, moving my fingers up and down his neck, I smiled and moved my face closer to his. His eyes widened and he backed away.
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Once upon a time, in a well known Ivy League University, there was a student who earned her living by working in one of the offices. She was always the most prim and proper lady, and mantained a professional attitude. One day it came to pass, as it does with all college students, that she graduated. And to celebrate, she invited all her associates -most of them males- to her room for a celebratory party. This in itself came as a surprise since nobody believed her to be the party throwing type, and everyone knew she never attended them.
We all arrived at her room at the appointed time, only to find a note that said she’d be back in a while, but to go in and start without her. Many of the members of our group decided not to stick around, or to return later. The rest of us entered her room. In the fireplace were a couple of logs, already well on the way of being consumed. There were no furnishings except for an array of matresses scattered on the floor, and a small table littered with bottles.
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“Hi Craig.” she said as we passed in the hallway, “remember me?” It isn’t that I didn’t recognize her, it’s just that I didn’t expect to ever run into her again. Hilary had graduated from the university some four or five years earlier, and it is pretty unusual for former students to return to visit beyond a year or two after graduation.
“Well hello Hilary, what are you doing here?” I replied, a little surprised, since I didn’t remember her being overly friendly with me, especially since I was merely on the staff at this university, and not one of the faculty.
Hilary explained that she had been invited back to give a guest lecture to the current students on the life of a working actress on the road with bus and truck musicals.
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Just one more night,” she begged him.
He stood in the doorway, looked at her tear-streaked face with a certain amount of disdain. He knew he was about finished with her. She didn’t know that yet, evidently. Too bad.
“Come on, Brad. I can’t…I can’t believe that you don’t want to see me anymore. I know I can change your mind.” She smiled, even through her tears. “You still want me, don’t you?”
He eyed her body critically beneath the tight-fitting sweatclothes. As far as bodies went, it was a good one. When he had first seen her tight,firm flesh clearly revealed by a set of running tights, he’d known that he would get in, somehow.
It hadn’t been hard.
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