I hate being late I thought as I pulled the appetizer form the back seat and headed for the party. I could hear the music and laughter coming form the backyard as I walked from the car. I was sweating already on this steamy humid night. Being late and rushing will do that do you.
Chris and I were laying in bed and he started kissing me. It was very sweet; he was being very loving. He was looking into my eyes, softly touching me, telling me I was beautiful and how much he loved me. I started touching his dick because what he said made me want him.
Also, remember, if you do better on this test than the previous one, I will drop your first test grade and count this one twice. No excited responses. He moved to his desk, settling in for his afternoon break.
It was nearing graduation and soon Rick would have his engineering degree. He was deep in the job search trying to find something, anything, in todays poor economy. He thought he was a resonably good candidate for a job as he had fairly good grades, some experience, was willing to relocate, and had nothing tying him down. He did not even have a girlfriend. With all the studying he had to do for engineering he never had time to date which meant he also had never gotten laid.