She had a lighter load this semester with some upper division electives. He was in a tuxedo and she was in a flowing dress cut for free movement. She stroked it firmly and looked up at me, licking her lips before she opened her mouth and took me as far as she could inside. When the time came, I met her on campus in the music building, my tux in its rental bag over my shoulder. She moaned in relief as I sunk my whole length into her. “Fuck me good,” she growled as she tilted her pelvis up at me in shameless invitation. Did you just get back?”
“No, just had a late night. Sure enough, I was the only guy so it was easy for anyone to figure out who I was. Her head whipped back and forth on the pillow as she lost control and shouted her ecstasy. She turned to the side and to the back, as if she was presenting a new dress for fitting, then turned back to me. This outfit definitely didn’t leave much to doubt. I tiptoed across to the bathroom, grabbed what I wanted, and darted back to the wardrobe. It means a lot to me.”
“It was fun,” I smiled. I decided not to be outdone and that it was her turn to try
