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... told the sisters something, hence the new restrictions. I ended up talking to James four times that week. He was telling me to hang tough. “Once you get past the hazing and bullshit, being part of a Greek organization is soooo worth it.” he kept telling me. I just was hot and bothered by hearing his husky voice telling me to wait for him and he will wait for me. At night I would touch myself for hours thinking about his hands on my thigh, his lips on my breast, and that southern husky voice moaning in my ear telling me to “lay back and let yourself go”. We had lunch a couple times on campus and he came to my restaurant for dinner twice (good tipper). On Thursday night I called him and told him to get alone and lock the door with the phone. I had never tried phone sex before, but I told him I was lying back in my bed, black tank top, super small red cheeky shorts, and tube socks. I was running my fingers through my clit getting juicy just thinking of him. I told him to get his cock out. I told him to describe it to me: thickness, veins, circumcised, etc. His breathing started getting heavier, labored. He told me to lick my fingers, he wanted to know what I tasted like, what I felt as I used two, three fingers. By that time I had four fingers frigging my g-spot and my first orgasm rolled through my body, “Ohhhhh shit!” was all he heard. “I can’t take this. I have to see you tomorrow, Noon. Come to the Library, I know a place we can go. I couldn’t say “Yes” quick enough, but ...

... he then added. “Could you do me a favor? Do you mind shaving?” I told him I waxed on Monday. We were both as giddy as school kids. We went to an older brother’s apartment a couple miles off campus. It was a spacious place with a large bedroom. The king-sized bed had these dark blue satin sheets and white body pillows. There was a master bathroom next to what must have been a walk-in closet. The blinds were drawn closed. I asked him if he wanted the lights on or off. “Leave them on, I want to see all of you.” he said as he took off his shirt exposing his lean, tanned chest, muscled shoulders. He stood there like an Adonis as he peeled of his jeans. Jockey sport shorts seemed painted on his pelvis except for his 7-8 inch protrusion. He was ready to go, the damn thing was pulling the elastic from his waist. I couldn’t wait to get that thing free. My camisole was on the floor, my shorts at my ankles, tennis shoes in the living room, and I was about to take off the tube socks when he said, “Leave them on, I think they’re hot.” He approached me, turned me around to face the large dresser mirror. The reflection of his left arm around my chest while his right hand slipped past my thong to massage my clit. “Have you been wet since last night?” “And all morning.” I responded, “I want you inside me, now.” James did not waste any time picking me up and throwing me on the bed. Swiftly, he had my legs apart, thong pushed to one side, and with one thrust he started pumping like an animal. I ...