She never knewthat not being touched could be so exhilarating. His teasing was leaving herin a state. Leaning over he kissed her open mouth slowly wit... passion. He worked hisway down to kiss and nibble her neck, sending chills throughout her body. Sheached for him, arching towards him, needing more. Ever slowly he kissed hisway down her body, reaching her hard nipples and softly biting each in turn. A warmth spread through her middle, she tensed and her pussy convulsed asshe felt a wetness. He said they did have it, but there was only one copy left, and it was only sold to certain people. He added that if they were the right people, they would know why, and what the word was. The women all smiled knowingly, and one of them whispered something I couldn't catch into the guy's ear. He smiled too, and took them into the back, leaving the shop to his assistant.I knew there was a back alley with a window that looked in to that area of the shop. It was dark now, and I went with my heart. When he sat down with her, she was surprised. “Hey, Lindsey. How are you?” “Kevin? Why are you sitting with me?” He reached a hand under the table and rubbed her knee. “I just wanted to see if you would rather get lunch off campus.” Lindsey didn't know what to say. At fifteen, she had been dieing to fuck him. Now he was more than willing. Had turning seventeen changed her that much? Or was it the fact that she had a child? “Really?” she asked. Kevin nodded. “Yeah. I have a SUV with back seats. The VLSI Design course was one that definitely held my interest this semester. It was totally new area of study for me, and I found it both challenging and rewarding. I dived into the assignment and tried to put the press out of mind.“Ready to call it a day?” Kelly asked from my doorway some time later.I looked up and realized it had started to get dark out. I glanced down at the problem I had just finished working through and then stood up and stretched.“Yes, I think I am. I got ‘in the zone’.
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