Back Room

Sissy shifted down onto her knees, closed her eyes and bared her throat, while Eric dug his fingers into her soft, blonde hair.


I could feel my cock pushing hard against the front of my pants. “People talk about you,” I said, and she laughed and nodded.


That dorm room had one redeeming feature. Laying on my bed in the evening, when the sun was just going down, the light would somehow reflect and carry to my window a full view into Lew Hatcher’s room, three floors above mine.