It’s the middle of final’s week at the U. In a frantic phone call, I told him all about the neighbor’s dog being poisoned. It just sent me into freak-out land.
We had already agreed not to fuck until my Poly Sci final was over on Fri. He didn’t even try to grope me. He came over just to give me a hug.
We sat on the couch. Me in his lap. Being held. Then he led me back to my desk and kissed my forehead.
“Friday, your pussy is mine, Baby.”
With a wink he was gone.
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