It wasn’t the feeling of “I want to fuck this girl” that I’d come to know over the past year or so. xxx Remember me?”
“Oh, sorry, Tom,” she said, still somewhat distracted. So, it looked like I was going to get to spend Thanksgiving stranded in my dorm room. “That feels nice, Tom,” she whispered. I shifted my attention and one hand lower, just to confirm, but we were both still fully dressed. But, um, I need you to turn around.” I grinned at her with my thumbs hooked in the waist band of my sweats. On top of that, she had also been called into her academic advisor’s office the week before for a “pre-probationary” chat, and she’d let the whole thing slip to her sister, who of course passed the information along to their parents.
