In work on the Monday after our night out clubbing, I could barely look at Craig, especially when he started bragging about giving 'some lesbo an orgasm.' I wanted to say something and defend a person's sexual choices, but didn't have the courage and didn't want his attention drawn to me. I sought Pamela out, asking if she would go to lunch with me as I had...
Chapter 4 I slowly awoke to the feel of hands caressing my tits. I drowsily looked up and was surprised to find that it was Chad. "What happened to not liking me?" "Who said I didn't like you?" he said, continuing to caress my tits. He leaned down and began nibbling along my jaw. "I may be an asshole but that never meant I didn't think you were sexy." "Yo...
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