As she ran the almost fell and heard some students laugh as she tried to play the whole thing off. Her backpack dangled from her shoulder and she kept running trying to get a hold of the best Robert Frost books before her other classmates would.
A few minutes later, was busy in the school library desperately searching for books of poetry from the famous Robert Frost. She was supposed to do a long essay about one of his poems but had no idea which one to do and lately she procrastinated, waiting until the last minute to finish her work.
As she searched, she heard a small giggle coming from behind a bookshelf. She looked around trying to pin point the laughter. Slowly, she crept closer and closer to the sound and discovered Dylan Fulton with his hands inside of Ashley Thompson's shirt. Dylan was a star quarter back for the college football team and Ashley was the pretty redheaded cheerleader. They made a gorgeous couple of course. Ashley wore her tiny short skirt and a little button up white top. Dylan had his dark slacks and a nice button up shirt on. His big hands were inside of Ashley's top as they made out and she giggled, but not because it was funny, but because she loved Dylan's hands on her tits.
Marissa watched inventively feeling her mouth water. Dylan was a very sexy young man whom she'd always fantasized of sleeping with. Ashley was someone she'd fantasized of being like. Marissa had never really had a boyfriend throughout her teen years. She figured once in college everything would change, but apparently that wasn't the case. Everyone was still in a certain "group;" The jocks, the nerds, the cheerleaders, the troublemakers, and the outcasts. It was high school all over again.
Dylan's moans could be heard very faintly as Ashley rubbed his cock over his pants. Marissa bit her lip wanting so desperately to know what Dylan's cock looked like. She wondered about the size, the color, the taste