Today is the 2nd day of my 2nd year at the U of O. I'm sitting in class with my arms over my nipples because my tits are hard and I don't want anyone to see.  We're working in groups and John asked me to work with him.  I'm going insane! I keep looking at his pants and I can't focus.  He is totally unaware and keeps asking me why I'm not working.

John is an average guy with a nice tan.  He is 5 feet 8 inches with sexy green eyes.  This is his first year here because he used to live in Colorado.  His talents include swimming, hiking, playing guitar, and making me wet.  (He doesn't realize the last one.) 

I was assigned as his "student helper." My job is to help him get into the routine and to help him find his classes (I'm in quite a few of them).  Anyway, we start working on our lab assignment and end up finishing with extra time.  He asks me if I want to have lunch with him. There is nothing I'd like to do more, but tell him no.  I'm afraid he'll figure out I like him and I don't want him to feel awkward around me.  He looks disappointed, but says nothing.  Class ends and he goes with his friends to the cafe. 

It's been a week since I've talked to him. Today I decide to find out if he has a girlfriend.  Since History is taught by a lazy teacher, it is not difficult to openly talk to him.  I ask him why he left Colorado and he says because he didn't want to be around his ex-girlfriend.  He explains that they had been going out since their first day of high school and the breakup was painful because he'd experienced a lot of firsts with the girl.

I say I feel bad for him and ask him if he's found someone else.  He smiles and says yeah, that he met her the other day.  He tells me her name is Sarah Harrison.  I think I am going to die.  Sarah happens to be the person I share a dorm with. 

Feeling mad and disappointed I stop talking to him and after class head to my dorm for a word with Sarah. I get distracted on the way there and by the time I arrive, I find John there waiting to be let in.  We come in and I close the door.  Sarah comes out of her room, thanks me for letting him in, and pulls him into her room, closing the door.  It doesn't take long for me to hear her screaming.  I get wet thinking about what John must be doing to her and my hand finds its way to my pussy.  I come and come pretending my hands are his.  When I come to, I notice that the noise is gone and hurry into the shower.

To my surprise, John sticks his head through the curtain and asks if he can join me.  Thinking that he has had enough pleasure for one day, I get mad and tell him so.  (I am jealous of Sarah thinking that they had had sex.)  He realizes what I have been thinking and says she is selfish and only wants to be pleasured.  She has come and doesn't want to return the favor.  (This makes me forget my anger and focus on my desire.)

I figure that he probably has a load he wants to get out.  Pulling him into the shower by his dick, I move my hands to his ass and start shoving a finger