Jack sighed hard. He easily had two more hours of slog to go and it was getting harder all the time. He needed to take a breather or he'd go crazy! He heard the key in the lock and stood up from his books. His watch said 11.00pm.
"Is there anyone here?" said a strange female voice. Well, one he hadn't heard before anyway.
"No. They're all out tonight," said his flat-mate. "It's just you, me and a banging head-board!"
Jack smiled. He loved it when Mitchell was in town, which was often. He'd known Mitchell all his life and as the years passed, he became a bit of a hero to him. Especially when they hit their teens and the soft, velvety delights of the neighbourhood girls were revealed to them. Mitchell had a way of talking the women into his car, his bed and into a wet state of heightened excitement.
Jack heard Mitchell's bed begin the rhythmic motion that had kept him up awake until the early hours. He knew that after throwing the woman on the bed he would have torn her underwear from her body and plunged his tongue into her sweet hole. He knew that because the woman had started panting.
"Fuck! Mitch, that is so fucking good, where did you learn to...oh!" as her head rolled back in her head and she was speechless from the pure pleasure running through her cunt from his attention to her clit. Mitch loved to get them hot and dripping before urgently mounting them!
