I'd had to tear myself away from the delights that home promised me and get to class. I'd left Samantha sleeping in her bed, midmorning light dancing on her naked body. I think, on some level I needed to get away to clear my head. That didn't end up happening.
I went back upstairs and got my backpack together. The morning was sunny and blue as I started towards the University. The building where my first class was was only about eight blocks from home and I loved the walk. Just before I got to the Thorngren building, a fast, red sportscar blasted past me on the street. It was Adam Johnson, some kind of star jock. I had him in a philosophy class and he was always arranging parties and talking to women... the kind of women I had never had. He had one, Amanda Whitmore, in his car right now. She was a bombshell. Long blonde hair and bright blue eyes. She was about 5'6" and pretty little, probably only 105 pounds. She had fairly small, pert breasts and that attitude that said "I'm a fantastic fuck, and you'll never have any."
I got into the Thorngren building and started down the hall.
"Hey!" I turned around as Kimberly bounced up to me. She was a friend of mine I'd known for a long time. She grew up here, too, but went to a different high school. Kimberly was pretty round, a little overweight, with long black hair and a big smile. I think she had always been hot for me, but I didn't know. She wasn't really my type. As I said, she was a little fat. Her breasts though, had always been a wonder to me. At least double D's, they looked particularly huge on her 5'0" frame. I had always considered playing around with her just to get some of those tits.
"Hi, Kimberly!" She had the same class I did. "Hows things?"
"Great! Say, I was wondering if you could get together with me tonight... I need some phil help."
"Tonight..." I wondered what tonight might hold for me. "Maybe. I have a couple hours right after this class... how about then?"
"Sure!" Her shirt was a little tight and her tits were straining to get out. I really wanted to help them.
Class was a little boring. It was one of those "everyone has to take this" courses that I could probably pass in my sleep. I couldn't concentrate. The feeling of my mother's lips and fingers stroking and teasing me kept filling my mind. The sight of my come dripping off her nipples, and later, watching her spoon the white cream off her breasts with her fingers, sucking the juice like it was icing. At 11:50 the prof dismissed us and we all poured into the halls. I noticed Amanda Whitmore's fine ass swaying right in front of me in the hall.
I had a few hours until my next class, and I could feel the heat inside me, reawakened by an hour of remembering my mother's soft caress.
We started walking back to Kimberly's house. I thought it would was time to have some fun. She was close enough that her presence in the cave was pretty bright. We were talking about class, and I was having trouble concentrating on building a thought to send. Finally, in a little pause in conversation.
I hope we fool around some when we get back to my place
It was a little sophomoric, I guess, but I couldn't think of anything better. The thought slid into her with incredible ease.
I really want him.
The thought was almost sucked into her shadow. Maybe I was just re-enforcing thoughts she already had.
Her parent's house was really nice, with three stories above ground and a finished basement. There was a pool out back and the front had a white picket fence and everything. Kim's mom was working on some weeds in the garden as we came in. Her mom looked a little like Kim, with long black hair and medium sized breasts, but Kim's mother was much trimmer. I think she was an aerobics instructor or something. She smiled and we said our hellos before we went in.
Kim's room was pretty big, with long, lacy curtains and shelves full of unicorns and pegasi. The majority of her room was taken up by a huge bed, draped with a pink duvet and covered in pillows. A small private bathroom came off the bedroom near the door.
We dumped our backpacks and pulled out books. We plopped down on the bed and started going through something, I wasn't really paying attention. I was having trouble figuring out what thought to send her. I had this perfect picture in mind, but I couldn't quite put it into the right phrasing for it to be her thought. I wish I could send pictures.
Heck, why couldn't I? I formulated a picture of me standing near the bed and Kim kneeling in front of me with my cock in her mouth. One hand was on my dick and the other she had in her own pussy, rubbing her clit. In the little vision, just as I began to pump cum down her throat she started cumming, her body wracked with little twitching shudders. I tried to slide the picture towards her shadow, and it went, but it was like pushing furniture through a tight corridor. I could practically hear the fingernails-on-chalk sound as the picture slid into her.
