I didn’t have a clue. In the fall we won intramural football. Sex Too nervous to go down on her, I kissed the soft skin inside her right hip and down her leg. I loved sucking it into my mouth. Her fingers were firm and the pressure from them was almost painful. She had a nice enough personality, gave an exceptional back-rub and was petite enough to walk on your back to stretch it out. “The Plague.” Anyone who spotted her headed toward the dorm, would yell, “Here comes ‘The Plague'”, and you would begin to hear doors slamming and locking down every hallway. I kissed her softly. One of these girls was a little Jewish girl from Philadelphia. I kissed her face, her neck, and her shoulders. A face smiling with contentment. I didn’t have a clue. I didn’t have a clue. A feeling of accomplishment came over me. I slid further down the bed so that my tongue was close enough to her entrance to enter her. At first this was kind of nice. Although when together as a group, everyone avoided her, when we were alone in our room or when she managed to escape our “early warning” system, we would be cordial and graciously accept one of her fine back-rubs.
