*Lucas*
Amanda was there when we arrived at the dorm Sasha and she shared, but she saw our flushed states and the fact I had Sasha wrapped around me like cling plastic, and quickly stood with the book she'd been reading.
“I'm going to go bake something in the washing machine," Amanda said, scampering out of the dorm and closing the door firmly behind her. She even did us the courtesy of locking it.
“Your friend has good instincts," I murmured in Sasha's ear, squeezing her ass tightly and pulling her hard against my erection before tumbling her to her bed. I followed her down, kissing her, cupping her breasts through her sweater.
“Too many clothes," Sasha complained, starting to wriggle her way out of her sweater.
I couldn't have agreed with her more. I stripped off my own sweater and
