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"Taking his cock into my mouth, my heart paced. God was it exhilarating.As cock made his way down my throat, I swapped it deep, taking him to the base."Oh God," he moaned as I softly cupped his dangling balls in my hand."Suddenly hearing a door open a floor or two down, I quickly withdrew his cock from my throat, while pronouncing a loudish gag in the process. Quickly pulling his pants back up, we went down a level and entered the floor below us looking for another stop to have a bit of fun in.Making our way down the hall, we made a sharp left into the cubby where the ice and vending machines were. It was another longish L shaped hallway, with the ice machine down the first portion and the vending machines around the other. Walking towards the vending machines, Alex threw himself on me. Our lips meeting, tongues dancing.Making out furiously, he pushed me against the vending machine."Fuck me here," I moaned as our lips parted. "I'm still lubed up..."Before I could finish, Alex started. Vee brought us a cup of tea again in the morning, smiling as she saw us together. Sian gave her a 'thumbs up' sign, which I pretended not to see.Thursday was quite a long day of lectures, and then I went round to Sian's and stayed the night again. Our technique was a little better this second time; there were fewer stops and restarts, and as I was less nervous I enjoyed it more.We realised while we were fucking that her bed was bumping against the wall and making a very rhythmical noise that betrayed what we were doing; indeed Vee warned us the next morning that she had heard us quite clearly.Vee was a really nice girl. I was beginning to feel quite at ease with her, and no longer covered everything up when she came in with the early morning tea. I also fancied her, but I knew there was no future in fancying your girlfriend's flatmate!On the Friday night, we took the time to remove the mattress from the bed frame, unbolt the bed head and base, and store the pieces on top of Sian's.
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