Hell, Yes

As Barb sips her drink, the realization she hasn’t gotten laid since her sister died, hits her.

She orders another drink and sets her sights on the slightly **** boy drinking next to her. He is short, not more than five six, and a bit stocky.

“Hi! I’m Barb.”

“Timothy.” He slurs.

“Want to go back to my room and fuck?”

Barb smiles. He seems stunned by the question. He recovers quickly.

“Hell yah.”

Barb leads him back to the room and puts a tie on the door handle.

She slides down his pants and is pleased. He is a furrier than she likes, but his cock is above average. She wraps her lips around it and feels it grow hard in her mouth.

He bends her over on the bed and enters her. Soon he is jackhammering her.

“Fuck! Fuck yes!”

Barb here’s the click of the door and sees her roommate looking aghast.

“Fuck! Don’t you know what a fucking tie means! Oh, fuck.”

She hears Jerry run off, sobbing.

“Fucking mood killer.” Barb mumbles under her breath.

Just as Timothy picks up the pace, Barb hears a disembodied voice.

“Barb, time for class.”

Barb turns her head and looks back at Timothy. “Fucking finish!”

He obliges and she feels his warm cum on her back.

She quickly throws clothes on. She feels guilty about Jerry, but she has class.