1. A New Day, A New You part 8


    Date: 2/25/2016, Categories: Fiction, Blowjob, Male / Older Female, Male/Female, massage, Violence, Author: P.O.I., Rating: 90, Source: sexstories.com

    disorderly conduct and inciting general douche baggery. Also a fist fighter, like a street boxer, got kicked out of three gyms growing up because even though he was good he did things the quick and dirty way, so it’s not just me. He’s done some singing, if you can call what he sounds like singing, which is how Jamal did some digging on him. I’m not against punk screeching but he sounds like his penis was caught in a blender. Jamal and I continue to joke and talk till he heads out leaving me alone on a school night. They say in life when it rains it pours, work out in the morning cancelled because of leaking in the workout room I was going to use thanks to the fucking rainstorm that decided to piss all over campus. I never had an umbrella but now I’m getting a work out running across campus, taking the car is ridiculous since there is no good parking, and thankfully I’m not the only one who is drenched and in need of a towel during a couple classes. That rain lasts a day and I’m into my Wednesday when Richard runs up to us looking a little concerned. “Stuart run,” he tells me and I pause confused. “Run? From what or to where,” I ask wondering what is going on. “Dude there is a scary ass woman roaming the campus looking for you,” He says and I chuckle,” No man she already sent a few from the emo crew running when one told her that her leather was a little worn.” “Leather and she’s hunting for me,” I ask and he nods,” Where?” “Stuart maybe we should head to your room or ...
    somewhere private,” Robin says but I’m up and moving after Richard. As I’m following Richard I am pretty sure of who is here for me and it makes me smile a bit. I see a small crowd of moving quickly away from the College bus stop and that’s when I see Kit in her full biker leathers sitting on her bike which rests on the sidewalk. There is a campus security car there and one of the guys is trying to tell her to move her bike. “Ma’am I’m going to ask you one last time to move your bike to the designated parking area,” the security tells her and she almost spits at him. “Good now I can figure out where to find him in peace and fucking quiet,” Kit tells him pulling out her phone. “Kit I am going to have to ask you to move your bike to the parking area, it’s scaring the students,” I tell her walking up. Ever see a dark rain cloud let sunlight through, that’s Kit’s reaction to me interrupting her with the security. She dismounts her bike and I have all of her 5’9” leather and jeans clad frame in my arms and I feel her biting my lip as she kisses me. I make it a point to hold her up off the ground as she wraps her legs around me and it’s only after a solid minute that she begins to unwrap herself from around me. “Where the fuck is your room and where do I fucking park my bike,” Kit asks annoyed. We hop on her bike and I direct her away from the security and have her park next to my bike. I point out my new car and she is unimpressed as I lead her to my room. Richard is already there with ...
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