A Problem in Russel Hall, part 1
There's something strange about Kayla. Besides sucking me off in the middle of the night, that is.It was 4:22 in the morning, and I couldn’t sleep. I knew it had been a mistake to do a Thirsty Thursday the day before a test. Ricky, down the hall, had brought in some friends from home, the chemistry boys had played flip cups, and of course I’d done shots with everyone else. Ricky’s friend from high school, Kayla, had been super-hot, with a super-curvy body and long, wavy brown hair, and even though I only knew her f...