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Felicity Jones
(Dee Dawning)

  "Lor-rd have mercy. Ain't she something."

     Adam knew immediately of whom Devon's deep voice spoke and his glance down the rows of tiered seats to the entrance of the quick filling lecture hall confirmed it. It was her...the cock tease to end all cock teases, Felicity Jones, dressed as usual, to kill, in her Saks Fifth Avenue winter college sophomore splendor. Today, her long blond hair was up, with curls high on her head perfectly coiffured with two strategic ringlets trailing down each cheek, affording her the appearance of an innocent adolescent. 

     Yes, she appeared innocent, even virginal, but he suspected she was far from innocent. Nothing he could put his finger on it, but something told him if he was ever fortunate enough to get in her pants, she'd show him a few things he didn't already know. 

     Her shocking blue eyes panned the hall and he watched. When her eyes met his, she scrunched her nose as if detecting an unpleasant odor. Isn't she something? Heading to the center aisle and looking up at them, she fashioned her most innocent Mona Lisa smile as her foot rose and stepped on the first stair tread. 

     His head shook in disbelief. God, she's hot. There ought to be a law against looking that good. So good that guys like him obsess over her day and night.

     He'd like to wring her neck. No, what he really wanted was to stick his hard cock in her mouth and cum down her throat. Then he'd like to fuck her. 

     From the first time he laid eyes on her, he wanted to fuck her. 

     Mesmerized, he watched her fine legs step one foot after the other as she ascended the stairs. She looked good enough to eat in her skimpy low hung plaid mini-skirt, showing off her sensuous perfectly rounded midriff from mound to bosom. A white blouse, tied under her breasts, calf high, black suede leather boots and a black sweater the arms of which tied around her neck, completed her seductive outfit.   

     Devon chuckled and nudged him. "I ask you, is the girl half dressed or half naked?" 

     He chuckled. "I'm an optimist. She's half naked." 

     Devon laughed. "I agree. The way she dresses makes poor hapless dudes like us hunger to see the part we can't see, but only imagine." 

     "True brother, but when I see her at night in my bed, she ain't hiding anything." They high fived each other and laughed.

     Devon and he met two and a half years ago and gravitated to each other immediately. That's why they decided to room together off campus. Oh yeah, Devon would like to fuck Felicity, too. Then again what unattached, red blooded, heterosexual, American male on campus wouldn't. She was a sexy thang and she knew it, parading around her sensuous half naked body with her pearl pendant dangling from her navel and a sexy fleur de lis tattoo surrounding it.  

     Devon nudged him. "She looks doubly delectable today. And with that smile, especially mischievous," He added.  

     Adam hitched his head to their left. "Yeah she does, let's move into the aisle so she can't miss us."

     "Good idea." As they slid out to the aisle, Devon waved and yelled, "Fellie."