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  She woke up in a cold sweat, her heart pounding as she rolled over and stared at the empty, still made bed of her roommate. It was three a.m. and it took her almost another hour to relax and get back to sleep.

  "I'm going to report her missing," she told Howard the next morning over coffee. "I'm worried about her. I'm afraid something bad has happened to her."

  He chuckled and patted her hand to reassure her. "Take it easy, darling," he told her. "I'm sure she is fine. She's probably off on some fling with some guy that captured her attention, you know how she is."

  "Howard, she is in enough trouble for staying out without a pass, as it is," Diana insisted. "If she's just being irresponsible, well then, she'll be embarrassed and a little angry with me for awhile. But if she isn't..." Howard sighed, unable to argue with her logic. After they finished their coffee they took a walk over to the administration building and asked to talk to Damon Knight, the Dean of Students and a history professor.

  He was a tall, strikingly handsome man with a rugged, weather-beaten cast to his features and a harsh, penetrating glare in his eyes. As they sat before his desk, he listened to Diana's story, his eyes shifting from her to Howard, intensely inspecting them, giving them the impression that he was taking it all in.

  When Diana finished, he spoke in a soft but firm voice. "She often takes off over night, doesn't she," he said with a quiet chuckle in his voice. "I am familiar with Miss Morrow, you see. She isn't the most stable of girls and not very concerned with the learning part of college life, is she?"

  Diana started to protest but he put up his hand and relaxed, settling back in his big, leather chair. "I'm sure there is a logical, if rather childish explanation for all this," he said evenly. "I'll check around and get back to you, all right? And thank you for bringing this to my attention."

  That was that and he quickly ushered them out of his office. They walked on to their first class, Miss Abaddon's, Howard satisfied but Diana still concerned. As they entered the room and took their places, Howard shook his head over Tina's actions.

  "He knows the score," he sighed. "He'll track her down, I wouldn't worry about it. Tina keeps this up, though, they'll toss her right out of school."

  "He didn't strike me as very worried about it, almost as if he knew exactly what to do. I just don't feel right about it, darling. I don't feel right at all."

  Howard was about to say something, then Miss Abaddon entered the room and he let it go as the class began. He spent the next forty minutes watching the strange transformation come over Diana as she sat and listened to Lamia lecture. If the truth were known, he was more concerned over her than Tina. She was becoming more and more involved in this course and its teacher and that worried him. He couldn't put his finger on it, but there was something he didn't like about Lamia Abaddon and he knew he didn't care for what was happening to Diana because of it, at all. He didn't want to say anything, he knew she would just tease him about being jealous and he actually didn't know if that wasn't true. But still, it was something uneasy that made him worried and feel distant from his lover and he could not help being anxious.

  Diana was unaware of how he felt, for he concealed his fears from her completely. She herself found nothing wrong with her intense interest in the class and its teacher. She had taken to visiting with her after class, sometimes even going to her office to ask a question about something she didn't understand or wanted to know more about.

  The woman had acted very kind and seemed to enjoy Diana's company. She had given her suggestions for outside reading and had complimented her on a paper she had written.

  "It is obvious that you have a talent for this subject," Lamia had cooed softly in her warm, compelling voice, that gave the young girl goose bumps on her arms. "I think that you are an excellent candidate for a deeper involvement in this field. There are so many wonders you can't even imagine."

  Gradually she began to spend more and more time with the woman, to the point, a few days after Tina's disappearance, where she kept Howard waiting in a local bar for over an hour while she talked with Lamia in her office.

  She hadn't even realized what she had done until she arrived, almost in a daze, it seemed to him. He held his temper and bought her a glass of wine after she sat down. She went into this long, involved explanation of what she had talked about with Lamia and he let her go on until he couldn't take it anymore.

  "Is that why you kept me sitting here, bored out of my mind for over an hour," he finally broke in, his voice tense and strained. "It seems you want to spend more time with her than me, these days."

  "Oh, Howard, darling, you know that isn't true," she said, her voice full of impatience for his anger. "I'm just really, really excited about the course, that's all."

  "It doesn't appear that way," he insisted. "After all, a few days ago you were going crazy over Tina's disappearance, now, it looks like you've forgotten all about it!"

  She jerked back as if being slapped and her mouth dropped open. "My God, you're right," she said in a shocked voice. "I did forget about it! Wow, that's weird!"

  "It sure is, seeing that you share the same room. Well, I called Dean Knight up, he told me she dropped out, went home."

  "That's impossible, I mean, she didn't even say goodbye. All her stuff is still in the room! I know it is," Diana insisted. "I want to go check it right now!"

  Before Howard could say anything she was up and out the door, him trailing behind. They made their way down the slippery hill to her dorm and quickly took the elevator up to their floor. She went straight to Tina's closet when she opened the door and pulled back the panel. It was empty. She checked her dresser and found it bare, also. Everything that had belonged to the other girl was gone. Diana sat down on her bed, eyes staring straight ahead, almost in a state of shock. "That's impossible, impossible," she said softly, over and over. "I don't understand. Not even a note or anything! It's not real, just not real!"

  Howard sat down beside her and put his arms around her. "Take it easy, baby," he whispered lovingly. "The way I understand it, she ran off with some guy. It's not all that weird, it was what she was really looking for in the first place, wasn't it?"

  He turned her chin to face him and smiled warmly. "She'll get in touch, once she has settled down, I'm sure of it," he told her. He bent forward and pressed his lips to hers in a gentle kiss.

  "Ohhh, Howard, Howard," she moaned softly. She stifled a sob and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Hold me, darling, kiss me! Ohh, I need your love right now. I need it very badly!"

  Gently their lips roamed back and forth across each other. She was shivering with the impact of the information of Tina's leaving and a building, churning desire for him that had been kept in check for days. "Lock the door, darling," she hissed urgently. He got up from the bed and went over to the door. He turned the lock and slipped out of his coat as she did the same, still sitting on the bed. She opened her arms wide and smiled wickedly at him. "Come over here, you sex maniac," she giggled girlishly.

  Quickly he made the few steps across the room and rejoined her on the bed. He took her into his arms again and crushed his mouth hungrily down on hers. He felt her shiver and heard her sigh as he moved his lips back and forth over her luscious, succulent petals and ran his tongue greedily over her even, white teeth.

  Eagerly the girl parted her teeth and allowed his seeking arrow to slither past them. He slashed urgently at her own, moist, pink dart, his mouth grinding almost painfully against hers, while his rough, demanding prong rolled and entwined around her own in a dance of passion.

  She held his face with her smooth, soft fingers and rocked her head from side to side. Their tongues licked and curled about each other and she could feel the fever rising in her loins as her heart began to quicken its pace and she could hear his labored breathing as his own passion began to take hold.

  "Ahhh, Jesus, I love to kiss you," he gasped in pleasure. He ran his hands down over her back, gripping her warm, pulsating flesh through her
blouse. "It makes me feel so damn good just kissing you, Diana! So damn good!"

  She chuckled in satisfaction and moaned softly as she felt his fingers dancing tentatively at the swell of her luscious bottom. She shivered with delight when he slithered his fingertips over her jutting buttocks and curled them beneath her darling cheeks. He closed his fingers over the spongy half moons and squeezed them lovingly, feeling the warmth of her desire rippling through the soft mounds.

  She was wearing a pair of tight ski pants and she sighed in pleasure as his long, manly fingers continued to grip and massage her bottom. She could feel the tiny dot of her moist, warm asshole quivering under his touch and the fever of wanting was steadily growing warmer in her aching womb.

  "Yes, darling, yes, yes," she moaned softly, her voice tense with passion. "I need your love, I need it now! Ohhh, God, Howard, it's been so long, so damn long!"

  He laughed softly, knowing that it was less than a week ago that they last made love, but he understood how she was feeling quite well. His balls were pounding at a quickening rate and his cock was growing hard just sitting there touching her.

  He moaned softly as a tortured throb raced through his shaft and he slid one of his hands up and over her quivering thigh, riding his seeking digits down along the tight pants to her inner limb. She sighed as a spasm of desire rippled through her leg and his hand gently caressed her limb, gripping the thigh tightly and massaging it lovingly.

  Tenderly he rode his fingers over her parted legs, slithering the flat of his hand up and down over her hot, throbbing pussy mound. She gasped as the wild, powerful feeling raced through her loins when she felt the manly fingers tickling her pounding hillock. Gently he rubbed her aching mound, the heel of his hand lovingly riding up and down until she was squirming uncontrollably on the bed, her legs opening and closing spasmodically beneath his determined caress. "Oooo, darling, darling, that's so nice," she whispered erotically, fluttering her full, luscious lips against his own in a sensual manner. "Ummmm, I love it when you do that! It just makes me tingle all over!"

  He thrilled to her words, a tremor of lust racing along his loins and his hand cupped over her warm, almost wet pussy mound and he squeezed it passionately while his mouth dropped from her moist lips to her creamy, elegant neck, kissing it deeply, inhaling the sweet perfume that rose from her warm, fevered flesh.

  His other hand slithered back up along her spine then danced around to the front of her body. She moaned as she felt him lightly caressing her breasts through her blouse. She was not wearing a bra and when his hand passed over her small, pert nipples they grew firm and erect, digging into his palm through the thin material of her blouse.

  She moaned in pleasure as he gripped the round, luscious globes, his fingers digging in and kneading them with a hungry fever of wanting. She swayed gently as he massaged the proud, defiant spheres and he Could feel them trembling under his touch as she arched her back and thrust her tits against his working hand.

  She slithered her own fingers down across his chest, unbuttoning his shirt as she went along, dragging her nails across his flesh, tracing a lazy path in his skin that sent aching fires of delight roaring through his balls and pounding in his groin.

  She dropped her lovely palm over the thick, bulge in the front of his pants and he gasped as he felt the pressure of her delicate hand bearing down on the throbbing mound. She curled her fingers around the bulge and gripped his prick tightly in her fist. A spasm of almost unbearable delight shook his loins and he moaned hotly, bucking his body against her attentive digits.

  "Yeah, yeah, that's good, that's real good," he gasped in a strained voice as she slithered her kneading fingers up and down over his shaft. "Ohhh, Diana, Diana, you drive me crazy, baby! Just fucking crazy!"

  She loved to hear that from him and she gently pinched the tip of his prick between her thumb and forefinger, delighting in the way he shook and quivered involuntarily as she played with his thick, aching helmet.

  Feverishly his hand fumbled with the buttons to her blouse, almost tearing them free as he tried desperately to reveal her magnificent boobs. He pulled the folds of her garment from her pants and spread them apart, exposing the luscious spheres to his greedy eyes and hungry fingers.

  The sweet mounds rose and fell, jiggling enticingly as she sighed and groaned with the angry fires that were churning in her loins. He rubbed his palm over the creamy, smooth globes, gripping them tightly with his fingers, feeling the joyous thrill of her tits responding to his caress. He pulled on her nipples with his fingers, rolling the tender nuggets back and forth until she was rocking and groaning under his lusty attack.

  He pushed and pulled on the ample boobs, each touch of his hand sending yet another spark of stinging ecstasy careening through her flesh and her own hand was busily fumbling with his belt and zipper to get at his thick, pounding cock hidden inside of his pants and underwear.

  "Yes, darling, yes, yes," she sighed contentedly as he continued to massage and caress her trembling tits. "Oooo, I love that! Uh-huh, uh-huh, that's it, that's it!"

  She pulled his zipper down and spread apart his pants. She ran her fingers inside of his underpants and curled them around his hard, hot pole. He groaned loudly as he felt the marvelous digits making contact with his tortured rod and he gasped with an intense delight as she pulled his prick free from the confinement of his clothing and held it gently in the palm of her hand.

  "So big and sweet," she cooed softly, stroking the thick, throbbing cock with the tips of her fingers. "I love the way it beats so powerfully in my hand. Oooo, darling, do I like all of this prick! Do I ever!"

  He shook violently as her fingers ran up and down over his aching prick. She slithered the tips of her digits across his thick, engorged helmet, pinching it tenderly as she caressed it, sending a wild, stinging sensation through his prick that was almost too good to stand.

  Hungrily he slipped his hand between her pants and panties, digging his fingers deep down, until he could feel the damp, slippery mound of her throbbing womb, wet already with the dripping steam of love juice that poured from her moist cave. She shuddered uncontrollably as his hand slid lovingly over her pounding hillock. She felt his fingers tapping against her wet, swollen cunt petals and she bucked her trembling lips against the seeking spears, groaning and sighing in pleasure as she felt them lazily caressing her steaming pit.

  She felt his mouth sliding down to the tops of her heaving breasts. He slithered out his tongue and ran it between the precious globes, his teeth nipping playfully at her warm, alabaster flesh. She gasped as he darted his tongue against a single nipple, enjoying the way the sweet nugget quivered and seemed to burst with pleasure in response.

  He moved his mouth over the thick, hard pebble and caught it between his teeth. He slashed at the trapped stone with his tongue and sucked hard on the tiny nub, making her body ache with need and boiling with the passion he was creating in her.

  "Kiss them, darling, kiss my tits," she moaned loudly, mashing her breasts against his willing mouth. "Ohh, God, it feels good, Howard! Kiss them, kiss them good!"

  He sucked hard on the trapped boob, licking and lathering it with his rough, sandpapery spear while his hand gently rode the cleft between her thick, slippery pussy petals, rolling and turning lovingly against them in a slow, sensual rhythm of love.

  He pressed his thumb down on her wet, twitching clit and the girl almost leaped from the bed, sighing in aching pleasure as the knob of his thumb rolled back and forth over the creamy button and his fingers continued to probe the entrance to her boiling tunnel.

  Her body felt on fire and she dropped her free hand to his hard, thick ball bag, cupping it lovingly in the palm of her hand. She closed her fingers around the tight sack, rolling his nuts between her lovely, soft fingers. He almost cried out as, a delicious agony tore through his tortured balls and he was sweating freely now with the heated passion that was consuming him.

  "Ahhh, yeah, baby, yeah, yeah," he groaned in ple
asure as he felt her squeeze his balls in her tiny fist. "You're so great, Diana! You're so damn great! Jesus, that feels good! So God damn good!"

  Greedily he spread the creamy, warm lips of her throbbing pussy apart and slithered a single finger beyond her trembling entrance. He felt her stiffen with the penetration of his demanding spear and heard her moan softly in tortured pleasure.

  Gently he drove the stiff, thick prong deeper into her warm, tight canal. She bucked violently under the plunging shaft and her strong, gripping cunt muscles flexed spasmodically around the spear, pulling it inside of her, urging him on. He twirled and twisted the prong until he had buried it to the hilt in her quaking cave and was tickling her inner walls with the hard probe.

  She rocked her darling ass up and down on the bed as he began to pump the digit in and out of her dripping tunnel. She shivered and moaned with the aching, wonderful sensations she was feeling and her pussy was growing hotter and hotter with each loving stroke of the marvelous tool.

  "Oooo, baby, baby, that's so good," she giggled happily. She pressed her luscious tits hard against his kissing mouth and gripped his prick tightly in her sweet, soft fist. "Uh-huh, oh, yes, yes, Howard! More of that, more! Harder, baby, harder!"

  She was thrashing about so violently that he could hardly keep his finger inside of the tight, hot cave as she bounced on the bed. He buried his finger to the depths of her sweet, moist pit once more and kissed her breasts with a fevered passion, nipping and licked the creamy globes in an orgy of pleasure.

  "Let's get out of these God damn clothes," she gasped, pushing him away from her in urgent need. "Come on, darling, come on! I want to feel your naked body next to mine right now! I need it, Howard, oh, God, how I need it now!"

  She reached down and pushed her ski pants and panties down over her long, elegant legs, sliding the clothing from her dainty feet in one smooth, fluid motion. She shrugged out of her blouse and then helped him pull his pants off and tore his shirt down over his arms. She was caught in a frenzy of aching lust and could think of nothing but the sensual pleasure of his body tightly wrapped around hers.