I didn’t know what time it was, but knew I shouldn’t still be in bed. It was Wednesday and I had class. As his fingers slipped inside me, I half opened on of my eyes to see the morning sunshine filling my bedroom. He pulled my thong to the side and pushed two fingers deeper and harder between my legs. I felt like I was still dreaming, the rhythm of his hand gently lulling me out of my sleep and into a perfect orgasm, soaking my pussy and underwear.
Working at the strip club had given me enough money to move out of home, and I’d found a room with a group of second year college guys. I’d arrived at the apartment the day before to drop off my bags and collect my key from Brad, one of the guys in the flat. I’d not met him before. He was in his 20’s, tall, blond and hot. And I could tell straight away that he liked me.