Cornered, all that EZ could do was wince, raise his arms defensively, and shut his eyes.
Time passed, and he dared look once more. Then he realized what was wrong.
He had lost his toga of towel, and was standing before Terry stark naked.
Oh, God, I'm dead, he worried. "I'm so sorry. I'll get my towel."
Terry raised a halting hand. "No. I will." She used her bat to drag the towel towards her, then picked it up.
The grim blankness with which she was regarding him was unnerving. "Ah ... my towel, please?"
"EZ, there is nothing shameful about the human body. I'm an art student. I study nude anatomy all the time."
"Ah, look, I'm sorry to have upset you, I'll just put my clothes on and get out."
She gave a small smile and went to the door. "That would be totally pointless, I'm afraid. It's evening. There's simply nothing we can do about this situation until nine o'clock tomorrow morning." She locked and bolted it. "You may as well stay the night."
EZ felt perplexed. This was one very quick turnaround. "Ah ... could you put down that bat?" he hoped.
She smirked and chuckled. "You know, it's funny about this bat." She held it straight up and began to stroke it. "It's a Louisville Slugger. The instant I laid eyes on it, I thought 'My God, it's so fucking enormous, so much power ... I've just got to have it.' It was love at first sight."
She tossed the bat onto the bed, and then began to do some petty moaning and catlike squirming and stretching. "You know ... these clothes of mine are awfully tight and constricting. I'm cool with you being naked, so ... I hope you won't mind my taking all my own clothes off. Please?" She batted her eyes at him with a wry little smile. "May I?"
"Ah ... sure, go ahead -- "
Terry did not tarry. She sat on the bed and kicked her shoes right off, pushing her socks off after them. Then she stood and with rocking hips shucked her shorts and panties straight down and kicked them away. Then in a twinkling she crossed her arms and flung her shirt off her blessedly braless body.
EZ felt the wind socked out of him. EZ had to wonder at the strength of her spine, to so easily hold aloft her opera hall balcony's worth of blimplike bazooms. The cheery soft-red eraser-hard nipples set in palm-width areolae seemed to form a gigantic pair of very happy, friendly eyes. This indeed was the long-renowned legend of the Winck University uberbabe, standing before him in the naked flesh.
"You know, EZ," Terry said in a low, somehow smoky register, "I don't think Eliza is coming anytime soon ... and if you will permit my saying so ... that is one hell of a Louisville Slugger you've got sticking out from between your legs. As a woman, I feel naturally ... curious about it. I'd like to touch it." She slowly rubbed her hands together as if preparing to crack a safe. "Please? May I?"
EZ felt a bit out of his league and could barely work his jaw or throat. "Ahh ... "
"I see you nodded yes," she lied, and happily appreciated his girth, length and hardness with both hands. "You surely don't mind if I ... give it a little kiss, do you? Please? May I?"
"Ahh ... "
"You nodded yes again, thank you!" she lied again, then sank down and inserted his shaft up through her bountiful cleavage and brought her mouth down to lick, kiss, and halfway inhale his angrily engorged cockhead.
"Ah, Terry, listen ... I don't think the girls in this hall want me here ... "
"Mmm, yeah, you're right, we mustn't let them find out about your being here ... but don't worry, you're safe in here with me!"
As she moaned and slurped sensuously, EZ had to wonder about the exact meaning of "safe."
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