Who knows what can happen after the Jacuzzi tub and we finish eating. After all the night is still young and we have all weekend and you want to please me everyway you can. Taylor couldn't concentrate in his Fucking organic chem lecture. He had to sit here for 90 minutes in the lecture hall listening to his old professor drone on about the differences between alkenes and alkanes and how to draw the difference between them, but all he could focus on was Suzanne sitting in front of him. Suzanne looked like a typical college student in a science major; shoulder length brown hair, glasses, angular cheek bones, a tie-dye teeshirt, and jeans that maybe weren't quite sized right. She didn't wear makeup, or at least not any that Taylor could see, and had a small chest but wide hips. She was mostly very quiet and kept to herself in public, but to Taylor's eyes she was a stereotypical college liberal feminist and he grew to hate her, but also obsess over her. What was specifically drawing his attention and ire today were those jeans, and the fact that they didn't quite go up high enough when she sat down n'or did her shirt go far enough down. He could clearly see the rim of her dark purple panties rising above the line of her jeans, and a solid 1 1/2 inches of her bare asscrack rising above that further. He could clearly see mild cellulite on her asscheeks and dimples on her lower back. His mind constantly raced in several different directions; between fantasizing about what kind of things he'd anal want to do to her, pent up anger about her flaunting and exposing her posterior, as though she were openly mocking him for his frustration about his own unfulfilled desires with women so far in his life, as though she were trying to distract him from this class on purpose. To him she was a radical man-hating feminist who thought herself higher than he was, who was taking advantage of a system and culture catering specifically to her and not to him. Of course, none of this was true. Whatever Suzanne's political beliefs were she never communicated them to Taylor. His own failures with courtship through highschool and college so far were almost entirely of his own making both through lack of experience, inept social skills and an obsession with sexual encounters at the expense of all other factors. Unfortunately he also lacked the introspection to try to self improve and instead placed the blame entirely on a "PC SJW culture" that specifically conspired against him to deny a "nice guy" like him from achieving the sexual gratification that he desired. For whatever reason Suzanne quickly became the foil for which Taylor had to concentrate his ire on. At the beginning of the year hey were grouped together as lab partners in organic chem since cumshot neither of them were close friends with anybody else in that lab section. It rapidly became obvious that she was the more intelligent and capable of the two; Maybe his inferiority complex drew him to hate her so much. Maybe it was that combination of fit build, small chest, and voluptuous ass that subconsciously drove Taylor wild, or specifically the way that her plumber's crack would be exposed more often than not while sitting or kneeling. Taylor didn't consider himself an ass lover for sexual desires, but he loved the symbolism of dominating a woman's ass; as a humiliating gesture of female subservience and male dominance. In any case Taylor managed to restrain these internal frustrations from boiling over in classes or when working in lab with Suzanne. She knew nothing of how he felt about her or what he wanted to do to her. Online Taylor would regularly suck himself into a vortex of incel forums and anti-feminist discussions on Motherless, where he would vent his frustrations that he perceived from the world around him, and absorb other people's problems that he would then mentally project onto Suzanne even though she herself didn't do anything. From the discussions he was in and the porn he watched, he absorbed ideas like publicly stripping and humiliating her, raping her college while she's unconscious, making her drink his piss, sodomizing her while she's tied up, beating her and making her beg to be fucked in her ass. These things blowjob stayed partitioned off in his mind as pure fantasies until one day his organic chem lecture started to delve into the ways that some organic compounds impacted brain function. The corresponding lab section of this unit had a difficult procedure of making chloroform from scratch. "I've always had… something more. 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