Just an Olde Fashioned Love Song
"You...I like," she cooed, running her fingers down my chest. I have to say, that was pretty hot. Well, in all honesty, I'm pretty easy to turn on. That's what's nice about life in Delta Gamma Delta. But you might know it as the boob frat- two nipples with cleavage in between? Look at our symbols if you don't get it.
Because, lemme tell you, I get it. I get it a lot. That's a part of life when your frat is known to have the best parties.
I took the girl, Melissa, I think her name was, and lead her back to my room. It's on the first floor, which is good- stairs are hard when you're drunk. Not that the council for Greek Life uses or condones the use of alcohol or any other mind-altering substances- my ass!
"You're pretty forward," she observed, leaning on my bed and staring up at me.
"Hey, I've seen that look before. Let's cut the small talk and get to the action!" I said, pulling off my shirt.
"Does that really work with the ladies?" she said, laughing, putting her hand on my chest. I'm not one to brag, but that's my best feature. As a teen, whenever I was about to do something out of a furious impulse, I'd exercise instead. I got mad a lot.
"You tell me," I said, laughing. I'm such a dork when I'm drunk. She let her hand drift, and went to work unfastening my pants. I just stood there and watched her strip tease with my pants around my ankles, waiting for her to finish before I tackled her in an embrace.
They seem to love it, and it insures that I get on top. She leaned upward and went for the mouth. I held off on the thrusting and let her go at it- she must be really athletic if she could dangle her upper body off of mine. I just waited. Like I was getting any less stiff!
A couple of her squirms made it seem like she was trying to roll me over, but I kept my posture. Eventually, though, I lowered myself so that she wasn't floating. She bit my lip, and I exhaled deeply. It felt...good. It was rather relaxing, and I could feel myself being washed slowly to calmness, despite the heat of the moment.
Because, lemme tell you, I get it. I get it a lot. That's a part of life when your frat is known to have the best parties.
I took the girl, Melissa, I think her name was, and lead her back to my room. It's on the first floor, which is good- stairs are hard when you're drunk. Not that the council for Greek Life uses or condones the use of alcohol or any other mind-altering substances- my ass!
"You're pretty forward," she observed, leaning on my bed and staring up at me.
"Hey, I've seen that look before. Let's cut the small talk and get to the action!" I said, pulling off my shirt.
"Does that really work with the ladies?" she said, laughing, putting her hand on my chest. I'm not one to brag, but that's my best feature. As a teen, whenever I was about to do something out of a furious impulse, I'd exercise instead. I got mad a lot.
"You tell me," I said, laughing. I'm such a dork when I'm drunk. She let her hand drift, and went to work unfastening my pants. I just stood there and watched her strip tease with my pants around my ankles, waiting for her to finish before I tackled her in an embrace.
They seem to love it, and it insures that I get on top. She leaned upward and went for the mouth. I held off on the thrusting and let her go at it- she must be really athletic if she could dangle her upper body off of mine. I just waited. Like I was getting any less stiff!
A couple of her squirms made it seem like she was trying to roll me over, but I kept my posture. Eventually, though, I lowered myself so that she wasn't floating. She bit my lip, and I exhaled deeply. It felt...good. It was rather relaxing, and I could feel myself being washed slowly to calmness, despite the heat of the moment.
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