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For once, I went with what I thought Chris might want to hear. After refilling our beers, we made small talk. We complained about our professor, complaining about the weather, talking about plans for spring break. We both agreed that he needed to retire. Unfortunately for me, it was going to warm up much sooner for him. In a month, he would be on the beaches of the Florida panhandle for spring break.
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Or maybe it was because I wanted every guy to want me too. She sucked on the banana like a pro, practically deep throating it. I awkwardly wrapped my lips around it and ran them up and down it a few times. My heart pounded, full of nerves. However, I also felt the heat between my legs come alive as I licked off the rest. Not as sexy as Tina, but I still got a round of applause as the frat brother handed me the banana. I wish I could say that was the end of my indiscretions for the night. However, I felt giddy after my public performance. Tina found a bottle of tequila, a shot glass, and a salt shaker. I expected her to pour the liquor into the glass and hand it to me.
Instead, she sprinkled the salt onto her collar bone. Then she poured the liquor. Instead of handing the tiny glass to me, she pulled down the neckline of her red top to expose her creamy, white cleavage. She tucked the glass into her cleavage. Did she really want me to do that? She leaned back, sticking her chest out and attracting attention from the males around us again. Blame it on the alcohol. Blame it on me wanting the attention too. I leaned in and sucked the salt off her neck, then using my mouth only I took the glass out of her soft cleavage and drained into my mouth. From my chest, a warm heat filled my body.
Tina took the glass from me and held it out for Chris to fill it up. Things were getting a little out of hand. I wanted to forget about my ex and I wanted to have some fun. I pulled off my tank top and I think every guy there thought I was taking off my top completely. I had on a black tank top underneath, yet I really felt like a piece of meat now. Every guy near me focused on my bra size, not my G. Tina grinned her approval, then handed me the full shot glass. I slid it carefully between my cleavage and held out my chest for her. She dashed the salt on my collar bone, then used both hands to grope. This was full of explicit intentions, done to turn on every guy in viewing range.
She licked the salt off of my collar bone, then ran her tongue across my cleavage. I felt my knees go weak as excitement filled my body. She turned me on too. She took the glass out of my cleavage with her lips then downed it too.
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No, she pushed it further. Her tongue darted into my mouth and I started to melt. I had never been so turned on in my life. Evan returning with drinks stopped us for a moment. He handed everyone their drink, then sat down next to me. Chris sat down next to Tina. This broke all of my rules. I took a long sip of my drink before I set it down on the floor. Before I had time to think about what would happen next Tina kissed me again, this time with more power. She practically pushed me back into Evan. One hand slid down between the bottom of my tank top and my jeans. His fingers slid across my tight skin and into my jeans.
I broke the kiss with Tina to turn towards him. His lips stronger and tasted like rum. Tina groped me one more time before she turned towards Chris. For me, it was definitely a first. My heart pounded, my body felt like it might melt. I was too worked up. My phone beeped from my pocket, letting me know I had a text message. Without looking, I knew it was her. When I pulled out my phone, I confirmed my intuition. Do yo want to come? He was the perfect kisser. Just aggressive enough, not over the top like too many guys. However, it was obvious by the growing bulge in his jeans that Evan wanted to more than just kiss.
He pulled off my tank top. I took off my white lace bra. His hands were rough on my now exposed breasts before he leaned in and nibbled on my nipple. His cock in her mouth. My face felt bright red. I knew Evan wanted the same. I undid his belt and opened up his jeans. His cock fought to get out of his boxers. I pulled it out and felt his hardness in my hands. He was rock solid, long and made me want to do so much more. I stroked him as we made out, but eventually he made his move for more. He pushed my head down, a move that usually turned me completely off. However, this time I let him take the lead.
I wanted to do whatever he wanted. I had a feeling it would lead to an adventure I would never forget. He apologized when a misplaced hand grazed my chest when we cuddled on his bed. He kissed me with the nervous tentativeness that made my heart race, and made me feel wanted. For the first time in my entire life, as I kissed this boy, I felt like that was where I was supposed to be. But the maliciousness ruined it. The jokes, the stories, seem to have been too much for him. I do not blame him. I asked my closest male friend about a theory that had been floating around my head for quite some time.
Did men not want anything to do with me because of what was said about me? The quiet jokes and the whispers traded over foaming beer mugs? In fact, hearing it made me feel like everything made more sense. Why sisters of mine who had similar behavior patterns were still in relationships or approached by men for dates. For them it is easier, and I finally understood why. They were simply college girls, not the campus slut. There were no aches in their stomach for every minute they were left alone in one of the campus eateries, or the library, or out of a classroom. They do not physically fear the simple taunts of men, despite their vocabulary far below my own intelligence quota.
They do not have their name painted in red. Dogs Says About You.