was half in love with her already. Then she wrapped her sweet, plump, pink lips around my dick and I was a goner. Just about, anyways. After the way she crumbled and orgasmed with only my mouth on her, my fingers inside her, I never would’ve imagined that a girl like her, who looks like her, and who barely batted an eye at getting naked with me would be a virgin.
I’d already been on the verge of coming, so when I thrusted into her, she gripped me like a vise or the world’s strongest boa constrictor and clenched so tightly around my dick, not letting go until all the come was drained from it. Before I knew what was happening, I was shooting my load into the condom. It felt so damn good, but as soon as I came down from the high of the orgasm, I could see the shock on her face. Instead of having an intense high from my release, it was as if a bucket of cold water had been dumped on me, and I froze. Thankfully, I blamed it on the liquor and she shrugged it off. Or at least that’s what I thought. When I mentioned going all night long, she smiled at me, and it seemed genuine enough, but now that she’s gone, I’m not so sure.
Sitting up, I feel my head pounding, and I vow never to drink tequila again. Especially if it’s going to fuck with my dick’s motor functions. I realize that I’m still naked and glance down at my morning wood, groaning at the memory of the night before.
“You’re an asshole, you know that?” I tell it, and it twitches, making a mockery of my misery. "Okay, fine. You're a dick." Jesus Christ. I’m talking to my morning wood. I really need to get a grip. And no, I don't mean that kind.
As I rub my hand over my face, I try to shake off the disappointment and hope like hell she’s not feeling the same way. Who am I kidding? Of course she is. Sure, I may have gotten her off with my mad oral skills, but I’m pretty sure I blew all that up when I went in one pump. Fuck me. I’m that guy. The one-pump chump.
I climb out of bed and glance over at Seth’s empty bed. I’m lucky as hell he didn’t stumble in last night while Andi was here, and I wonder if he had a better night than I did. Judging by his made-up bed, I’m guessing so. Groaning, I grab my stuff and head to the bathroom, ready to brush this hangover taste out of my mouth.
My computer’s chiming when I get back to my room, and I shuffle toward my desk, bending over to see the Skype invitation on the screen. I plop down in the chair and accept, turning up my volume.
“Hey kid,” my older brother, Knox, says, his face filling the screen. Like I told Andi, it’s few and far between that I see him, and Skype sessions are usually the only way we get a chance to talk. “You look like crap.”
Shaking my head at his laughter, I give him a scowl. “Too much tequila,” I groan, and he just laughs even harder.
“Branson did a shit job preparing you for college,” he scoffs. “Water, dude. Lots of it. And less tequila until you can hold it.”
“Whatever, man. If you’d have been around, you could’ve prepped me for it.”
Knox scowls, and I know to change the subject before he can go off on a tangent about why he left Tennessee. I know why, and I’ve been caught in the middle of Knox and Branson for far too long.
“Anyways, how’s it going over there?”
I sigh with relief when he allows me to move the conversation away from our brother. “Same old shit, Coh. Just another day. It’s Iraq. It’s the third time I’ve been here and not much has changed. It’s hot as hell, but things have been pretty quiet around here. But that’s boring. How was your first week in school? Classes going well? Meet any hot chicks?”
I laugh, surprised that it took so long to ask about the girls on campus. Ever since he had his heart broken by Megan, Knox has been a proponent for getting your rocks off without having to pursue a relationship.
“Classes seem fine. It’s the first week, so we didn’t do much. As far as chicks
I’d already been on the verge of coming, so when I thrusted into her, she gripped me like a vise or the world’s strongest boa constrictor and clenched so tightly around my dick, not letting go until all the come was drained from it. Before I knew what was happening, I was shooting my load into the condom. It felt so damn good, but as soon as I came down from the high of the orgasm, I could see the shock on her face. Instead of having an intense high from my release, it was as if a bucket of cold water had been dumped on me, and I froze. Thankfully, I blamed it on the liquor and she shrugged it off. Or at least that’s what I thought. When I mentioned going all night long, she smiled at me, and it seemed genuine enough, but now that she’s gone, I’m not so sure.
Sitting up, I feel my head pounding, and I vow never to drink tequila again. Especially if it’s going to fuck with my dick’s motor functions. I realize that I’m still naked and glance down at my morning wood, groaning at the memory of the night before.
“You’re an asshole, you know that?” I tell it, and it twitches, making a mockery of my misery. "Okay, fine. You're a dick." Jesus Christ. I’m talking to my morning wood. I really need to get a grip. And no, I don't mean that kind.
As I rub my hand over my face, I try to shake off the disappointment and hope like hell she’s not feeling the same way. Who am I kidding? Of course she is. Sure, I may have gotten her off with my mad oral skills, but I’m pretty sure I blew all that up when I went in one pump. Fuck me. I’m that guy. The one-pump chump.
I climb out of bed and glance over at Seth’s empty bed. I’m lucky as hell he didn’t stumble in last night while Andi was here, and I wonder if he had a better night than I did. Judging by his made-up bed, I’m guessing so. Groaning, I grab my stuff and head to the bathroom, ready to brush this hangover taste out of my mouth.
My computer’s chiming when I get back to my room, and I shuffle toward my desk, bending over to see the Skype invitation on the screen. I plop down in the chair and accept, turning up my volume.
“Hey kid,” my older brother, Knox, says, his face filling the screen. Like I told Andi, it’s few and far between that I see him, and Skype sessions are usually the only way we get a chance to talk. “You look like crap.”
Shaking my head at his laughter, I give him a scowl. “Too much tequila,” I groan, and he just laughs even harder.
“Branson did a shit job preparing you for college,” he scoffs. “Water, dude. Lots of it. And less tequila until you can hold it.”
“Whatever, man. If you’d have been around, you could’ve prepped me for it.”
Knox scowls, and I know to change the subject before he can go off on a tangent about why he left Tennessee. I know why, and I’ve been caught in the middle of Knox and Branson for far too long.
“Anyways, how’s it going over there?”
I sigh with relief when he allows me to move the conversation away from our brother. “Same old shit, Coh. Just another day. It’s Iraq. It’s the third time I’ve been here and not much has changed. It’s hot as hell, but things have been pretty quiet around here. But that’s boring. How was your first week in school? Classes going well? Meet any hot chicks?”
I laugh, surprised that it took so long to ask about the girls on campus. Ever since he had his heart broken by Megan, Knox has been a proponent for getting your rocks off without having to pursue a relationship.
“Classes seem fine. It’s the first week, so we didn’t do much. As far as chicks
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