Smut Til You Drop by T.J. Holland Page A

came all
over Michelle’s face. Michelle, the sick freak that she is, licked
and sucked his cock dry as she got herself off all the while.
    That night was filled with many more orgasms
and partner switches and threesomes and foursomes with beers and
shots in between each round. Hours later Michelle and Chris were
passed out on the floor and I decided it was time to go. Sonny
walked me to my room and kissed me goodnight. I knew we would never
be together again and that we would never speak of that evening but
I also knew that I would hold onto that night and that memory for a
long, long time.
     
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    A Night Well
Spent
    College Daze: Volume Four
     
    Most people think of college as the best
times of their lives. For good reason. College is where you can do
those things that you have always wanted to do but real life and
that voice inside your head doesn’t allow you to. Thankfully,
reason and rational thought can be easily quieted by one thing,
alcohol. Lots of alcohol. 
    Johnny was handsome. He was just shy of six
feet tall, in tremendous shape, and had a back and shoulders that
made me wet just looking at them. His build was due to spending
hours at the gym and occasionally going to class. He lived as most
college students do, enjoying each day as it came and hoping his
parents would continue to finance the next semester when his grades
were mediocre at best. He was also a man whore. He had spent the
night with many of my friends and they all agreed that it was
a  night worth spending. That made him off limits, at least
when I was sober.
    Dorm dances were normally nights I would
stay in and study since I was extremely self conscience about my
two left feet. Tonight, however, was different. I had promised my
best friend that I would go with her to the dance since she was
hoping to hook up with her future husband as she referred to him. I
had a feeling that her future husband was more like her future
pray-I-had-enough-to-drink-that-I-can-talk-myself-into-thinking-it-was-all-a-dream-and-that-evening-never-happened
but who was I to judge? So, I put on my little black dress and high
heels and left my room hoping she’d leave with him early enough
that I wouldn’t have time to make a total ass out of myself on the
dance floor.
      Within minutes of
arriving, I had downed a few shots and started to feel my anxiety
melting away, exchanged by the false courage that alcohol so easily
provides. I saw Johnny, breathed deep, and turned the other way. I
was not about to end up in bed with this guy who so easily seemed
to have that effect on all my friends.
    I steered myself toward Brandon. He was in
my English Lit class and was just under six feet tall and perfectly
average. Brandon was safe. Brandon would be my choice for dancing
and drinking and no way would I end up taking my clothes off. Sorry
Brandon but we girls do this a lot. We find that one safe guy who
will never exit the friend zone and that’s how we maneuver our way
through an evening when we know we will be drinking heavily. Guys
like Brandon must hate girls like me. We must seem like a tease but
if Brandon had known to ask me right up front, Will we end up
together? I would have told him no and he could have saved himself
some heartache. Instead, Brandon and I laughed, toasted, drank, and
did something slightly resembling dancing. It probably looked more
like I was having a seizure but I didn’t care. I was drunk and
having a blast. 
    Soon Brandon must have realized that he was
in the friend zone or maybe he met someone who felt his average
features were more than average in her eyes because he politely
excused himself, handed me off to the guy next to him on the dance
floor and left. I looked up half in shock and half laughing that
Brandon wasn’t going to put up with my crap for the whole night and
saw Johnny grinning back at me. SHIT! We slow danced for the
remainder of the song and when it ended I quickly excused myself
and headed back to the bar.
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