0 comments/ 76001 views/ 5 favorites College Girls By: TheMorg Nicole awoke in her room. She was an undergraduate at University in her second year and, for the past six months, had been house sharing with Carrie, her friend of many years. Nicole had been out late last night, and had come in to what seemed to be a row between Carrie and her boyfriend in the room next door. Nicole had not interfered, but as her mind was drawn to it, she wanted to check that her friend was OK. On the other hand, she just wanted to lie in bed for a bit. She lay there, listening to the trickle of water down her window - it was raining again. Thoughts ran round her head, and ever so slowly, her hand crept down to her crotch. She had no idea why she wanted to do this, but she knew that it would feel good. Sliding in a finger, she sighed gently, and pushed against the exploring digit. Another finger joined the first, and slid into her slick hole again. Nicole moaned as the fingers brushed her clit, and her free hand massaged one of her firm, round tits. Nicole began rocking gently in time with her pushes, and soon she was lost in her own world. She felt the waves rising inside of her, and her free hand left her tits, and made a cup shape under her cunt. She groaned quietly when she came, the sweet cum seeping out of her pussy into her waiting hand. Scooping up as much as she could, she tipped it down her throat, enjoying the warm, slippy sensation. Much as she wanted to begin again, her conscience forced her to get up, don her dressing gown and headed for the kitchen. Nicole busied herself in the kitchen for a few minutes. The sound of running water that had been present stopped and about five minutes later, Carrie emerged from her room, towelling her hair dry. She seemed surprised that her friend was up, but said nothing of it. Looking closer at her, Nicole could see that Carrie had red marks under her eyes. "Are you alright?" she asked. Carrie nodded. "You've been crying,” said Nicole. At this simple statement, Carrie's eyes filled with tears, as she rushed forward to give her friend a hug. Overwhelmed, Nicole asked: "What happened?" Carrie's reply was barely audible. "He dumped me." Nicole shook her head. "I told you he wasn't worth you," she said, "You're much too good for him." Carrie sniffed and nodded. Sitting on the sofa, she still held Nicole tightly, and rested her head against the other girl's chest. Carrie gently took hold of the hem of Nicole's dressing gown, and slipped her hand inside, to caress Nicole's right breast. Nicole started, but Carrie held her tighter, looked into her eyes and said one word: "Please." Nicole gently nodded, and slipped her hand round Carrie's waist. Carrie continued to massage Nicole's tit, and soon brought her mouth to it, sucking gently. Nicole found her own hand brushing Carrie tit from behind her, and began to sigh in time with Carrie's sucks. Nicole found her free hand begin to stroke one of Carrie's thighs, and start to wind it's way up under her dressing gown. Between sucks, she could make out Carrie's words: "Don't stop." Nicole's hand gently touched Carrie's crotch, the coarse pubic hair creating an odd sensation. Nicole felt one of Carrie's hands at her own crotch, and tried to mimic her friend's movements. Carrie gently slipped a finger into Nicole's sodden cunt, causing her friend to have a sharp intake of breath. Nicole returned the favour, and soon Carrie was slowly gyrating on her friend's fingers. Nicole pushed in a second finger, and explored deeper. Carrie's breathing became faster as she approached orgasm, but Nicole did not let her reach it, withdrawing her fingers before her friend could cum. Nicole smiled at Carrie's disappointed face. "Let's go." she said. Lying back on Carrie's bed, Nicole let her dressing gown fall open as Carrie's hand traced it's way inside. Carrie's head followed, gently kissing Nicole's stomach and waist. Peeling off her flatmate's bikini bottoms, Carrie gasped with delight at the neatly trimmed pussy she was confronted with. The sight of such a wonderful organ made her own cunt begin to moisten. She knelt on the bed next to Nicole, who spread her legs, allowing Carrie to kiss and lick around her crotch. Carrie crawled up so she was lying on top of Nicole upside down, and sighed as Nicole's lips touched her pussy. Nicole was the first to go in. Her tongue slipped up into Carrie's slit, exploring as far as it could go. Carrie pushed her own tongue into Nicole's cunt, and was awarded with a muffled groan and a spasm in her own pussy. Nicole pushed up against Carrie's pushes, and was soon tonguing her friend's muff in time with the sensations in her own. Carrie's tongue found Nicole's clit and pushed hard. Nicole groaned and came, allowing Carrie to lap up her cum. Soon, Nicole found her mouth filled with Carrie's sweet juice. She gulped it down in mouthfuls, loving every second of it. Carrie broke the position and climbed off Nicole, who was breathing heavily. Carrie flashed a smile at her friend and sat next to her. As both girls were nearly naked, Nicole could compare her body to that of Carrie's. Both girls had smooth skin and firm, shining tits. Carrie's nipples pointed out from her body, whereas Nicole's little buds stared upwards, waiting to be encircled. Carrie's hand stroked Nicole's pussy lips, and Nicole found herself engrossed in her friend's sweet, tight cunt. Carrie's bush was shaven into a neat strip about one inch across. Nicole felt Carrie's hand brush her own, meticulously shaven slit, and a jolt of electricity shot up Nicole's spine. Carrie's hand pushed it's way between Nicole's legs, and was about to slide in, when Carrie's face lit up. "I've got something you might like,” she said. She got off the bed, opened the bedside drawer, and withdrew a nine inch, bright blue dildo. Nicole grinned, and lay back on the bed. "Who's first?" she asked coyly. Carrie raised her eyebrows. "I guess that would be you." she said. Nicole smiled and relaxed as Carrie sucked the dildo for a second, to cover it in saliva, and gently inserted it into her friend's cunt. Nicole groaned with delight - she'd never been fucked before - so she wanted to make this time stick in her memory. Carrie sat astride her friend, on Nicole's stomach, facing her feet. This way, Carrie could pump into Nicole easily without straining. Nicole's hands strayed up around Carrie's body and began to massage her tits, squeezing her nipples in time to the thrusts. Soon Nicole was moaning in time with Carrie's sighs of delight from Nicole's tit-massage. Both girls began to rub against each other, the heat from the friction sending Nicole over the edge of orgasm. She was lost for a moment, as it felt as if her entire cunt wanted to be outside her body. She literally squirted cum out of her, past the dildo and into Carrie's waiting hands. Nicole sighed as Carrie fed her her own cum. Nicole loved the sensation of warm cum sliding down her throat - especially her own. Nicole got up, and knelt down in front of Carrie. Carrie leant back over the bed, as Nicole's mouth wrapped itself around Carrie's hot, sweet cunt. Carrie gasped at the sparking sensations inside her, as Nicole's tongue worked its way round Carrie's delicate organ. Carrie opened her legs wider, inviting Nicole in, and began pushing on the back of Nicole's head, forcing her deeper inside. Nicole sucked out Carrie's pussy like a vacuum, causing her friend to scream with delight. Nicole pushed her tongue in as far as it would go, and in doing so, encountered Carrie's clit. Nicole had never tasted another girl's clit before, but she knew that it was the most sensitive part of the female body, due to her explorations of her own cunt. Nicole took Carrie's clit in her teeth, and gently pulled at it, before flicking across it with her tongue. This technique drove Carrie wild, and before she knew it Nicole had a faceful of warm and sticky cum. Carrie was jerking back and forwards, draining herself of every drop. When she finished writhing around, Carrie looked up from the bed. Nicole was sitting on Carrie's legs, licking the cum off her hands and face. Carrie sat up, and, saying nothing, sucked some of her cum off Nicole's cheek. Nicole smiled gently, and collected some cum in her fingers, and dripped it into Carrie's waiting mouth. Carrie licked every last drop off Nicole's hands and face, and in return, let Nicole lick the remaining drops of cum from her cunt. Nicole was a superb pussy licker, Carrie had decided, and lay there for nearly five minutes, enjoying the sensation of Nicole eating her out. Nicole sucked out every last drop of available cum, and sat up. Both girls sat facing each other on Carrie's bed, hands gently cradling each other's pussies. Nicole was the one to speak: "Well, what’s next?" Carrie sat up on the edge of the bed. "Well," she said. "we could... have some fun..." With that, she reached into her bedside cabinet and pulled out a long, brown paper package. Unwrapping it carefully, she smiled at what was inside - a 14-inch long, double-ended, stiff rubber dildo! Nicole stared in amazement. "How did you get it?" she asked. Carrie grinned. "Found it on the net. I was looking for someone to try it out on..." She moved closer to Nicole, and brushed the dildo against Nicole cunt. Despite all the orgasms she'd had, Nicole still felt ready for this. She lay back, and let Carrie slid the stiff rod into her depths. Nicole gasped as the sensations inside her nearly caused to cum there and then. But she held on, and the sensation passed. Carrie raised an eyebrow. "Hey, don't have ALL the fun." With that, Carrie lowered herself onto the other end of the fake cock, which was pointing skywards. Carrie groaned as the dildo penetrated her pussy. Soon, she was resting on Nicole's crotch, breathing hard. Nicole smiled, and pushed up. The dildo pushed into Carrie causing her to moan deeply, and then it pushed back into Nicole, causing her to give a similar, throaty moan. Carrie tossed her loose hair over her shoulder, and began to ride the cock properly. Nicole began panting and groaning as the sensations passed through to her, and soon, she was pushing back against Carrie's thrusts. Having their cunts full of cock, albeit a false one, drove the girls to orgasm faster than before, and soon they were squealing with delight, as each thrust made each of them orgasm in turn. Nicole was the first to cum properly - squirting her cum round the sides of the dildo into Carrie's pubic bush. These sensations on Carrie's cunt made her want to cum too, and within 10 seconds she had got her wish. Both girls rocked to and fro on top of one another, pumping out gallons of juice between them. After orgasm, they kissed, and fell asleep in each other’s arms... College Girls It was first day at my new job having worked in All-Boys schools all of my career as a Gym teacher this was going to be big change being the fitness coach to college basketball team at an all-girls school was going to be a whole new challenge. The coach of the team introduced me to girls at my first training session, it was a group of 25 girls most of them were around 6' plus long legs couple of them were quite big busted. There were four girls who were only around 5' 5" and all four of them were slim girls but with a bust line at a guess 34 to 38c but I am only guessing. I shouldn't say this but were a hot looking group especially that four, I couldn't wait to put them through there paces to see how they move. It was obvious early there was a lot of work to do with these girls they might have known how to play basketball and been good at that but there endurance look it was going to need a lot of work. What was also noticeable not one of them owned a decent sports bra and couple weren't wearing bras at all, the rise and fall of all those breasts as they ran around the court had to be contained otherwise it was going to be to much for a man to handle. So it was back to office after that first training session to write a notice home to the girls parents about getting there daughters proper sporting attire. It was going to be a new experience for me only having only having worry about things like jock straps and the like. To write home a note as a male teacher regarding girls bras was going to be a whole new experience for me, to write it so I didn't end up with a group I irate parents was going to be interesting to say the least. At the end of the day I hope I accomplished this so the note went home with the girls at the end of the day so I waited for the next training session which was going to be my first fitness session. The day arrived I was a it worried got to my office in the morning no irate parents on my doorstep thank goodness, so it was off to the gym for the first session. All look well when I arrived the girls appearing out of the change room in there uniforms. So we got to work I hoped it was not going to be a problem for me but all these young girls working out bending over and all those tight butts being visible because of those short skirts was having an effect on this 40 year old body that in track pants could be hard to hide. So I excused my self from the girls for a bit so I could put on my jockstrap hoping that might contain my growing erection or at least hide it. As I walked around the girls working out the exercise equipment my manhood now in check I hope, I noticed two of the shorter girls running on the treadmills and it was instantly obvious that there was no sports bra being worn by either of them. One of them had no bra at all and the rise and fall of her breasts rubbing her top her nipples were hard and sticking out at least an inch and her nipples flicked up down with every step. I hope this jockstrap could contain the growing state of my erection and keep it down the leg of my baggy trackpants unnoticed. So I spoke to the two girls in question about there attire and got a hail of abuse in return, what was it do with me what the wore or didn't wear, I tried to explain to the damage by not wearing proper sports bra would to there backs and tried to explain the damage that it would do to there breast so they just got more loud so I left and said they could come and see me in my office after school to discuss it in private. The time arrived the two girls arrived at my office and by the look of it was not going to go well. The both started at me as soon as they were in the door going on about what business of mine was it with what they wear the boys like it so what do we care what you think. So I went and closed the door hoping to keep the row contained luckily mine was the only office at the gym area so nobody would hear them I hoped. They both suddenly produced there sports bras out of there bags and said why should we wear these to uncomfortable and not very sexy. I tried to calm them down but was having no luck till I grabbed one of them slapped her on the butt, It had the desired effect the both quieted down for a .bit not knowing what would happen next. So I excused one of the girls to out in the gym so I could deal with them one on one, so I got the Alice the girl remaining to jog on the spot she was the one without the bra. So I grab hold I her breast and to stop them bouncing, so is that not better girl she tried to slap my face so stood behind her my arms around hers and grasped both her breasts and told her to jog. As she moved up and down I contained her breast I could feel her nipples harden in my hands she tried to resist my grasp, I told her is that not better with them not flopping all over the place, she cursed me and tried to resist. So I grab the waste band of her top and pulled it over head before she could protest, grabbing her nipples and moving her breast up and down with her nipples. She tried to resist but I was to strong for her grabbed her sports bra and fitted around her now that's better as I grabbed her breasts again there you go less bounce, she continued to protest about her treatment so I took the sports bra off her before she could stop me. Grabbing her nipples again pulling and rubbing them now is that better she tried to resist but her protest were becoming weaker the more I rubbed her nipples . The next problem I had was my erection was becoming very uncomfortable being contained in the jockstrap it needed release. I suddenly noticed the work I was doing on Alices breast a little moan escaped her lips. I thought can I take this further so I took her had and as sat down on my chair I laid her across my knee and doing so pulled off her short sports skirt exposing her panty glad butt she began to protest again so a couple quick spanks on that butt and she stopped. I rubbed her red cheek as I continued to rub her breast and pull on her nipple with the other hand she was trying to resist but her resistance was weakening by the minute. I pulled her panties down around her ankles and she flicked them off , I knew I was winning. I let her up off my knee if had to get my erection out before I exploded. She stood naked in front of me her 36c breast heaving up and down with every breath I could feel the heat from her pussy as she straddled my leg. I stood up released my throbbing hard on from its confines and sat down again forcing Alice to her knees and grabbing her hair her mouth gasped open as did it and I forced my hard on between her lips she gasped and protested I just forced it further in she finally gave in. She began to suck on it moving up and down taking as much as she could with each stroke, I thought to myself its now her turn so I picked her and laid her on my desk, starting on those long nipples taking each one my mouth and sucking nipping the end she was still trying to resist but with every suck on her nipples her moans told me that she was now all mine. I now worked my way down her belly and moved between her legs kissing down her thigh towards her neatly trimmed pussy as I got close to it Alice tried to close her legs but I forced apart finding her clit I gently began to flick my tongue around and suck at it by the moans escaping her lips Alice was now in my control as her first orgasm ripped though her body. I continue my ministrations on her clit sticking my tongue into her pussy as far as could she suddenly exploded in a second orgasm. I stood up at the end of the desk pulled as close to the edge as could putting her legs on my shoulders I placed my hard on at the entrance to her pussy the look in her I said no but I parted her lips and entered a little. Then she suddenly cried out said fuck me so I plunged all the way into her tight pussy that was so hot and wet, she cried with tears running down her as my rhythm increased she started to move with me. It felt so fantastic I lent forward and tweaked her nipples as I fucked her she reached down and started to flick her own clit. I could feel my juices building then Alice exploded in orgasm again and I came deep inside of her it was fantastic. We stayed in that position for a while I withdrew out of her and she sat up giving a very passionate kiss I now knew she was mine. Jamie the other girl was still waiting in the gym as we got dressed I hoped she don't hear the goings on in the office because she was next But that's a story for another day. College Girls NOTE: If you run over this story elsewhere, it's because I'm posting it on three websites. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * FOREWORD: To those of you who have never read any of my stuff before, this is a plain old dirty story. Hopefully, it's hot. I'd like to think it's kind of fun. It is semi-autobiographical. I did have a friend like this, but his name wasn't Tom. The girls are based on girls I had fun with, too. College was great. To those of you who have read my other stories, don't bother to complain about no romance and no redeeming social value in this one. I know. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * The college I went to was in a small hick town. The only bar in town ignored all the laws regulating alcohol sales. They got away with it, probably because the town's sheriff was the bar owner's brother. If a customer was old enough to be tall enough to see over the bar, they got served without question. Obviously, this made the place a favorite hangout for underage college kids. One of the courses in my major required a midterm group project that would serve as half of our semester grade. I partnered with my closest friend and best drinking buddy, Tom, who lived across the hall from me. Being typical college kids, we procrastinated on actually doing the damn project. Sure, we did our research and field work more or less on schedule, but we should have been writing up our notes, making our charts and graphs, doing our statistical calculations, and all that other mundane crap all along, but we always had better things to do (like party). The project was due on the last Friday before midterm. On Monday night we woke up to the fact that we had virtually nothing done, so of course, we did what any smart, conscientious college students would do: we went to the bar to plan our work. At closing time, we stumbled home, vowing to get serious about starting to throw the project together the following morning. When I dragged my sorry ass out of bed the following afternoon, I went across the hall to Tom's room to wake him up. The threat of a pitcher of ice water in his face finally got him moving. We downed four aspirins each, got our showers, went to the dining hall for the usual scrumptious meal of mystery meat and overcooked canned vegetables, and then went back to my room to get to work. We spread out all of our materials and notes on my bed, desk, floor, and any other surface we could find. It was then that the enormity of the task at hand finally began to dawn on me. I took a deep breath and said, "This thing is due by five o'clock Friday afternoon. It's now after six Tuesday evening. That means we have less than seventy-one hours to do our whole research paper. We're in deep shit." "Dan," Tom said, "your Einstein-like powers of thought never cease to amaze me." "What the fuck are we going to do?" I asked. "I'm almost ready to give up and go get drunk again." Tom said, "You're willing to take a zero on this project? That means you'll flunk the course and have to take it over. It also means that I'll have to do the same thing. And I'm not prepared to do that." "So what do you suggest?" "I suggest you go to the store and buy the biggest can of coffee you can find. I'll start organizing this shit while you're gone. We can do this," Tom said. "Now move your lazy ass." By the time we had finished our third pot of coffee, it was almost time for lunch on Wednesday. We showered and ate, and then met back in my room. "You know, Dan," Tom said, "I think we can pull this off. Let's pull our data together and start doing the calculations on it. Get your Statistics textbook. We're going to fuck with our numbers until we can do some killer statistical analysis shit. You're better at the math than I am. I'm better at creating graphs and making stuff pretty than you are. We can both type. I'll start writing up our hypothesis and research protocols while you crunch numbers." "What if the numbers don't support our hypothesis?" I asked. "Do I have to do all the thinking?" Tom asked. "We make a choice. We either change our initial hypothesis so that the numbers support it, or we fuck with the numbers to support our original hypothesis. No one's going to know what we've done. We're going to overwhelm old Doc Smithers with the sheer volume of charts, graphs, statistical calculations, pretty packaging, and bullshit prose. Now make another pot of coffee." Somewhere around four o'clock Thursday morning, I had a profound revelation, which Tom endorsed wholeheartedly. It wasn't the caffeine in coffee that kept a person awake. It was the fact that we had to go and take a piss every half hour that kept us from falling asleep. At two minutes before five on Friday afternoon, we placed our very professional-looking eighty-three page report, complete with colorful graphs, numerous charts, six pages of footnotes, and a three-page bibliography, on the desk in our professor's office. "I was just about to leave and give you boys a zero," Dr. Smithers said. "Hmmm, this looks pretty impressive. Does your research support your hypothesis?" "We started with a question in our minds and then did enough initial research before we formulated our original hypothesis to feel that we could support it, sir," Tom said. "I feel confident that you will find that we've conclusively proven our hypothesis with our research data, and have supported our findings with numerous references in the literature." "You boys look a little rough," Dr. Smithers said. "I hope you didn't just throw this together at the last minute." "Of course not sir," I responded. "We had the entire project done about a week ago, but on re-reading our paper, we felt we could improve it, so we did a complete re-write, which is what we are presenting to you." "Very well," Dr. Smithers said. "I'll go through this over the weekend. You boys both have a B average so far. This project could make or break your semester grade. I hope I like it." As Dr. Smithers' door closed behind us, Tom muttered, "You better like it, you pompous old fart. We didn't just go three nights without sleep for nothing." "What do you want to do now, Tom?" I asked. "If I didn't have a near-toxic level of caffeine in my system, I'd say I wanted to sleep until Monday, but all I want now is a shower, some food, and maybe a beer or two." "Sounds good to me," I said. We made it to the bar by before seven o'clock. The beer or two turned into four pitchers. Around ten o'clock, the alcohol was starting to overpower the caffeine and I was thinking about heading home to crash – for days. Then I noticed two girls sitting at a table near us. "Tom, check out the pussy at the table over your left shoulder," I said. "Huh?" Tom said, obviously feeling the effects of both our marathon work session and his half of the considerable amount of beer we had consumed. Then there were his double shots of whiskey. If Tom decided it was time to get stupid-drunk, he always had a double shot before each pitcher we bought. He actually can hold his liquor, to a point. Sometimes he partied right past that point. Those were the times when I really wondered about myself, calling this dipshit my best friend. "Wake the fuck up and check it out, man! Who are they?" I asked, swiveling on my bar stool. Tom turned to look. The two girls were smiling at us, their heads close together, apparently whispering to each other about us. They were both pretty, with medium-length, wavy hair. Since they were sitting down, it was hard to tell what their figures were really like, but both appeared to have a decent rack, and neither looked like she was wearing a bra. Tom turned back to me. "I dunno, but damn, they're hot!" "No shit, Sherlock. And they were smiling at us when you turned and drooled at them, asshole!" "Yeah, well, pardon me all to hell," Tom said to me. "You think at this point in the night, or the week, for that matter, that I can be subtle?" "I guess not," I said. "Do you like the blond or the redhead?" "I like a chick who might spread her legs," Tom said. "You saw them first, so you get first dibs." "If the carpet matches the curtains, I'll take the blond," I said. "Works for me, amigo, but how are you going to find out?" Tom asked. "If I get to the point where I can tell for myself, I guess I won't care that much. Besides, if she shaves, I'll never have to know," I said. "True enough. What's your game plan?" "Let's get a fresh pitcher and go over and see what happens," I said. We ordered another pitcher and went over to the girls. They were at a table for four, sitting next to each other. Tom and I took the other two seats, so that he was next to the redhead and I was next to the blond. "Are you boys celebrating something?" the blond asked. "You sure are drinking a lot of beer." "We just turned in a kick-ass research project that is going to get us an A in our Educational Psychology course," Tom said. "You hope it will get us an A," I reminded Tom. "If old man Smithers sees through all the bullshit in that thing, we'll flunk." "You guys are Psych majors?" the redhead asked. "Yeah, we're Juniors. One more year of this undergrad crap to go." I answered. "We're freshmen," the redhead said. "My name is Michelle, and this is Janine." "I'm Dan, and my drunken friend here is Tom." "How do you guys know each other?" Janine asked. Tom replied, "I picked him up here in this bar about a year ago." "You might want to clarify that, dipshit!" I said, smiling at him sweetly. Tom looked confused for a moment while the girls giggled, but then caught on. "What I mean is, I first ran into Dan here last year. Now we live across the hall from each other." "You sure did run into me. You spilled a full pitcher of beer all over me when you were stumbling to the bathroom." Turning to the girls, I said, "Tom sometimes has a problem with not knowing his limits at the bar. Like now." Michelle laughed and patted Tom's hand. "We're still more or less sober, so I guess we won't have to worry about you trying to take advantage of us. But we might try to take advantage of you." "Oh really?" I said. "Does that mean I should act drunk too? Would you like to take advantage of me?" "Our glasses are empty. Maybe you boys should buy us a drink or two and we can see who takes advantage of whom," Janine said. I noticed that her knee was pressing against mine. "What would you like?" I asked. The girls looked at each other and giggled. Then Michelle put her hand on Tom's again. "I think we'd both like a 'Wet Pussy'." Somehow, I managed to keep my "cool" face, but Tom damn near choked on his beer. "Did you just say what I thought you said?" he sputtered. The girls laughed. "It's a drink, silly. An ounce of Chambord raspberry liqueur, two ounces of Irish Cream, and six ounces of milk shaken with ice, then strained and served in a tall glass," Michelle said. "I'll go get them," I said. Tom said, "I'll go piss." Janine said, "Thank you for sharing. Remember, if you shake it more than three times, you're playing with yourself. And that would be a shame." She then leaned into me and said, "After we finish those, maybe we'd like a 'Fuck Me Hard'." "Equal parts Crown Royal, Southern Comfort, and Amaretto, in pineapple juice with a splash of Grenadine?" I asked. Janine leaned into me so that her one firm breast was pressing into my arm. She put her hand on my thigh and gently rubbed up from my knee to within an inch of my growing erection. "We're not heavy drinkers. But we do like to have fun." The girls were talking quietly between themselves again when I returned with their drinks, but they stopped when I sat down. "So, tell me about yourselves," I said. "Well," Janine began, "we're roommates. We've been best friends since elementary school. We've always done everything together. Play-dates when we were little, swimming lessons, dance class, softball, cheerleading, double dating, the works. Michelle's my very best friend." "Yeah," Michelle said, "the other girls on our floor say we're LUGs, but that's really not true." "Michelle!" Janine scolded. "What are LUGs?" I asked. "Lesbians Until Graduation," Janine explained. "It's because we spend so much time together. And we're so compatible. And we sometimes swap clothes." "Yeah, Janine has the cutest collection of thongs," Michelle said. "I'm always swiping her stuff. Sometimes she gets mad at me when she finds out I haven't done laundry and we're both out of underwear. Like today. And the LUGs thing probably comes from the fact that we both like to sleep nude." "In separate beds," Janine hastily added. "Yeah, but remember last fall when the power went out during that big thunderstorm? Janine's terrified of storms. She had just crawled into bed with me when a couple of the other girls on our floor came in to see if we had any candles they could borrow. It was warm that night, so we were lying on top of the sheets, and I was holding her to try to get her to calm down. I guess it didn't look very innocent!" Michelle chuckled. "So that's how the lezzie rumors got started. And it doesn't help when girls walk in and find us surfing porn together," Janine said. "Especially when you have my toys spread out all over the place," Michelle added. I managed not to laugh too loud, and at the same time gave up on trying to control the continued growth of my boner. At that point, Tom returned from the bathroom. He struggled a little getting into his chair. It may not have been obvious to everyone in the bar, but I knew for certain that Tom was officially shit-faced. "Potty break," Michelle whispered to Janine. "Yeah, me too," Janine said. She leaned and whispered in my ear, "Don't go away. We need to get better acquainted." It was a struggle, but I kept cool until the ladies' room door closed behind them. Then I looked at Tom, raised my hand for a high-five, and said, "Holy shit! Holy shit! Do you believe this?" "Dan, am I hallucinating? Did you see them? When Michelle got up, shit! Those jeans are so tight I could see camel-toe. She saw me looking, and she fuckin' winked at me! This can't be happening!" Tom said. He was sweating. "Janine said she wanted to get better acquainted. Did you see that ass?" I blurted. "Every bit as hot as Michelle's. Janine's wearing tights and booty shorts? Fuck! Are they really coming back to this table?" "Yeah, and then they're coming to our rooms, and IF we're lucky, we're..., we're,...oh God." I said. My jaw was starting to hurt from smiling so hard. Tom finally raised his hand to mine. He didn't high five me. Instead, he grabbed my hand and squeezed it hard. "The research project did it to us. We've died. This must be heaven. There is no other explanation. Damn!" Tom said. His grin was at least as big as mine. "I'm not drinking any more," I said. "Is there any coffee left at home?" "Huh?" "I'm going to want to stay up for awhile tonight. 'UP!' I haven't rubbed one out since Monday, man. I'm going to drown her in cum. OH GOD! YES!" I hissed at Tom. "I think I need a drink," Tom said as he stood up. "Wait! I gotta get the girls' drinks," I said. "We need to talk." The bartender looked at me. "Fuck me hard," I said. He didn't bat an eye. "I sure hope that's a drink order for a lady, kid. Otherwise, you're flagged, tossed, and barred for ninety days. I'm not kidding. My bouncer is bored. So, what'll it be?" Then he smiled. "Two times," I replied. "One for the blond, and one for the redhead. I'll take a plain cola." Tom said, "I got this round. But Dan gets a double shot of whiskey. So do I." "All right," the bartender said. He leaned over the bar between us. "You damn kids are so lucky! Don't screw this night up. Every guy in here, and some of the girls, just fuckin' died when those two got up to go to the john. If you don't take them home and show them a VERY good time, everyone in here is going to think you're nuts! And believe me, we'll know. Maybe not tomorrow, but it won't take long." "I really don't want the whiskey. Just the cola," I said to the bartender. "Always thought you were the brains of the outfit, Dan," the bartender said. "Tom, you sure you want the whiskey? I think a soda or water might be the wise man's choice." "C'mon, we're regulars, aren't we? Do we give you trouble? Do we tip okay?" "Don't get your panties in a bunch, Tom!" the bartender said. "When I was your age, my brother and I had a few 'miracle' nights, like you could be having. A couple of times we picked up some cute girls in some bar. But there were two differences between our situation and yours." "What do you mean?" Tom asked. "Your girls are way hotter than any my brother and I ever got. The other difference is, we were smart. You're being dumb." Tom laughed. "I'm fine. Thanks for your concern. I really would like that whiskey now." "Okay, buddy," the bartender said with a smile. When he turned to get our drinks, he shook his head. "Dumb kid," he said. The girls were back at the table when we returned with the drinks. I decided Tom had been right. We had died and gone to heaven. It was obvious to anyone within twenty feet that neither of them were wearing bras. Four very erect nipples were straining at the girl's shirts. Janine's looked bigger around than Michelle's, but Michelle's stuck out more. They were perfect. "Hey guys," Michelle said. "Oh good, our drinks. Thanks!" Janine positioned herself so that her entire hip and thigh were crushed against mine. "What are you drinking?" she said to me. "Cola," I said. Then in my best Clint Eastwood voice, I said, "A good man always has to know his limitations." "See if I write your next paper for you," Tom said, sipping his whiskey. I know Tom well enough to know when he wants an argument to end, so I smirked at him and shook my head. Then we both smiled. Michelle said, "If we could all hang out somewhere, I'd be ready to leave here soon." "Me too," I said as Tom nodded. "Where can we go?" Janine asked. "Our rooms. Tom and I live right across the hall from each other. It's not a regular dorm. It's an old farmhouse the college bought. They're going to tear it down and build a new dorm in a few years, but until then, it's home. We're on the second floor. The only thing up there is our rooms and a bathroom. Like a house bathroom. Two sinks on little vanities, a toilet, and a tub with a shower. Very Ozzie and Harriet," I said. "Sounds a lot nicer than the painted concrete boxes in our dorm," Michelle said. "Yeah, but we've done pretty much decorating," Janine said. "Our room is cute. But it says a lot about both of us, if you look closely." "Like in the laundry basket, the bookcases, and the DVD rack," Michelle laughed. "Or your nightstand drawer," Janine said. "Gotcha." "What's your room like?" Michelle asked Tom. "A combination of early '60's remodeling in an old house, a typical college room with dorm furniture, books, and stuff, and a pretty good man cave, all rolled up in one," Tom said. "A dump," I laughed. "But one with charm," Tom said. "It doesn't look like a thirteen-year old kid's bedroom at home, like yours does, Dan." "Fighting words, Tom. We've had this discussion." Turning to the girls, I said, "This moron is my very best friend. He's probably going to be my neighbor or the best man in my wedding or something. But he's never going to be my roommate. It's fine crashing in each other's rooms because we're just hanging out really late and we nod off. But waking up on the other side of the room with him every day? Not happening." "Can we see your rooms?" Michelle asked. "Tonight? Like, soon?" Janine asked. She turned to look at me, making sure her tit rubbed my arm as she did. College Girls "Are you done with your drink?" Michelle asked. "Will be," Tom said. It looked like he had more than half of the double shot of whiskey left in his glass, but he gulped it down. I could tell it burned. Tom's not the hard-ass whiskey drinker he thinks he is, and he usually needs a chaser. "Be right back," he said. In a few minutes he was back. He had a six-pack in a bag, and an empty beer glass in his hand. "Everyone ready to go?" he asked. We were about halfway to our place, walking down the alleys, when Tom said, "Gotta piss again. You kiddies go ahead. I'll catch up." As the girls and I walked away, I could hear a beer can opening, and then the sound of Tom pissing on a trash can. Michelle, Janine, and I sat on the steps outside the house to wait for Tom. We could have gone in, but I thought there was a chance that he might need my help getting upstairs. I was right. Tom came weaving around the corner a few minutes later. He had a beer in his hand. "I saved one for each of you," he said. "Get inside, douchebag. You know you're not allowed to walk around with a beer in this town!" I said. "I was thirsty." "Ladies?" I asked. "Lead the way. We'll follow," Janine said. I didn't actually have to support Tom to get him up the stairs, but I was ready to catch him if he started to fall. We went into Tom's room, since his is bigger, and yes, okay, cooler than mine. I turned on some music, and Tom flopped on his bed. Janine lay down on the couch. "I said I wanted to get better acquainted," she said. "I remember. I'd like that too," I said. I looked at Tom, but Michelle's red hair was blocking my view of his face. She was on top of him. I lay down on my side, facing Janine on the couch. The instant our lips met, her tongue was in my mouth and her hand was on my ass. So, naturally, I slid my hand down her side, over her hip, and onto her thigh. We made out like that for a minute or two. When we broke for air, she said, "Can I see your room?" "Sure." "Maybe I should check out your bathroom first." "Okay." I got up and pulled her to her feet. We kissed again and ground ourselves against each other. "Someone's excited," she said. "I definitely want to get much better acquainted, now that I've felt that." Tom and Michelle were busy. His shirt was off, and I could see him fondling her tits through hers. I don't think they even noticed that we got up. Janine went in the bathroom, and I went in my room. I had enough time to pick up the dirty underwear on my floor, take my shoes off, and force my dick down the leg of my pants. I mean, a big hard bulge is cool. A flagpole, at this point in the proceedings, is kind of un-cool. Janine pushed the door shut with her ass when she came into my room. Her tights were gone. All she appeared to have on were her top and those painted-on looking booty shorts. I felt myself leak. "Oh, this is nice," she said, looking around. She went to the wall over my desk and checked out my collection of centerfolds taped to the wall. "You do realize most of those boobs are fake, don't you?" she asked. "Good airbrushing on the implant scars or good cosmetic surgery, but still fake. Why do you guys all like the double-D cups on these girls?" "That's all fantasy stuff," I said. "I bet there's a lot of airbrush work on their faces, too. I like a real girl, with a real face, real tits, and a real ass." "My stuff is all real. Wanna see?" "Uh, yeah. I also want to touch, feel, and taste." She came over to me and gave me a little kiss on the cheek. "You'll see first. Sit on your bed," she said. She walked to the center of the room and started swaying back and forth, like she was dancing. As she moved, she kicked her shoes off, and pranced around on her toes, accentuating the curve of her ass and making her firm thighs look even firmer. Her hands began caressing her body, stroking up and down her sides, over her belly, brushing her nipples, and fondling her own ass. She took the hem of her top in her fingers and hiked it up to show me her taut little belly, complete with a navel piercing that had a short rhinestone chain dangling from it. I could just see the bottom swell of both breasts. No implant scars in sight, I thought. No sag, either. She turned sideways to me and pulled her top over her head. I just caught a glimpse of one of the full, juicy nipples that had been teasing me all evening before she faced away from me. I've never paid that much attention to a girl's back before. Sure, I've seen plenty of them. At the beach, in bed, I've looked enough to have a fair idea of what Janine's would look like. But the smooth, glowing perfection of this girl's skin, from her shoulders, over her ribs and spine, to her small waist, and flaring out over those luscious hips and down to that tight ass in those shorts, was enough to make me salivate. "Do you like me?" she asked, smiling over her shoulder. "I want to see all of you." "Oh, you will," she said. Her thumbs went to the waist of her shorts and started working them down. When her ass was completely exposed, she bent over. I could see the moisture on her pussy lips below the tiniest little asshole I had ever gazed at. She turned back to face me. "I hope you don't mind that I'm not completely shaved," she said. Her tits were right in front of my face, and they looked amazing. The pink areolas were crinkled, and the even pinker nipples had my full attention. It took me a second to see that she was still holding her hands and her shorts over her pussy. "Hair or bare, if it's as pretty as the rest of you, I'm sure it will be phenomenal," I said. She pushed her shorts down the rest of the way. Her blond curls were trimmed short into a little heart design on her mound, but everything else was as bare as the day she was born. I pulled her to me, and began feasting on her breasts. "Stand up," she said. "I've shown you mine. Now let' see yours." She pulled my shirt over my head, and then grabbed me and kissed me hard. Her hands were stroking my back and her crotch was grinding on mine. Our tongues were busily entwined. Then she knelt in front of me and undid my pants. "What do we have here?" she asked. I'm not huge, but I've never had any complaints. When I'm hard, the skin of my shaft actually gets shiny with the stretching, some big veins pop out, and the head of my cock gets very fat. I'm pretty pleased with my junk, and a few girls have called it beautiful. Janine pulled my jeans and underwear down together. When it was released, my cock sprang up and bounced off my lower abdomen, leaving a spot of pre-cum glistening there. Janine extended her tongue and licked it off. "Ooh, I like the taste of that," she said. I was engulfed before I knew what had happened. She was like a terrier on a rat, grasping my cock in her mouth, holding on tight, shaking her head back and forth, her teeth sheathed by her lips but still holding my meat firmly as her tongue worked furiously on the tip. I had definitely died and gone to heaven. If I hadn't been fairly drunk, I would have cum almost instantly with the way she was going at it. Hell, for a moment I had thought I was going to cum while she was undressing. Suddenly, she stopped and looked up at me. "I've never swallowed before. I've never let a guy cum in my mouth." "Really? Do you want to?" "I'm not sure," she said. She gave me a wickedly lusty smile, and then licked my balls slowly. "Do you want to?" "It's your call. Baby, I'm not going to do anything you don't want me to." "I think I want to. In fact, I know I want to. Later. I want something else now," she said. "Like what?" I asked. "Like this," she said, squeezing and pulling on my cock as she got to her feet, "in here." She began fingering herself with one hand and jacking me with the other. "Fuck me, Dan. Fuck me good and hard." I get around some. I haven't exactly been celibate since I first figured out that my dick was good for more than pissing through. But still, a guy doesn't get an invitation like that, from a slutty-hot little fox like this, every day! "We're going over here," I said. I pulled her over to my desk, kicked the chair out of the way, and bent her over it. "Oh God, yes, I LOVE doggy!" she squealed. "Fill my little pussy!" She was wet enough to allow me to begin to enter her easily, but tight enough to make it a hell of a lot of fun. Finally, I was balls-deep. "I need this, baby," she said. She pulled forward slowly so that only the head of my cock was inside her, then slammed back against me. "I need you to pound me silly," she said, doing it again. "God, that's good!" she moaned. I started fucking her deep, hard, fast, just short of violently. She was so damn wet, but so damn tight! I hadn't had this much fun in a while. Janine was bouncing herself back and forth to meet my thrusts. We were rutting like animals. Between moans, she said, "Spank me, pinch my nipples, hell I don't care, just cum inside me!" I slowed down and started forcing myself as deep inside her as I could. When we pulled apart, I smacked her ass cheeks with one hand, and when we slammed together, I twisted and pulled her nipples with the other. We were both breathing hard with our exertion and sweating like chain-gang laborers. It was great. I had never fucked this hard. Janine started moaning more and more. The longer we fucked, the louder she got. "YES," she yelled, loud enough that I knew damn well Tom and Michelle had to hear her. "YES, I'M CUMMING. Oh God, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" The clenching her pussy muscles did on me took me over the edge. I knew this orgasm was going to be a good one, hell, a great one, especially since her vaginal muscles clamped down on me so hard when she came that I couldn't cum until she was done. It was like pinching the base of your cock just as you're about to cum. If you do it right, you get to feel an orgasm without actually shooting any semen, and when you finally release the pressure, it spurts out like a boiler explosion. I had just finished that when the door flew open. There stood Michelle, fully dressed, her mouth hanging open as she watched my cum dripping down Janine's thighs. "Girlfriend, I'm so damn jealous!" Michelle said. "What?" Janine asked, trying to muster up the strength to pull herself off the desk. "Romeo, over there, passed out," Michelle said, pointing over her shoulder at Tom's room. I started to laugh. Poor, stupid-drunk Tom. "Wait, Tom passed out?" Janine asked. "We were just starting to have some real fun, and he suddenly got kind of sluggish. I was about to suck him off, and the bastard fell asleep! I am so furious. I wanted to have some fun tonight. Looks like you two did, though, didn't you?" "Yeah, we've been keeping ourselves entertained," Janine smiled. Michelle was still staring at Janine's messy thighs. "That's what I wanted this evening," she said. "You want a taste?" Janine said, wiping a drip off her thigh with her finger and holding it out to her friend. "Yum, pretty good," Michelle said after sucking her roommate's finger clean. "I want some more." "Help yourself," Janine said, walking over to my bed and lying down. I could see Michelle's nipples getting hard as she gazed at her friend's well-fucked pussy. "Eat me," Janine said. "Lick me clean. But get out of those damn clothes first." "Janine, you told me you're not a lesbian, and I'm not into girls either. Sure, we play around a lot and all, but I've never actually gone down on a girl." "I'm not gay, and I've never eaten pussy, but I think it's about time I did. Besides, it's not gay if he's here," she said, gesturing at me. "Then it's just, uh, well, sharing." By this time, Michelle's shirt was on the floor. She struggled with her jeans, which was fine with me. It gave me more time to check out that ass. I couldn't believe a second hot girl was getting naked in my room with me! Hell, I'd watch girl-on-girl all weekend if it involved these two! It was only after Michelle was naked and leaning over her roommate that I fully appreciated my situation. Two hot girls, a pale, gorgeous and talented blond that I had just fucked hard, and a horny, sexually frustrated red-haired beauty were going to give me a show most guys have to pay for, right on my own bed. Oh, yeah, this is what college is all about. Michelle took a tentative lick at the juice on her friend's thigh. "Ooh, that tastes really good," she said softly. She licked again, higher this time, just below Janine's pussy. "Reminds me of when I let that guy I dated last fall cum in my mouth after fucking him." "Move so I can taste you, too, Michelle," Janine moaned. "I want it all tonight. I want to eat my best friend's cunt." Michelle positioned herself so that her already damp pussy was right over Janine's mouth. Janine extended her tongue, her first lick barely caressing the smoothy shaven mound of her friend. At first, Michelle seemed to almost draw away, clenching her thigh muscles as the sensation hit her. Janine reached up and grabbed Michelle's ass to pull her closer as her tongue began its work. "Oh God," Michelle hissed. Then she began a thorough cleaning of Janine. For a couple of girls who claimed not to eat pussy, these two were going at it hot and heavy. My cock was dripping hard by this time. I moved closer and reached between them to fondle Janine's breast. Michelle felt my hand, and stopped what she was doing to glance at me. "Play with my nipple too, Dan," she said. I knelt next to the two of them, fondling, massaging, kneading, tweaking, a hand on a nipple of each girl. I was lost in tit-groping nirvana for a while. The only sounds in the room were two hungry tongues pleasuring two very moist pussies. Janine's hand touched my thigh. I looked at her, and she paused from her ministrations to Michelle to whisper, "Fuck her, Dan." "Really?" I mouthed. Janine winked, and patted the mattress next to her head. I knelt behind Janine and fondled Michelle's ass. Her cheeks were firm, and I could feel the tension in her buttocks. As I watched, Janine slipped a finger into the entrance of Michelle's sex. "Oh, yes, finger me," Michelle gasped. Janine added a second finger, and began pumping vigorously. "So good, so good, oh God, I'm so close!" Michelle moaned. "Now, Dan," Janine whispered. She grabbed my cock, tilted her head back and gave it a few sloppy sucks, and then positioned my cockhead at her friend's vaginal opening. I pushed. "OH FUCK!" Michelle yelled. She answered my thrust with one of her own, and soon, we were fully joined. Janine alternated between sucking on Michelle's clit and licking my balls as I held myself deep inside the redhead's tight pussy. Yep, heaven. I was getting my brains fucked out, and I wasn't having to do anything but kneel there. Michelle was doing all the work, squirming, pushing, and after a moment, pulsating on my cock. "Cumming, cumming, cumming, oooooooh!" Michelle squealed. She probably would have said more, but I forced myself into her even harder, and then started pounding. The strength of my thrusts pushed Michelle's face down into Janine's crotch again, so that the redhead's scream was lost in her girlfriend's wet sex. This was going to be the second time I had cum tonight. Michelle was every bit as tight as her friend, and the delicious craziness of the whole situation had me getting ready to blow. "Cum inside me, Dan, cum deep inside me. I need it, oh God, here I go again!" Michelle said. Her walls started massaging me, her orgasm seeking mine. When I knew I was going to cum, I grabbed Michelle's hips and pulled her back against me as hard as I could. That was when Janine started sucking on my left nut. God! The sensation was intense! I blasted two shots into Michelle before she fell forward. Janine quickly grabbed my still-squirting cock and rammed it into her mouth. The last two shots painted the back of her tongue. I had to get off that bed fast. This was a black-out level orgasm, and I didn't want to crush Janine. I sat on the floor, leaning back against the bed, my head on the mattress and my eyes closed. I could hear the girls lying behind me, panting just as hard as I was. I think it was Michelle that started it, but soon we were all chuckling. The girls got untangled from each other, and got down on the floor on either side of me. Nobody said a word for about a minute. Janine leaned forward and asked Michelle, "Are we having fun yet?" "Look at us," Michelle laughed, pointing at a gob of cum on Janine's cheek. Janine wiped it up with her finger and sucked it clean. "You're whole face is wet from me, girlfriend. Hell, look at Dan! He looks like he just ran a marathon." "I feel like it. I haven't slept in well over eighty hours, I drank a lot of beer, and then this. I need a shower," I said. "Do you have some extra towels?" Michelle asked. Our bathroom had a decent-sized older bathtub in a tile enclosure with a shower curtain. The rose and avocado wallpaper reminded me of the bathroom in my grandparent's house. As I said, very Ozzie and Harriet. Even though two amazing girls were getting in the shower with me, I thought I was too tired to do much besides wash. Wrong. One look at the water cascading over Janine's ass and Michelle's hot nipples had me getting interested all over again. I decided I could be tired later. The girls took turns washing each other, while I stood there and watched. Faces were gently washed, breasts were softly scrubbed, and pussies were explored.. For a while, it seemed as though the girls almost forgot I was there. No wonder their dorm mates called them LUGs. But it was only when they started tongue-kissing each other that I got truly hard. Michelle broke the kiss and reached down to touch me. Her one small, wet hand closed gently around my shaft, while her other hand fondled Janine's pussy. "Thanks for sharing, Janine," she said. Janine looked from Michelle's one hand to the other. "Sharing myself, or him?" she asked. "Both," Michelle said. "You guys made this night very special for me." "Who says the night is over?" Janine asked. Her own hand joined Michelle's on my cock. "Ready for round three, Dan?" she asked. "Let's get out of the shower," I panted. "Oh, not yet," Michelle said, batting her eyes at me. "Something needs more cleaning." She slowly lowered herself to her knees. As she went, she licked a trail from my ear, across my one nipple, and down my belly, until her tongue was washing my balls. Janine knelt next to Michelle, her one hand on her friend's ass. With just the tip of her tongue, Janine licked the pre-cum from my slit. "Team blowjob?" Michelle asked. "My thought exactly," Janine said, just before she began inhaling my meat. The girls took turns sucking me, licking me, and pulling on my ball sack with their lips. When they started licking up and down my shaft together, tongue-wrestling over my helmet, I again wondered what I had done to deserve this. I came when Janine had my cock clamped firmly in her mouth. She had grabbed my asscheeks to pull me against her, ensuring that she got my entire load. "Hey, no fair," Michelle whined. "I had just said about sharing." Janine said nothing, but stood up, pulling Michelle up with her. She grabbed her friend and gave her a deep, open-mouthed kiss. I could see their tongues swapping my cum. When they had both swallowed everything, Janine looked at Michelle and said, "Don't ever say I don't share." We dried off and headed back to my room. I knew I was done for the night. I don't even really remember crawling in bed. I woke up the next afternoon to Tom shaking my shoulder. "Wake up, Dan." "Why?" "Do you have any aspirin?" College Girls I opened one eye, looked around, and saw the afternoon sun trying to burn through my window blinds. Opening the second eye, I saw that Tom and I were the only ones in the room. "What do you want?" I yawned. "My head is going to explode or something if I can't get some aspirin. I've never had a hangover this bad!" Tom moaned. "You drink too much." "Yeah, we'll discuss that later. You got any aspirin or not?" "Top left drawer of my desk." "Thanks, Dan, you're my best friend." Tom staggered out of my room and into the bathroom. A little while later, he came back in. He almost looked human now. "Thanks, Dan," he said. "Those aspirin, a shower, and some quality bathroom time, and now I think I'll live. Oh, don't go in the bathroom for a couple minutes. That exhaust fan is kind of weak." "You're a pig, Tom." "Yeah, well, whatever," Tom said. "I've seen you pretty drunk, too. Fuck, I don't remember some shit from last night! Did those chicks actually come back here with us? Last thing I remember, I was pissing in the alley." I was about to say something witty, when I got a text message. "dont drink 2nite" "who r u" I texted back. "J and M" "hey," I keyed. "redo last night with you" "ok," I typed. "come alone" She texted again. "how many times duz 1 go into 2" "find out 2nite" I wrote and closed my phone. "Tom," I said, "You fucking drink way too much."