[M]y [F]irst post and being educated. [Cheating] [Very Long]

I’ll start with a backstory since this is my first post. I apologize for any of the grammatical errors, it’s been a long time since I did anything remotely close to writing. This story all took place my senior year of college, I was a miserable excuse for a student. I went to a 4-year, small college in a moderately sized city in the northeast. My course of study was pushed on me by my parents, thinking a bachelor’s degree would be better than a 2-year school, needless to say I had some mild resentment at the time, knowing full well it was my financial responsibility when I finished. With that said, I lived on campus in senior housing, a 3-story unit with 7 other guys, all of us good friends. I attended classes sporadicly, not because I was focused on drinking and slacking (but I was definitely minoring in alcohol consumption), it was more based on the fact that I knew where I was headed and I was goal oriented towards my career path, even if the now was education. I did everything in my power to make it take the back seat. I had just become a paramedic, and working hard at being a good paramedic, working fulltime plus as much overtime as I could push myself to. I failed to mention that this particular city where my school is located is top 20 per capita on the FBI’s most dangerous cities, I learned on the job pretty quick. I really liked the paychecks, plus my ex-gf lived a few doors down with all of her friends and I kind of hated everything about her, she’s my wife and mother of my child now, so I guess you can say we reconciled. All of my anger towards everything fueled my passion for doing what I wanted. So bear with me, some of the conversations are a little off based on time that has lapsed, and of course, the names have been changed to protect the not-so-innocent.
A little on me, I’m 5’9, thin framed and athletic build, at the time I clocked in just about 170, was in much better shape and visited the gym if I had time, which was about twice a week and occasional lacrosse pick up games with some buddies. I have light brown hair which I keep shaved down to a fuzz. Have an average piece, never had any complaints that I know of (oh well) at just a little over 6″ with a pretty prominent head when fully erect.
It was the second week of the school year, and I was reluctantly walking into the lab component of my ChemII class, which meant I had to take it at night because it was the only opening because I registered for classes late the last year, my own fault. I was less than thrilled to rearrange my regular shift for Tuesday to make my way to lab for the next semester, and just generally unhappy doing anything I didn’t want, so you can imagine the enthusiasm when I sauntered in and sat next to a girl I was pretty friendly with through my ex, and still carried on a friendly relationship with. It was still pretty warm out, so the lab room was littered with upperclassmen dreading the fact they had to wear close-toed shoes and pants, a memo I forgot with untied sneakers and shorts. This act grabbed the attention of the GA, who I hadn’t paid any attention to sitting at the desk in front of a white board and lab set-up with her stuffy white coat on. The opening spiel commenced by Allie our GA who would be running the lab and I was public enemy number 1 when she got to the “appropriate lab attire” portion. Normally the first week the professors and GA’s don’t harp on you, but for some reason I hit the lottery and received an attempt at being a public specimen for the class to see. Allie glared through her glasses as she said “and don’t anyone do as C has done, you will receive an incomplete if you should up to lab this way again. You may take your seat.” I mumbled to my friend “jeez you would think that I was going to placed in the stalks for the class to throw apples and rocks at.” My friend giggled and I got a stare from Allie as I smirked back. It was at this time that I had realized that Allie was really attractive. She seamed to have an athletic build, however that pesky lab coat blocked whatever I really wanted to gawk at. Allie stood about 5’4″ tall, guessed at about 125-130lbs, dirty strawberry blonde hair that was pulled back to show her perfectly matched ears to her narrow face with slightly rounded cheek bones. She had a small nose with a stud in the left nostril, and soft set of lips that weren’t huge, but matched the rest of her face that hid a perfect smile (sucker for a smile and nice teeth) and grayish-green eyes that were something you could just stare at, framed by dark tortoise shell glasses. She appeared to have a smaller chest, but again that damn lab coat covered her thin low-cut maroon sweater, and her skin was still tan from being sun-kissed from the recent summer break. She continued on with the rest of her introduction to the next 10 or so weeks and what was expected, and as she raised her hand I noticed some bling on her left ring finger, an engagement ring that said “he’s got money”. Well that was it for me, I figured she was a hoity-toity bitch, and the lynching she just attempted at me was an attempt to show her dominance in the classroom and it was her way, always.
The semester dragged on, I miserably made my way to lab weekly on Tuesdays. Continually, I caught what felt like extra pressure from Allie and her attempt to make a mockery of me, which she couldn’t succeed. I maintained a continuous 95 average throughout the semester, greatly outperforming a majority of the class, made up on all girls and one other guy. I could tell by the constant dissatisfaction in Allie’s voice when I would succeed, I think she thought she would get rid of me and some of my antics. She even would mix up lab partners thinking that I wasn’t doing any of the work, on the contrary, I laughed. She even reached out to me to make it a point. The last lab before a three-day weekend she was passing out the assignments when she leaned over the table and held my paperwork hostage, “You’re going to work with so-and-so, maybe you can carry them,” and slyly smirked, it was a girl who was on the verge of failing. I snickered and looked thru her open lab coat to try and sneak a peak at down her shirt (hey, I was a 21 year old horny college kid) and met her eyes, “perfect, I can work with almost anyone.” She left us alone and boy, did I freaking carry that girl. The whole time I made sure to not draw attention to it, but we finished the assignment with minutes to spare for the allotted time, which sucked for me because I was always finishing early in anticipation of leaving as soon as possible. In retrospect probably added to the irritation from Allie.
Once we finished I handed in our reports to Allie and said, “I’ll look forward to seeing this grade this week too.”
Allie looked up from her desk, her lab coat was a little more open from being seated and I could tell she was packing a perfectly proportioned B cup, “Yeah, I’m sure you will, but you’ll probably be too drunk to check it Thursday night.”
“Yeah, or working too hard, but you call it what you want. Why don’t you meet up with us Friday night though, you seem like you could use a drink,” I said jokingly, but not about the fact she could use a drink. “Yeah, no, I don’t think so, but it was a good try,” she emphasized the good mockingly. “Ok, suit yourself, but you could use that drink,” I tossed my bag over my shoulder and left until next week. The long weekend was due to a state holiday on Monday, which meant I was working all weekend and packing in as many hours as I could to work for double-time as long as possible Monday, which meant any shift for the rest of the week was OT, and the lab schedules were pushed back a day.
I was at work Tuesday evening when I got an email from Allie, Where are you Mr. C?; You do know that failure to show up and complete a lab on time is subject to incompletion of the lab and that without completing the make-up session Friday you will be subject to being dropped. – Allie. I promptly responded while my partner typed their patient report. I didn’t have lab that night, it was pushed back a day.. Until I got the next email from her at about 8pm when I received a coinciding text message from my friend asking my whereabouts during lab. Apparently I had skipped everything on Monday, not realizing that the liberal school only recognized federal holidays and not the rest of the state holidays. Whoops. I replied to Allie fairly nonchalant and eluded to the fact that I would try to get to the Friday make-up lab, knowing full well I would go so I didn’t fail, shit I had made plenty of money that week. Allie replied again and said she better see me in the class. Fast forward to Friday, I call out of work and head to do some grocery shopping, I had 1 class Fridays, and I went the previous week, and had to turn in some work before lunch, easy and done. I headed to the mid afternoon make-up lab and walked in to a barren lab, with the professor and 2 other students, both who I’d never laid eyes on except around campus. Much to my dismay, Allie wasn’t proctoring this lab, so I went off on my own and did the assignment, when halfway thru the door opened, I paid no attention until I heard a girls voice. Unquestionably it was Allie, and I looked up. She was speaking with the professor and we made eye contact. To my delight, she was wearing a tight 3/4 zip light jacket that hugged her thin waistline that said “coach” and the schools field hockey logo, with tight grey yoga pants and pink Nikes on, and her legs were long and tight and her ass looked like you could bounce a quarter to the moon off of it, slim, round and fit. I’m an ass man, and usually like a volleyball ass, but she had a hell of a package. I asked if she was just checking on me, and she acknowledged that she was. I just shook my head and went back to what I was doing, keeping an eye on her to wait for her to leave so I could watch her ass. And it certainly didn’t disappoint, up until the moment the door closed. I finished my report before the other two students and turned it in with about 40 minutes left of the lab. I was walking back to my dorm when my Blackberry dinged in my pocket, it was a number that I didn’t recognize in a text message. I opened it and it said “record time and no one to carry you huh?” I was confused and asked who the hell was texting me. “Who do you think this is?” Again, perplexed I replied “You texted me, I don’t know”. Before I could even slip the brick smart phone in my pocket again it buzzed, “Allie”. Confused, and a little undoubtedly excited I sent back, “Ok, how did you get my number? And I don’t need to be carried, I carry your class.” Allie-“Yeah…ok. I’m your GA, I have all of your contact info.” I shrugged it off and continued back to my apartment and thought nothing of the taunt. I plugged my phone in and opened my computer, and turned on the TV in my dorm room. I checked in with the roommates and what their plans were for the night, everyone was there and we planned out or next moves. I grabbed a beer from my mini fridge in my room (I’m a beer snob so I had a stash) and realized that I needed to hit the liquor store and stock up. I got back to my computer and realized that my phone had gone off again. Allie- “How come you didn’t give me any grief today like normal?” Me- “Probably because I didn’t care to since I didn’t have an audience. Plus it wouldn’t have been nice to embarrass you in front of your boss, since in front of the class is enough, I might just start attending the make-up labs regularly, I don’t get harassed there.” “That, would be awesome, we both would have easier time on Tuesday afternoons” Allie shot back in record time. “How come you didn’t harass me today about what I was doing this weekend and if I would come drink with you and your friends?” I was surprised by this question, “Aw, do you feel left out this week?” Something about texting her was easier than in person, she puts up such a front in class. Allie replied, “I figured it was a weekly routine.” Me- “Figured I’d just get the one of the many answers I’ve gotten in the past. I’ve pretty much gotten everything short of ‘go fuck yourself’. But I won’t break the ritual, what are you up to this weekend, want to come drink with us?” Allie didn’t reply immediately and I continued on with the rest of my tasks, which were eating, getting beer and figuring out the rest of the night.
In another hour and a half Allie text back, “Well, tonight I’m having dinner with friends that are in town at another school. What are you guys doing tomorrow night?” Perplexed, I replied back with, “Beach party at my TH. Sand, sandals, and margaritas. Bring your friends. Party starts at 8.” I didn’t think I’d see her. She was engaged, a grad student and lived in graduate housing. Not a chance.
The next day goes on like any other Saturday, big breakfast, hanging around and yard games with some mild day drinking while watching the football team lose. We always went for a “fam dinner” as roommates and returned for the set up, our half assed ideas of who was getting laid by who, what time the usual fight would go down between one roommate and his gf (inevitable and always entertaining), who was wearing what. Everyone split for showers, some for naps, others for their redtube sessions; I left my door open and sipped on the pitcher of margs that I had concocted to test the recipe. Just about time to go and I was getting out of the shower and noticed my phone had a text and missed call, both from Allie. Immediate thought was that she was bailing, so I checked the text, “Too cold for a bikini, hope that I’ll still get thru the door haha.” Text her back and said, “Thongs only, and not the shower shoes haha.” Allie texted back about 15 minutes later, “No thong swimwear here, but my friend said she’s got hers on!” I laughed to myself and put my phone back down. I put on a goony Hawaiian shirt, a straw hat and some shorts and headed downstairs. Jimmy Buffet and Kenny Chesney plaid on repeat all night and the mood was fun throughout the place, tiki torches in sand buckets with lights everywhere and underclass girls half shit-faced when they showed up wearing next to nothing. Not something I minded, but not something that was a turn on. I was in the back yard enjoying the October air when I got a text again from Allie, “Be there in 10.” It was about 915. I was really surprised, but stayed out in the back just talking with some party-goers that I knew from well partying. Our inevitable drunken roommate fought with his girlfriend in one of the top ten of all time, and everyone cheered them on. It was about 955 when the back door opened and a girl I recognized as a GA walked thru, she was about 5’11 wearing a coconut bra and straw hat, with a grass skirt and some flipflops, pretty nice to accent her 8/10 body, and had already beed lei-d somewhere thru the living room. Who I saw behind her being pulled out was what really surprised me, Allie, with her hair pulled up, a set of sunglasses in place on her head, a light blue tank top that just barely hid her mid-drift, with what looked like a strapless bikini top underneath, a pair of capri (whatever they are) light colored jeans, and a pair of tan wedge heels that put her up eye level with me, and made her legs and ass tighter than ever. She came right over and in her already indulged state gave me a hug, “Hey, I’ve been here for ten minutes, we couldn’t find you!”
“Sorry, I thought you were going to be here in 10 minutes!” we laughed and there was a mild introduction to her friend, who indeed did wear her thong bikini under her grass skirt, which was not a bad sight at all, and of course was a big hit with the guys at the party. Mild small talk and Allie was talking with some of her field hockey players and one pulled out a bottle of tequila and I left them to top off my marg. I was inside mingling and enjoying not being at work. About 20 minutes after I went inside, Allie reappeared and swam through the packed kitchen, “Hey, C, do you have any beer?” “Yeah,” I replied, “There’s Millers in the cooler under the stairs that are mine, help yourself.” I don’t drink all my good beer during party time, it would be a waste. Allie looked at me, “Eh, got any good beer?” That I had, and the fact that she asked, made me think that she would appreciate it. I nodded and motioned to the stairs, “Yeah, upstairs, in my fridge. IPA’s ok?” “Perfect,” she smiled as she grabbed my left arm and gave it a firm squeeze with both of her hands. “Lead the way!” We pushed through the maze of people up to my room and I opened the door, “Make yourself at home.” I went to the edge of my bed where my dorm room size fridge was and opened the door and grabbed a couple piney IPAs. I turned around to see Allie sitting at my desk looking over the pictures of my family on the wall, sparse but she was looking. I had to reach over her to get the bottle opener, “excuse me.” I brushed in front of her. “You’re not excused,” she said as I looked at her, she had this shit eating grin on her face. “Now, excuse me.” She leaned forward to me and I knew where this was going. But how? She’s engaged and here? Yeah, that thought was short lived. Our lips met, hers were soft, inviting like a post card from a tropical island. She tasted like tequila but smelled like a coconut from shampoo that wisped from her hair. Our tongues met softly, and then began to dart widely. Soft moans came from her as I leaned forward into her in my chair and I slightly drew her chin upwards with my hand. Our kiss broke and I went to her right cheek, and gently kissed to her right ear, breaking the light kisses for intermittent nibbles and sucking on her ear lobe and down her neck and along her neck line with no other response than light moans of approval. I got up and looked at her “I’m going to shut the door.” She smiled and stood up and followed. No sooner did I shut the door and flip the lock, I was met almost face to face by Allie, pure passion in her eyes. We went right back to our starting point, her kiss grew stronger, and our tongues were like a Tony award winning tap dance group in each other’s mouths, strong with purpose, but almost rehearsed and fluid. I ran my hands down her hips, and she pushed herself forward, grinding her pubic bone onto my growing package. She let out a light whimper as I grazed my hands over the outside of her tight, athletic ass, and moved to the bottom of her cheeks and picker her up, she groaned and I brought her to my bed and laid her down. She ground her mound against my abs through the fabric between us like a couple horny teenagers afraid of what might happen if they got naked. I broke the kiss once again and leaned over her with both arms straddling either side of her body, “Is this what you want?” She asked. “Is it what you want?” Fucking dummy, why would you turn that around. She didn’t hesitate as those eyes took me in and landed on the hard on under my shorts. She ran her hands under my shirt quick and ran right down to my cock over the shorts, “No, this is what I want!” She knew what she wanted at least. My cock might have been the hardest it had ever been. I went in for the right side of her cheek to her ear and down her neck, evening out what I had done to the left. This time I went further down her neck like just between her perky breasts and lifted her shirt up to the base of her bikini top exposing her pierced navel and almost strong abs covered by some womanly softness over her stomach, athletic through and through. I kissed under her breasts and along her ribs where she had a tattoo under her right breast which was a turn-on. I kissed down to the top of her pant line, and a hint of mint green lace waistband of her panties peaked out, it looked great against her fading tan, still fairly warm from the summer.
I unbuttoned, and zipped them down, never breaking my kiss from her torso, while she ran her fingers through my fuzzy head in approval. I felt the heavy band on her engagement ring on her left hand rushing across my scalp and it made me feel that much more turned on. I kissed back down her midline, past her unbuttoned pants and back down to her inner thigh, back to her covered slit, I could feel the heat resonating through the denim. She loved the teasing, and I do love to tease. I went under her butt and grabbed her pants and started to peal them off of her. She sat up “Better take my shoes off” she said between kisses off enraged passion. “I was hoping they’d stay on, your legs and ass looked insane.” Allie smirked “Maybe they’ll come back on.” She winked and kicked them off her cute feet. She wiggled down her pants and while she was getting up pulled off her tank top and dropped herself into a squatting position and lifted my shirt. She kissed and sucked my stomach and the warmth of her mouth and coolness of the air hitting the saliva gave me an endorphin dump like no other. She undid my belt and pried the button off as she didn’t wait for the zipper and tugged my pants to the floor, my cock was smack into her face. Her eyes lit and with the color reminded me of the ocean in a storm, crashing and violent but beautiful. She softly lifted it straight to the sky and kissed under the head along the base down to the base. She kissed softly at the bottom and then licked directly up the path she had just planted before licking the little bit of precum that had began to ready for entry. She then slowly sucked my head, mixing in a few more kisses and licks. It was as if she knew every little spot of my cock that was sensitive to a good blowjob. I looked down at her and just took in the site for a second, and for a second couldn’t believe my dick was in my beautiful, bitchy, GA’s mouth, and that I was on a one-way train to fuck her. I reached down and rested my hand on her head as she kept sucking, giving her my approval. I brought it down to her chest and slid it under the band of swimsuit she had covering them, I could feet her soft tits, a pert B, and her small nipples became erect as I brushed them. I slid my hand further and cupped it firmly. “God, Allie, you have no idea how good that mouth is.” She moaned as I said that and looked up at me, my engorged cock halfway in her mouth and she pulled back slowly. She sprang to her feet and we kissed again as I unclasped her top and tossed it to the side, I grabbed her tits once again to get a proper feel. I moved my right hand down the front of her now hard abs as she continued to slowly stroke my cock and occasionally fondle my full balls. My other hand made its way down her back and grabbed her ass while I rubbed her mound over the VS thong she was wearing, the heat emitting from between her legs was like a flame thrower, the most intense I’ve ever felt to that point. I had to taste her. I kissed down her body, stopping at her nipples to give them each an equal turn, sucking and nibbling, and along her stomach, over her panties and could taste her wetness that had soaked her thong. I moved the lace to the side, drenched my fingers as I did it, and kissed around her lips, tasting her sweet and saltiness and enjoying every last bit. I lapped the wonderful grool that had started to run down her thigh as I gently brushed her clit with my thumb. I pushed her back to get a better angle and she fell on the bed, pulling her legs up to rest them over my head. I kneeled in, and devoured her after seconds, squirming and squeezing my head between her slender but muscular thighs. I spread her lips with my hands and gently pushed my tongue over the bottom ridge of her glistening slit and inside and up to her clit making circles and light flicks as I slid a finger into her. She arched her back and her ribs rippled her skin, I played with her perfect handful tits with my other hand. I kept going with her slit, I pulled my finger out, drenched in her juices. I licked the length of her pussy again, now swollen from the blood flow and back down past the bottom hilt of her pussy and flicked her pussy soaked asshole and Allie bucked and shook in appreciation. I kept at it for a few more seconds before my own need to completely satisfy her took over and I went back to her clit, placing my finger back into her juicy slit, and lightly placing pressure on her asshole with another finger with no signs of her deterring me. I pushed on and slid another finger in her other soaked hole, making her cum within seconds. I feverishly finger fucked her as she still started to come down from her climax. I pulled my fingers out as she sprung forward and grabbed my cock, “Fuck me, now C.” I didn’t disappoint before, who am I to do it now? I pulled her to the edge of the bed, and never even removed her panties before she guided me in slow, engulfing me with the wet heat and slowing going further.
“Mmm, god, that cock feels so good,” Allie said.
“You are so wet, it’s fucking phenomenal,” I replied. We kissed and slowly picked up my pace as I pushed deeper. Before I knew it, we were in sync, and or rhythm had brought Allie back up to the verge of another orgasm. I pushed on. “Don’t fucking stop, I’m gonna cum,” she whispered into my ear with eagerness. I pushed on, and picked up the pace a little and she whimpered and tightened, her legs pushed into my sides and her pussy clenched my cock and I had to stop as she came, grasping the sheets. We kissed as I let her regroup. “I want you from behind, I need to see that fucking ass,” I said. Allie moaned in agreement and got up, her thong still pulled to the side. “I told you I didn’t own a thong bikini, but I figured this would satisfy you,” she said bent over, her pussy lips glistening and her pink little asshole peaking out. I knelt down again and lapped at her juices spreading her ass and pulling the fabric away so I could stink my tongue in her tight little asshole. I couldn’t help it, it was there and begging for a good tonguing, and I received more moans of approval. I feverishly lapped and rimmed her tight hole while I started to caress her lips. She was no stranger to having her asshole played with, that was obvious, and I sat back and slid a finger in so I could watch. She panted as I slid it deeper, pulled it out and tongue her hole again, this time getting my tongue deeper, and again replacing my tongue with a finger. I slid another against her asshole and pushed gently with no signs of trying to be stopped, I pushed it in and slowly stretched her ass, making my fingers even with one another and pushing from side to side and pushing her open.
“God, your asshole is fucking sexy,” I said grabbing a cheek with my other hand. “Hmmf, oh, fuck, why don’t you put your dick in my ass,” Allie said with her face in my sheets. Surprise! At this point I wasn’t because the entirety of the night was a surprise, but when I said I don’t think I’ve been harder earlier, now, my dick hurt it was so hard. There was nothing about making love here, it was all primal and it was about fucking.
“Allie, fuck, you want it in your ass?” I probably sounded like a bitch, but I was just double checking. “Oh, baby, fuck my ass,” she wasn’t asking, she was telling. I was happy to oblige. I slid my cock over her juices and back in her pussy as her hand reached down to her clit and plaid with herself slowly as I lubed my dick with her own lube. Still fingering her ass, I pulled out my fingers and ran them over her pussy and across her asshole, before slowly pushing the head of my cock into her. Like I said earlier, way earlier, the head of my cock is a helmet, and it took a little extra and with a gentle pop, I was in. She wined a little to adjust to the size difference between my fingers and cock, but it didn’t take long as she slowly ran her own digits across her pussy and back to her love button. My dick still glistening from her pussy made it no challenge to slide in slowly and deeper as she adjusted. I could tell she wasn’t going to kick me out, and I kept going, slowly picking up the pace and did she on her clit. Her ass started to jiggle with the pace, and slapping slowly off of my hips. I could feel myself starting to hit the point of no return.
Allie started to get to another orgasm, “Oh, god, keep going, I’m gonna fucking cum.” “Oh, cum for me,” I said and got deeper and she shivered. I was getting so close, “I’m gonna cum too baby.” “Oh, fuck my ass, C. Give me that load in my fucking asshole,” she said and that was it, war path. “Oh, holy shit, I’m fucking cumin…” And with that she clenched and buried her face in the sheets and her asshole clenched my throbbing cock and started milking me as I pushed on and she moved her ass into me and made me fuck her harder than I had been but I was overtaken with the impending orgasm. She started to fall forward and I supported her hips as I tried to hold off and just couldn’t as I pushed deep and exploded, shooting load after load into her. Allie’s hand kept working her clit forcing her orgasm to push on with mine. I fell forward on her flat on the bed, her strong ass against my hips, and me still impaling her. I kissed her neck, and she shivered, I could still feel the muscles spasming from her orgasms.
“You’re still spasming,” I said, out of breath and euphoric. She panted herself, “I know, and your cock is still throbbing, oh fuck I can still feel you filling me..” We kissed as we both came down off of our orgasmic highs, and I slowly pulled out, cum quickly following out of her tight chamber. We laid there and gathered ourselves, catching our breaths by sharing each others. We both got comfortable and rested, both falling asleep with the dim lights on, party still bumping downstairs, but I didn’t mind missing it at all.
I woke up about an hour later and asked her if she needed to go, and she pleasantly replied “No.” We both needed to clean up, and the party had fizzled out and moved on, so we headed to shower together in the tiny stand up shower.
We went back after cleaning ourselves and each other, and partially dressed. I gave her a pair of gym shorts which she rolled about 80 times to fit her slim waist and we sat and talked and drank our untouched beers before having a few more and talking about what happened and how her fiance was away for a few days, and he didn’t pay any attention to her. How he was too engrossed in his masters of whatever, and she wanted more attention, and that they had different wants and needs, and obviously that he couldn’t satisfy her sexually.
Sorry for the long first post, but I felt it was needed and inevitable. I can be a little long winded, and it was nice to relive this experience. There is more for the next few days, and next few months. I also don’t condone cheating, I don’t do it, I was a horny college kid, oh well. Let me know if you want more and maybe I’ll post them or other experiences. Thanks for sticking through if you made it this far.

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