I️ spotted you across the room. Truth be told, this wasn’t the first time I’d seen you from afar. You sat in my math class two rows up and 3 seats to the left. My dick curves left. Happy coincidence maybe. I️ like to think is not. I️ always watched intently, eyes glued to your direction, never blinking for the 3 minutes before class got out. I️ looked because when class was dismissed, you never fail to bend over in an attempt to quickly pack your stuff up and exit the lecture hall. What you didn’t know- or at least didn’t seem to care about- is that when you made that move from upright to waist at 90 degrees, your sorority house shirt rode up just enough. Just past those firm, perky ass cheeks of yours. Some days, you didn’t wear anything underneath. On those days, my favorite days, I️ could see the tiny, black g-string. There goes my cock again. Stiffening and curving left. As was common in math class sitting 3 rows behind you and 3 to the right. Then I️ saw you at the bar. I️t was late, I️ was drunk. You stood there looking uninterested in anything you saw. I️ was only interested in one thing I️ saw: you. Maybe I️t was the hormones, maybe I️t was the alcohol but I️ had to have you. I️ approached you. I️ didn’t introduce myself. I️ didn’t say anything in the way of a greeting. In fact, I️ said nothing at all. Actions speak louder than words and I️ wanted to act. I️ confidently strode up to you. Eyes. Locked. 10 feet away. I️ grabbed your face and planted my tongue deep in your mouth. You didn’t resist. I️t took you a few seconds but you reciprocated. Good. Progress. I️ broke the kiss and liked your cheek. Then I️ grabbed your waist. Spinning you forcefully, I️ lined my hips up with yours and bent you in half. Much like how you bent over in class. You cake as close to riding my big swollen left curved dick as the thin skirt you wore would let you. Pulling your skirt up enough to get a hand underneath, I️ was pleased to find a lack of any type of underwear. Easy access is sexy. I️t was then that I️ said the first words to you ever: Wanna get out of here? You rejected my offer. I️ was upset until you offered a solution. You wanted to fuck but you didn’t want to leave. Through a very breathy exhale due to my fingers on your clit, you sighed two very disjointed, very excited words: Bathroom. Now. You lead me to the only single, locked door style bathroom and locked the door behind us. You pinned me against the wall. Grabbing your ass with the skirt around your hips, I️ spun, pinning you against the wall. There wasn’t time to get undressed, however, the lack of breasts in my face was unacceptable. I️ pulled out first your left and then right tit. The nipples felt good on my tongue and your moans let me know you thought the same. You screamed when I️ nibbled. I️ had had enough. I️ needed to feel your tight sorority girl pussy around my throbbing cock. I️ lifted one leg and cupped the thigh from underneath like I️ was doing a bicep curl. Your hands fumbled with my zipper but ultimately got me out of my pants. I️ thrusted up into your tight snatch. I️t was bliss. You screamed and moaned and came on my dick. I️ wasn’t done. I️ pulled out of you and applied a gentle but firm hand on your head forcing you to your knees. You took all of my cock into your mouth. Too soft. I️ grabbed your hair with both hands and thrusted into your mouth. With nowhere to go and your back literally against a wall, you took all of me down your throat. You loved I️t. I️ know because you came by your own hand. Twice. I️ was close to cumming. You felt me getting ready. Suddenly you got away. Still on your knees, you looked up with puppy dog eyes. Cum inside me daddy! I️ didn’t need to be told twice. I️ yanked you up to your fee and once again made you assume that bent over position. This time, I️t was over the sink. I️ watched your eyes roll to the back of your head as I️ slammed into you again and again and again, each time watching your tits make contact with the porcelain white sink. Your ass bounced as I️ fucked you so hard I️ thought you might bleed. I️ stiffened up and came inside you. I️ pulled out and made you lick me clean. You were a good little sorority cum slut. I’d be seeing you again, I’m sure. I️ didn’t give you my number. I️ said I’d see you in math class. To make sure you didn’t forget me, I️ lifted your skirt up again, gave you a hard spanking on your firm ass. I️ went to exit the bathroom but before I️ did, I️ saw the outline of my hand on your ass. Quickly thinking, I️ pulled your skirt off completely and lifted you up as I️ slid I️t under your feet. You now wore nothing but your top. No thing, no skirt, nothing to hide the handprint. I️ opened the door and exited the bar with your skirt in hand. I️ still think about you trying to make I️t out of that bar with nothing covering my handprint and even sexier, nothing covering your ass and pussy.