In my college days, I was something of a libertine among libertines. I ran with a theater type crowd at my school, a mix of unique personalities, but with one thing largely in common – we were all horny motherfuckers.
Starting the summer of my senior year, my friend Mark and I rented a two bedroom house off-campus to live in. It was a great deal – more than spacious enough for two and great for parties. We threw two or three parties every week, and had an absolute ball.
During the summer, my friend Sasha told me her parents had kicked her out after they found out she was smoking pot. She asked if she could crash on the couch for a few weeks, and I said sure. We’d always gotten along great, so I figured it’d be no problem.
She was a busty brunette with a big butt and a slim waist who had gone from pudgy-hot a few years back when I’d first met her to hourglass-smokinghot by the time she moved in that summer.