The floor I lived on my freshman year was a dream situation. The floor was half boys and half girls and everybody got along great. We routinely went out in with groups of 20+ guys and girls and besides a few outliers I had gotten drunk with pretty much everyone on the floor.
One girl in the group was Katy, jokingly known as the floor whore. Katy was around 5’6” with olive skin and dark black hair. She was a bit of a butter face but her daily trips to the gym made her body pretty much perfect. She had a flat, toned stomach with C cup breasts and a firm round ass. She had a brash, loud personality but she oozed unashamed sexuality and just a hint of crazy. She would often drunkenly openly flirt with the guys in our group and tell stories of her sexual exploits. As I said, Katy was unashamed so if you took a shot at her you had better come correct or she wouldn’t be afraid to tell the whole floor how you were a shitty kisser, or like one of my unlucky friends, a “two pump chump.” Up until this point I had been able to steer clear of trying to my luck with her and had just enjoyed laughing as shit ripped on the short comings of our mutual friends.