Happy little disclaimer: Everyone here was 18+ when these events occurred.
Hey! You’re here, again, and at this point I really shouldn’t be surprised anymore; y’all are entirely too horny, but I love you for it. Back issues can be found and read in the pinned post on my profile!
Occasionally, these chapters jump ahead by weeks and months between each other. This time, we’ll be moving ahead by almost no time at all. In fact, if you’ve just wrapped up the last chapter, then you’ll be happy to know that…
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We left for the club together. Not hand in hand; this was decidedly, unspokenly, not going to be a romantic thing, but the least you could do with someone whose ass you’d just painted with your cum is walk and talk with them on the way to the bar. And talk we did! She was a real firecracker, with a sense of humor that bordered on the profane and a generous laugh that she treated me with for the duration of our gaggle’s processional downtown. I finally caught a name, and shared mine in turn, and we caught a healthy ribbing from the dozen or so folks we walked with; our conspicuous disappearance from the party hadn’t gone unnoticed and a nosey party informed me that I should have had the decency to find out who she was before dicking her down. She leapt to my defense, pointing out that she hadn’t learned mine first either, and her friend called her a fucking liar. Several of them made awkward faces at each other; she had definitely known who I was.