After college, the woman of my dreams approaches me.
She's Lynda Bree, the hottest & most popular woman on campus, and I'm the shortest, porkiest man in my class.
"What could she possibly see in me?" I wondered.
"Hey there, stud. Meet me here for some fun."
She hands me a piece of paper. It has a heart border and smells like her perfume. The "o"s are hearts, the "i"s are dotted in hearts.
it says; "Come to this address tonight to get fucked. This is NOT a joke."
The address is below that. I'm not sure what to think; I'd been humiliated by these kind of pranks before. It seems as if everyone @ school, in fact, goes to great lengths to humiliate me.
But this one said succinctly; "This is not a joke." With hearts for both "o"s and above both "i"s.
I decide to go. I have to risk it. If it ended up being Jimmy and his band of neanderthal jocks playing a prank, so be it.
As soon as I walk into the house, the scent of perfumes tickles my nostrils. I hear pop music playing from an upstairs bedroom and giggling women above me. It's obvious from their voices they were excited. But what for? To fuck me? Am I actually attractive after all? Does my short stature make me "mysterious" or "exotic" in some way?
I keep asking myself these questions as I walk upstairs.
Down a hall, there's a room with lights on in it. I walk to the room and with each step the smell of perfume and feminine flesh gets stronger.
Finally, I enter the room and see that I'm surrounded by the hottest chick from Colorado State University. I can't hide my pitiful little boner.
They're all SO gorgeous; each sexy in her own unique way. Some plumper, with breasts big enough to smother a guy my size, others supermodel-thin and tall and others of average size, with a "girl next door" thing going.
All of their legs are exposed (with short shorts, mini-skirts, panties, or swimwear) except for Lynda, who's in blue-brown pantyhose.
