Author's Note:
This is the second chapter in the series. Please read the 'Christy' series in chronological order for the plot to make the most sense. I am quite new to storytelling, so please feel free to submit feedback via the comments or messages.
Thank you.
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Christy was a cheating Asian slut.
She had just cheated on her long-distance boyfriend, Kevin, with a random guy in her dorm. John had kissed her and instead of fighting, pushing, or leaving him, she allowed it to continue, eventually cumming on his face.
Weeks passed since the incident. Determined to salvage her relationship with Kevin, Christy immersed herself in open communication and efforts to rebuild the trust that had been shaken by another man taking her for his. Determined to mend the rift that had emerged between her and her boyfriend, Christy threw herself into repairing their relationship.
She poured time and energy into frequent FaceTimes, heartfelt messages, and even surprise care packages sent to Kevin's doorstep. Yet despite the weeks passing and the efforts being made, the loneliness persisted, leaving Christy yearning for connection and a sense of belonging, naturally going to Kevin for her attention and needs. However, as Christy hyper-fixated on fixing their issues, she failed to notice that her continued efforts were creating a new strain on their connection.
Kevin, at first, enjoyed the overload of attention that he received from Christy. In particular, he has been in a desperate dry spell with his girlfriend moving away and found himself masturbating to the occasional nude that Christy sent. It was odd - during the time that she was with him, she was a bit more on the conservative side, only sending it with no face or ability to recognize her whatsoever. As of late, Christy has been sending more aggressive nudes and has been taking up quite a bit of Kevin's bandwidth. What was once something he was looking forward to, he slowly resented.
Kevin, feeling overwhelmed by the sudden surge of attention, started to withdraw. The constant calls and messages, while well-intentioned, began to suffocate him. He longed for the independent and carefree Christy he fell in love with, not the version who seemed to be engulfed in the anxiety of a long-distance relationship. Little did Kevin know that it was not the LDR that Christy was anxious about, but the fact that weeks ago, she had been mauled by another man just right outside her dorm.
But Kevin distanced himself emotionally, and Christy, unaware of the impending consequences, grew frustrated and disheartened. The once vibrant connection they shared began to erode, and in her desperation, she texted her boyfriend.
- Why are you pulling away?- C
- You've just been a lot lately, babe, I just need some space... - K
- Are you serious? I'm putting in so much effort and you don't even appreciate it?? - C
- I do appreciate it, and I appreciate you. I love you babe - K
- Go fuck yourself, don't talk to me. - C
She screamed, throwing her phone on the bed. "Fuck it". If her boyfriend wasn't going to appreciate the attention she was giving, she could just easily find it somewhere else. It was an intrusive thought that caught flame violently, as she decided to distract herself again.
- Just not that far this time - she thought. Perhaps she should text John? No, John was an asshole and she wasn't into assholes (yet). Frustrated, she groaned. Then, it came to her and she knew what she was going to do.
Christy decided to find solace in an environment she thought could offer a temporary escape -- a nearby frat party whose flyers were being passed out earlier in the quad.
"I'll show him"' and she began to run through her closet for an outfit worthy of tonight's mission.
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Having pre-gamed in her Uber ride over, Christy hopped out slightly warm. She decided to wear her favorite pair of denim shorts that showed a little bit of ass cheeks and a black crop top that ran a size too small, which hugged her Asian C Cup tits quite nicely. She wore hoop earrings and had a pair of beater sneakers to dance in - because one thing was for sure, she was going to dance her night away. With guys, girls, by herself, it didn't matter - Christy wanted to just have fun.
"Look at this bitch" one guy said as she walked up the stairs.
"Holy shit, look at her Asian tits" his friend commented. Christy smiled. She appreciated the attention, however forward it was. As she walked past, one of the guys slapped her ass. Christy squealed and hurried in. Having walked into the frat house, she was immediately hit with the smell of liquor, pulsating music, and a vibrant atmosphere that provided a stark contrast to the stress that had been haunting her. The smell of freedom and a chance to let loose drew her in, and she eagerly started to look for the closest bottle. She found herself fighting the crowd with a boy who was passing out shots.
"Damn bitch, calm down, there are plenty of shots to go around," the boy said as he passed her a shot.
"Shut up, and fucking give it to me" Christy downing one shot, and another from his table.
"Damn, you're ready to get FUCKED"
"EXCUSE ME?" Christy was caught aback.