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.
"....fucked UP," the boy said. "Sorry, my name is Trey. Welcome to our party, have another" and Christy quickly took her third shot that night in 10 minutes.
"Whatever, see you loser." Christy threw the cup on the ground.
"...fucking bitch...." Trey said, loud enough for her to hear. Christy flipped him off and began to look for the dance floor. She wasn't normally rude to others, but the alcohol-fueled a newfound sense of liberation and confidence, and she found herself quickly dancing with an abandon she hadn't experienced before. The flashing lights and throbbing beat of the music served as a temporary escape from the complexities of her failing relationship.
Fueled by a mix of emotions and perhaps a bit too much to drink, found herself on the dance floor surrounded by a sea of unfamiliar faces. Christy danced on randoms. First, she danced with random crowds, jumping up and down as if they were in a mosh pit but once the music switched to more bump-n-grind music, she found herself dancing on other girls, grinding quite heavily into their crotch while they playfully returned Christy's energy. Eventually, some of the frat brothers started to notice the slutty, drunk, blonde Asian Baby Girl throwing ass. Some hovered around her, eagerly waiting their turn with her. Christy, smiling, decided to entertain the patient men. She grabbed a random and pushed him against the wall. He was tall, muscular, and just what Christy needed - she turned around and proceeded to bend over for this random guy. Her ass proceeded to grind deeply into this stranger's crotch.
This first guy pulled her into a lively dance, his movements bordering on the edge of aggression. Christy, in her inebriated state, awarded him with her fat Asian ass grinding on his slowly growing dick. Having had her fun with him, she managed to break free and stumbled to the next guy who was waiting his turn.
"Finally bitch" he said, and he began to kiss her neck. Christy smiled and turned around for him too. His hands mauling her tits through her shirt. During the chaos, Kevin's calls continued to flood her phone. The constant buzzing served as a reminder of the crumbling relationship she was desperately trying to salvage. Ignoring the calls, Christy let herself be carried away by the distractions of the party.
- At least this one knows what he's doing...- she awarded his curiosity by twerking heavily against his pants, him matching her energy happily. He took advantage of the crowded dance floor to get uncomfortably close. Although Christy was feeling quite warm, she realized this man was a bit too handsy. Feeling trapped, she pushed through the crowd, hoping to escape his unwarranted advances, and luckily found her hand grabbed by someone.
"Come with me" This random guy took her to a room and closed the door. The music was a bit more slow, and Christy began to catch her breath. "I saw how flustered you were, and wanted to make sure you were okay!"
She smiled sweetly "Aw, thank you. You're such a gentleman," she said softly.
- Finally, a gentleman - Christy decided to take him by his hand. This boy seemed more respectful at first. Christy, unable to gauge the situation in her intoxicated state, danced along with the pulsating music, oblivious to the escalating familiarity. As they slowly danced together, he leaned in to kiss her.
"NO," Christy said, and she ran out of the room. She sat down to collect herself. Yes, she was dancing on random men, and sure she was being a bit too flirty - but she would, NOT, cheat on Kevin. Not again. She was a loyal girlfriend. She was a good person. She was -
"Are you okay?"
A familiar voice interrupted her inner monologue.
- Oh god, who was it? - her list of dance partners went through her head. She looked up, and it turned out to be Trey from earlier in the night.
