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TheArtofSex
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"Megan, five minutes 'til the bus leaves for town, we should get going," Parker called out. He glanced in the bedroom mirror. His bluish-grey t-shirt fit snug against his muscular body, and matched his eyes perfectly. It created a rather striking effect when paired with his dark jeans.
"I'm coming, I'll be there in a moment!" Megan called from the bathroom sink. She had been in there for the past hour and a half, and parker grew impatient.
"No, you're not cumming yet, but we'll fix that later," he replied.
"Parker!" He heard from the bathroom. He could practically hear her blush. "You are so bad."
"If you want to see bad, just stay in there for a little while longer. Then I'll have to come in there and spank you for making us late."
Parker heard shuffling behind the door. A second later it flew open.
"You wouldn't really, would you?" She asked. Megan's face covered itself in modesty.
Parker smiled. "I wouldn't try me if you don't want to find out." He looked her up and down. She had applied a slight hint of mascara to bring out her beautiful brown eyes. He could not detect any other make-up, not that she needed it. Megan had a natural beauty to her face. Heck to her whole body.
Her brown hair flowed down over a midnight blue short-sleeve blouse. Which Megan had modestly buttoned up well past her generous, perfectly sized breasts. The same white, skin-tight khaki pants she had worn earlier covered her athletic legs and well-toned butt.
"Are you ready, finally?" Parker stressed the end of his sentence.
"Yes." Megan smiled. She walked over and gave him a hug. Parker leaned down and kissed her on the lips. He wrapped his arms around her slender body, and pulled her in tightly to him.
"Let's go knock'em dead, kid," he said, and moved toward his dorm room door.
"Damn, it's here! We'll miss it!" Parker shouted from the door to McFly Hall. The bus was already at its stop, but luckily they did not have far to run.
Parker bolted from the door and Megan kept closely behind. They rounded the corner of the bus and hopped on in the nick of time. Parker gave the bus driver two dollars, one for each of them, and they moved to find a seat.
"I don't see any seats, do you Parker?" Megan asked, she looked around.
"Yeah," He pointed toward the rear of the bus. "I think I see one back there."
They walked toward the back of the bus. "But where will you sit?" Megan asked, she assumed Parker would give her the seat.
"On the seat silly, where else?"
"But, umm… Then where will I sit, Parker?" Megan looked slightly shaken from his response.
"On my lap," He sat down and patted his leg. "It's a lot more comfortable than this hard chair, I assure you." Parker grinned. He liked the vast innocence Megan had to her, it turned him on. He knew sitting on his lap would make her nervous, but he thought she could handle it.
"But, there are so many people…" Megan looked around, a few of the guys were holding in laughs at her embarrassment, which only proceeded to embarrass her even more. Her face began to turn red.
"You're such a wimp," Parker joked. He turned her around with his hands and pulled her at the hips. She submitted and settled into his lap, but not before turning a deeper shade of red.
Megan felt Parker apply a slight pressure to her shoulders and she fell back against his hard chest and abs. "Don't worry," he whispered in her ear. "I'll never do anything to hurt you. You can trust me." He rubbed her sensitive stomach through her blouse, she relaxed on his lap.
Megan smiled at him, and leaned her head against his shoulder. Parker made her feel as if they were the only two people in existence, the only two that mattered. "Where are we going tonight?" She asked him, she felt his hand move and rub up and down her leg.
"To my frat," he replied. She bolted upright.
"Yo-your…frat?" She hesitantly asked. "But, you mean…"
"Do you remember the one you were at last night? The one you got crazy drunk at?"
Megan blushed. "Umm, I-I think so. Why didn't you tell me you were a member?"
"Well, we haven't really known each other that long. I didn't really think to bring it up. Is it a big deal to you?" Parker wrapped his hands around her, and rubbed her arms. He breathed in with his head nestled to her hair, she smelled of roses.
"Well, umm, it's just, I mean frat boys are-
"You've met the real me Megan, I swear to you. What I said before, I meant every word of it. I like you kid, and I'd like to get to know you more. You've trusted me so far, go with it, go with what your gut is telling you."
Megan thought for a moment, she looked into his eyes, then out the window.
I always thought frat boys just wanted sex? But that is not Parker, is it? Ohh, god, I wish Jenny was here.
Thoughts of Jenny brought back a flood of bad memories.
No, I don't wish Jenny was here. She is the jerk. If she can't forgive me, then maybe I don't want to be her roommate. I'm with Parker tonight, and I do trust him.
Megan looked back to Parker, she smiled.
She's wrong about me too, I can be like her if I want to, if that is what Parker likes.
She leaned down and kissed him on the lips. Megan knew the surrounding college students were watching and she felt the blood rush to her skin.
Hands on her hips forced her to turn and she submitted, Megan moved to straddle Parker's lap. Her breathing increased, and her heart pounded. Every instinct told her to stop, but she refused to give in. If she stopped, that would mean Jenny won; Megan was too stubborn to let her sassy slut of a roommate win.
The bus came to a screeching halt, and Parker gently pushed her away with his hands. "Slow down there gorgeous, this is our stop. Let's save some for the party."
Megan turned a deep crimson red. She looked around, the guys surrounding them were all staring at her with smirks. She quickly got off of Parker and followed him to the exit.
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The vibrations of the music shook through Megan's body, and the beat shot through her ears.
Why did I come?
She asked herself. She held a death grip on parker's hand and followed him into the party.
I don't know, maybe I can't be like Jenny. I don't know if I can do this without her.
Her thoughts flew back to the fight Jenny and her had earlier that day.
No, Jenny IS wrong. She doesn't know me. I can be as sexy as her, I can do the things she does to guys. If I can be the way I was last night, I will prove her wrong.
She tapped parker on the shoulder. "Parker!" She yelled over the music, he leaned over to hear her better. "Can I have punch, please?" He smiled, and motioned for her to follow.
"Here!" He said, he dipped a red cup into a large plastic tub of punch, or rather gallons of vodka mixed with enough red sweetener to dilute the taste. One red cup easily had four or five shots of vodka in it.
"Thank you," She smiled nervously and took the cup in both hands. Together, her little hands could not wrap around the entire girth of the big, red cup.
If I drink some punch, I know I'll turn into her again.
Megan came to think of the alcoholically induced person she became while on punch as a different individual altogether. She remembered absolutely nothing from the times she was intoxicated, and the stories Parker, Jenny, and Max had told her seemed as if they spoke of someone else entirely.
She took her first sip.
Within the next fifteen minutes, Megan had drunk almost half of the big cup. The outlines of things began to blur, and a heavy buzz set in to Megan's head. She smiled and looked around the room. They were in a long but rather skinny rectangular room. The door stood to one far side, while Megan and Parker stood on the other, in the kitchen next to the alcohol.
A mixture on rap, rock and techno music had been playing, and the middle of the room was filled with a pool of moving people either trying to dance or grind against one another.
Megan moved behind parker, who had turned to talk to a few of his frat buddies. She took a long swig of her sweet red drink. Her eyes moved up and down his body.
Mmm,
she thought. The alcohol had taken its effect.
Parker, you are so hot.
"I like," she said, and reached out with her free hand and grabbed Parker's butt. He jumped, and turned to face her.
A sly grin formed on his face. "Meggy?" He asked. "Have you been drinking your punch?"
She looked into his eyes with the most innocent look she could muster. "uh huh," she nodded.
Parker put his arm around her shoulder and brought her into the conversation with his friends. "Guys, this is Megan. Megan, this is brad." He pointed to the tall, slim guy with short, blond hair. "And this is Mike." He motioned to the other frat brother with medium length brown hair and very captivating eyes. Mike looked about a half foot shorter than Brad, but he was still taller than Megan. They both looked well built. Megan wondered if the frat required each brother to work out in order to stay a member.
Megan took another drink, and she felt the alcohol kick up a notch.
"Ohh, Parky are these your friends?" She looked them up and down, she emphasized her stares. "I like them." Brad and Mike looked at each other and grinned. Megan put her arm around Parker. She took another big drink out of her cup.