The following contains: college girls, summer, and lots of bud smoking, boozing, and good, solid sex. Enjoy.
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I'm 5'8 with most of the inches due to my long legs; I'm a blonde with big blue eyes. Guys really like my ass, but if I were guy I'd defiantly be all about the titties.
That's the thing- I like to check out other girls racks. I'm satisfied with my C-cup, but I just can't help but stare at big titties. I think about what they'd feel like across my fingertips, between my lips, in my mouth, bouncing while they're getting fucked…
With that being said, I'll get to my story.
It all started when one Friday when I got home from class. I was so happy to be done with classes for the week, so I decided to celebrate and smoked a J. It was Maymester, so about 2/3 of the university was home. All my roommates had left, so I was left to my lonesome in the apartment. I liked the freedom of being alone. I could blare my music, leave dirty dishes around, smoke Js in the middle of the living room, walk around naked... whatever.
After I was nice and toasted, I put on my shades to cover my red eyes and walked to my apartment complex's pool to get a good tan and cool off. I made sure to put on my lotion there just so I could rub myself down in front of the boys. Hey- girl's got to show off what she's got.
After a few minutes of tanning I got really hot, so I dove in to cool off. When I came up for air, *wham!* volleyball smashed into the back of my head.
"Oh shit! My bad- you okay?"
I looked to my left and if I had been in any pain before it was gone now. Ho. Lee. Shit. He was fine. A tall order of 6'6, tan, strong but lean muscles, the cutest dimples, buzzed head, and a tattoo. And he was swimming over my way.
"Yeah," I laughed, "I'll live."
"Sorry, I wasn't paying attention when Greg served it, and I let it get right by me." I looked over and noticed that all of his friends were gorgeous too. Hot guys travel in packs. "My name's Jimmy by the way. And you are...?"
"Sarah." I stuck out my hand for a shake. "Nice to meet you"
"Nice to meet you too, Sarah." Firm handshake. Wonder what those hands would feel like on my….
"Hey, again, sorry about the ball to the head thing. But if you'd like, you can come play with us. I'll even let it slide if you hit me with it in the head 'by accident'." He said with a wink.
"You got it, dude." Dude? I sounded like Michelle Tanner from Full House. I'm such a dork.
I swam over and met all of his friends. Greg, Eric, Aaron, Mikey, Jack, Tommy, and Pete. They were more than happy to have a girl join in. Of course as I met each one of them I noticed that they were each sizing up my rack. They seem satisfied, especially as I started to play ball and my titties were bouncing around. Even though I had pick of eight guys, I still thought Jimmy was the finest of them all. I made sure to be on the opposite team from him. *A bit of competition and trash talking is always a good strategy to flirting.
After my team successfully whooped the other team's asses, Jimmy asked me if I wanted to grill out with them.
"Sure thing. Y'all need me to bring anything over?"
"Ketchup, if you could please."
"And fine girls!"
"You got it. I'll call a few and come on over. What apartment do you live in?"
"1250 B. We'll be outside around back, so y'all just feel free to come on in. We'll probably head back to the pool later if you wanna just keep your bikinis on you're more than welcome to." He said with a smile. "Believe me, we would
not
mind that at all."
"Haha okay sounds good." I flashed him a
big
smile right back at him.
"What's your phone number by the way?" He interjected, "Just in case."
"555-9111."
"Got it; see you in a bit."
I got home and called up my girlfriends who lived in another apartment complex and who had stuck around for summer classes like me.
Carrie was first on my call list.
Carrie:
the
definition of an athlete. The girl could do a triathlon in her sleep. Runner legs, tight abs, toned arms, and a butt of steel.
"Hey Car. What's goin' on girl?"
"Nothing, just got back from the grocery store with Brittany, Maria, Sam, Makenzie, Kaylee and Leslie."
"Who's Kaylee?"
"My friend from 291 class."
"Sweet. Well, hey, I met this hot guy at the pool today after I got knocked in the head with a volleyball. Basically, he's hot, as are his seven other friends, and they want me and some 'fine' girls to come and grill out with him and his boys at his apartment down the row from me. Up for it?"
She paused and asked the girls. I heard a lot of 'hell yeses' in the background.
"Hell yea, we were just talking about how the guys we've been hanging out with are getting old. Plus, Kaylee just dumped her cheating boyfriend and needs to get out and get over."
Mummer in the background…