(This is another stand alone short story. In some ways I suppose it's a slice of life. All the characters are 18 or older.)
There was sixteen of us. We were on Spring Break so we rented a four story house right on the beach in Panama City, Florida. We were pretty close to half and half, boys and girls and most of us single. I was a junior and I wasn't the only one. We were there for a good time and we hooked up where ever we could... and I mean every night. I saw people sneaking into and out of people's rooms at all hours. I saw them because I was looking for the action myself.
I had my eye on one guy on that trip because I had a crush on him all my first year but we were always dating other people so we were never single at the same time. His current girl friend was another freshman and I'm pretty sure he dated her because she was easy. I made sure I knew what room he was billeted in and studied entry points and exits.
Anyway they got separated one night and I wound up with him in the backseat of a car drinking and waving at all the crowds. We zigzagged around the city looking to make some action or find it. We ruled the streets and made ourselves known.
We were drinking Crown Royal straight from the bottle. I got horny and started flashing my huge tits for beads and also kissing random strangers on the streets. I was pretty far gone. I was of a mind to do as I wanted and to hell with the consequences. The guy I had the crush on wasn't letting me get ahead of him so we got pretty plastered.