Shortly after graduation my parents sat me down to go over my college options. I would need to work all through my summer break to save as my stepsister had done and would be doing this year. Although my parents could manage a large portion and I still had to get a student loan. The only problem was after doing the math, I would not be able to go out of state.
While I had good grades my senior year, the previous three years were not scholarship worthy. Demoralized with my grades and finances, my parents dropped another bomb on my plans. They thought it was great news when they announced I would be going to the same college as Summer. I attempted to explain why I did not want to go to that school without telling them all the problems I had with Summer. I could not explain to them the torment she put me through in high school and how much I hated her. To them my stepsister shit strawberries and pissed cream. She was the best. In fact little miss popular agreed to show me around campus even though she just got an off campus apartment. The dorms that were good enough for me to live in were not good enough for her. As far as my parents were concerned the decision was made. I would be going to college with my step sister.
I was able to console myself when I considered the size of the school. After all it was 100 times bigger than my high school. How often would we ever run into each other if we didn't want to?
As the fall approached I packed up my things and took the long drive to the other side of the state to begin my college career. Freshmen were required to arrive one week before classes to buy books, get settled into the dorms and acclimate ourselves. I did have one thing going for me. Since Summer lived off campus at an apartment, I could take my car with me and park it there for the first year. I would have to take a short shuttle bus from campus to the apartment complex, but I would be one of the few freshmen with a car.
I met my new roommate Joe. Joe seemed like a nice enough guy. He was a bit over weight and shy but nice. He mostly buried his head in his computer and surfed the web. I got a call from Summer my first night at the dorm. In her message she told me to meet up with her in the next couple of days so she could show me around campus. I ignored the message figuring I would just blow her off for now. I really did not know anyone and was feeling a bit lonely and horny. Joe never seemed to leave the room so there was no privacy or time to jerk off.
I went to the new student mixers and dances to meet people and find out what was around the college. A couple of the guys told me they were getting fake ID's and planned to go bar hopping the night before classes were scheduled to begin. One party night to start things off right for the school year. I told Joe what we were doing but he was scared of getting caught using a fake ID. I agreed to go.
The big night came and when I met up with the guys - Sheldon, Mark and Jim - they hand me my new fake ID. Twenty-one at last! At least that was what it said on the ID. We headed out into the night looking for a good time. We went to one really popular bar that was on the campus first. There was a 30 minute line out the door. They were checking everyone's ID at the door and we saw dozens of undergrads turned away. We got nervous till we got to the front of the line and our IDs worked. We headed in and went straight to the bar. It was packed but one of us managed to weasel up to the bar and order. We toasted to a new beginning. We toasted to a good night. We drank and toasted to everything in the bar. We all attempted talking up some girls with no luck. The girls were either huddled together with groups of other girls or with older guys they knew from the previous year.
As the night wore on one the guys, Sheldon came back after getting separated from us earlier. He told us he had heard about a strip club located two towns over that was supposed to be wild. I had never been to one and neither had any of the guys. It only took a few moments of beer and hormone induced thoughts to get us all to agree it was a good idea to go to the Crazy Horse. It was a long drive made even longer since we were all excited to go somewhere we were never supposed to be, at an age we were not supposed to be there, seeing naked woman. What more could we ask for to get everyone's blood flowing?
We arrived at large cinder block building sitting in the middle of a gravel parking lot. On the roof above the door was an enormous horse's head lit in multi-colored neon. No doubt this was the place. We headed in. The music was loud and the lights were dim. There was a bar with a stage in the middle. There was a half naked girl gyrating in the middle of the stage.
We took seats at the bar surrounding the stage and ordered a round of beers. We were carded right away, and the fake IDs worked again. They must have been good fabrications. We all stopped talking to each other and stared at the red head beauty on stage dancing in her G string and bikini top. She had pale skin that was accented by her black G string and matching top. Her hair was long, straight and flowing, and it appeared she had green eyes. She had huge size D or double D tits that she was squeezing together and pointing towards us to get attention. She had a terrific figure. She was not emaciated like a super model. She had a sporty, athletic build. Her well toned legs led our eyes up to the tiny black patch of fabric covering her pussy. When she pulled the strings to her top and threw it aside I felt Sheldon elbowing me excitedly. He didn't stop till I looked over at him and we clanked our beers together. Then Mark and Jim did the same.
When the song end the redhead stopped dancing and began gathering her clothes. The DJ announced, "Miss Lohan would be coming around shortly to meet all you guys." "Miss Lohan was obviously the stage name of the erotic dancer. I thought it was amusing because my favorite porn movies were always some parody of popular movies or TV shows. Here the first stripper I saw in the flesh was a living parody. The DJ started up Prince's, "Get Off" and introduced the next girl as Candy.
I nearly dropped my drink. Candy must have been the twin sister of my favorite porn star Sasha Grey. Her long raven black hair was pulled into two pigtails, one on each side of her head. She had piercing black eyes that gave her a hint of naughty even though her milky white face looked so innocent. Her lip curled slightly like she was a pouting child who did not get the toy she wanted at the store. She only had on a tiny sheer blue teddy that covered her top half and barely covered her lovely bottom. She did have a nearly invisible thong. The strings were ever so tiny and it disappeared in the crack of her ass. The front left almost nothing to the imagination. I swear you could see the outline of her vagina from my seat.
Candy swayed her hips slowly left then to the right. The sheer small top rode up exposing her beautiful bottom half with each sway. The crowd loved her and her tiny thong. Rolled up dollar bills floated through the air in her direction. She made eye contact with me and my heart stopped. It took me a second to catch my breath. With our eyes locked, Candy slowly turned her body but kept her eyes joined with mine. Looking seductively over her shoulder she took her eyes from mine and slowly adjusted her gaze downward. They were leading me to her incredible butt. Candy used two fingers on each side to pull her sheer blue teddy all the way up to make sure her ass was completely exposed.
She bent over lewdly pointed her ass at me, and began shaking it. The lovely cheeks bounced ever so slightly since there was not an ounce of fat on this girl anywhere. When she stopped her little booty dance, she placed her fingers in each side of the thong. She pulled one side up slightly and the opposite side down a bit. She rotated her hands to bring the lower side up and the higher side down. We all leered. Beers in hand mouths agape. Then she stopped playing with the thong and slowly reached out for the stripper pole. She grabbed it as if it was her lover's cock and slowly stroked it. She leaned her lips close to it as if to tease it with a kiss that never came. Then suddenly she leaped and spun around the pole. She spun lower and lower until she was on the stage floor.
She sat with her back against the pole and her legs spread widely apart. Candy reached for the bottom of her sheer blue teddy baby doll top. When her fingers reached it, she slowly pulled it over her head and tossed it aside.
The DJ blurted something out as a new song came on. Candy got on her hands and knees. She arched her back like a cat in heat, lowering her head to the stage floor. This brought on another wave of balled up dollar bills being thrown onto the stage. This time I grabbed a few ones and did the same as did Sheldon, Mark and Jim. Mark put both fingers and his mouth and whistled a loud cat call. Candy hear the whistle and turned our way again. She crawled on her hands and knees towards the end of the stage. Only the slight walkway of the bar was between us as she rose off her elbows and was now on her knees sitting on the back of her legs. She brought her hands to her chest and began fondling her size A maybe B tits. We threw a few more bills on the stage, and she began pinching her nipples. She lifted up off the back of her legs and spread them a bit and began humping an imaginary cock on the stage.
I hadn't noticed to this point that I was as hard as a rock. My hard on raging so bad it was beginning to hurt. I imagined it was my cock she was riding with such enthusiasm. After a few moments which was clearly not enough for me and my friends, she started crawling away from us. She had her little ass in the air as she crawled to the other side of the stage. As Candy moved away I saw that another girl had climbed into the stage out of the corner of my eye.
