It was getting late on Saturday night and I had struck out at all my usual haunts. This being my senior year I was looking to get as much pussy as possible before I joined the real-world of nine to five boredom of corporate America. I decided to stop in at the Tin Palace and have one more beer and try to find someone to bust a nut with.
The Tin Palace is rarely visited by Greeks or jock because the campus rent-a-cops frequent the place and that scares the girls with fake IDs away. Tonight was no different. I looked around and saw some of the girls I recognized from class, all with their boyfriends. Then I noticed Bridgette, she had a boyfriend but I knew if she was here Cheryl would likely be here somewhere. Cheryl was an enigma. Several of my friends had talked about getting sucked off by her and even getting her naked. She was no prude but no one had ever claimed to fuck her. A twenty-one year old virgin? Was is possible?
As I looked around, I finally saw her sitting at the far side of the bar alone, sipping from a tall glass. Her shoulder length blonde hair framed her girl next door face nicely. The white blouse she was wearing was unbuttoned to reveal enough cleavage to make any man with a pulse take a second look. I had seen her around campus and knew she had a nice set of what I guessed were C cups.
I walked around the bar and saw she was wearing a mid-thigh length pleated white skirt that showed off her great toned calves and pale thighs. The bar was fairly busy but three seats were open near her, I guessed two were for Bridgette and her boyfriend. I hope the third was not occupied.
"Is this seat free, Cheryl?"
"Yes, how do you know my name?"
"We had class together last year; Dr. Morgan's poetry class."
"Aren't you the captain of the wrestling team?"
"Yes, don't tell me you are a wrestling fan?"
"No" she admitted as I sat next to her "but I've seen your picture in the campus newspaper. We don't get many state champions at this place. It's David right?"
Trying to be modest I replied, "This year the 190 pound weight class was weak this year. I got lucky at finals. Oh and it's Daniel, not David."
I ordered a beer and asked Cheryl if she wanted another.
"I don't know. I've had two Long Islands already, I don't think so."
"Don't make me drink alone, just one more." She nodded her acceptance. The drinks were delivered as Bridgette and her boyfriend, Steve, returned from the dance floor. Cheryl made introductions and we made small talk for a couple minutes. Cheryl continued to sip her drink until a song came on that she liked. Without asking she grabbed my hand and pulled to the dance floor.
The more we danced the more daring I got with my hands. Starting with light touches of the hand, then holding her by the hips and finally grinding her ass with my crotch on the last fast song. A slow song came on and we danced close. She put her head on my chest as we danced, I could smell her sweet shampoo and a slight scent of perfume. As we danced I rubbed her back while she ran her fingers through my short brown hair. I could feel her firm breasts against my chest and was hoping I'd have the chance to see them hanging free tonight. As the song ended, I gave her a soft sweet kiss on the lips.
We returned to our chairs. Cheryl took a large sip from her drink and I finished my beer and ordered another. Steve ordered a round of Tequila shots. Cheryl and Bridgette didn't want to do the shots but we talked them into doing "just one."
"That wasn't so bad." I said to the girls.
Cheryl had a sour look on her face and took another large sip of her drink, "I hate doing shots!"
