I'm your average college freshman. A blonde, blue eyed, boy obsessed, eight-teen year old girl. My name is Michelle. Awhile ago I met this older black guy in my building, and surprise, surprise he has a HUGE cock. His name is Eric.
"So what's your number?" Eric asked.
"Honestly I've lost count." I said, thinking he was asking how many boys I've had to date.
"You must have been really drunk that night." He said.
Um which night was that? I thought.
"You know what I meant right?" He said.
"Actually I'm starting to think I misunderstood." I responded.
"How many cocks came on you in one night?" He clarified.
"It was with you and you're friends, so you know as well as I do." I said.
"So...shit I can't remember that night." Eric looked confused.
"Maybe you don't know, it was four." I said.
"Only four? Damn girl you got to come party with us more often." Eric added, "I guess you were not practised enough before though."
"You should wear something pretty and swing by this weekend, we're having a bunch of people over." Eric told me.
Great! I thought a party, I will have to tell Allison!
"Oh yea I almost forgot to say, since next weekend is Halloween, wear your costume to the party." He instructed.
The next day I was in Allison's room again. She broke the news to me that her guy had dumped her. I consoled her trying to mask my huge grin.
"What are you smiling about? This fucking sucks." She stated.
"Well I came down here to give you an invite. Eric is having a Halloween party and I want you to come with me, I'll even ask him to find you a date. You being single now is awesome, we can finally really party together!" I explained.
She quickly joined my happiness in her new found relationship status.
It was still Wednesday though so we had to wait until Friday for Eric's party. In the meantime we brainstormed what our costumes would be.
Since we were going to the party together, we thought our costumes should go together as well. We continued to try and come up with an idea.
"I know!" Allison said. "I have these two camouflage skirts, we could be army girls together!"
I agreed she had a good idea. We figured we would wear ambiguous black tank tops as well. Along with our usual make up we would put green and black smudges on our cheeks to complete the look.
Allison was a blonde like me, she was much prettier though. We were both quite short and skinny. She had smaller boobs than me (it was the only thing I had on her so I made sure to remind her every chance I got). Hers were a nice B cup. In addition to her slight frame they actually looked very good.
I told her army girls didn't wear glasses, and we would have to get me contacts, but she had an answer for that.