I was exhausted.
I had just banged Chelsea into oblivion for the entire afternoon and part of the evening while her boyfriend left 10 messages on her phone. She didn't seem to mind as she was wrapped around me in the shower. I hadn't even needed to take another pill. We just simply couldn't get enough of each other.
I lay in bed that night still trying to fully comprehend what this meant. It would take me a while to come to terms with everything I could actually do with my invention. Right now all I really knew and cared about was fucking a constant stream of gorgeous women. My standards kept increasing. I was now only interested in the hottest of the hot. The top 1% of girls at this school.
I went onto campus the next day thinking about who my next conquest should be. Where would I find the hottest girls? It took me a minute before it hit me. The cheerleaders. This college wasn't really known for its athletic prowess but it happened to have some of the hottest cheerleaders I had ever seen. I was pretty sure they didn't even attend school here. So I strolled over to the campus center and, as luck would have it, a pep rally was going on for the upcoming football game.
Maybe I knew it was occurring today subconsciously but, at the time, I couldn't believe my luck. I walked over to the crowd of people with a smile on my face. All I had to do was take my pick and then follow her when the rally was over. I scanned the dazzling display in front of me. In a minute, one girl caught my eye. Barely five-feet tall she had perfect, thick, soft blonde hair like you see in shampoo commercials. Tan legs and a chest that looked fake on her tiny frame. Only one way to find out.
Some guys prefer the exotic, mysterious beauties. I like the innocent, wide-eyed type. This girl had huge, sparkling blue eyes and a constant smile on her face. She was the quintessential perky cheerleader with dimples and everything. I watched the end of the routine and then they dispersed and my eyes locked on my target as she talked to her friends and picked up her bag.
I popped one of my pills and approached her the minute she broke away from who she was talking with.
"Hey, did you grow up in Rockford Creek?" I asked, not even fazed by my bad icebreaker. She turned around and looked at me with a sarcastic smile. She shook her head.
"No. Is that the best you can do?" she asked. Now as I stood a few feet away I could really drink her in. She was incredible. Her body was in tremendous shape. That perfect hair up in a little bow and those breasts. Oh those breasts. I smiled back.
"Sorry. I really thought I might have recognized you," I said sheepishly.
"Sure. I bet that town doesn't even exist," came her reply.
"Maybe not, but I'm standing here talking to the best looking girl I've ever seen. So something must have worked," I said. She gave me a mischevious smile and I kenw I'd hooked her.
"I guess so. So what's your next move in the plan to get into my pants?" she asked.