I've always stood out like a nun in a singles bar. Between my size, stature and personality. HOWEVER, I always manage to blend in as well. I can join almost any crowd and look like a belong. It's not until a non-trusting eye starts watching and asking questions. That's when I make my exit. And that's why I am so effective when I work overseas. Since Americans are so trusting I can blend in well when Im stateside also. That's how this story unfolds.
I had just experienced my first encounter in the Airport Hilton and was now crashing on a buddies couch in the same college town. The following weekend the home team was back at it against their rivals to the south from Forest Gump's alma mater. I couldn't give a shit less about either team but I wanted to be part of the revelry and drunken partying so I throw on my cargo shorts, t-shirt and flip flops and join the crowd.
I haven't wandered through campus too long before I see something I just have to have. A blonde, 5'6" coed. She is wearing knee high black boots, a pleated skirt that barely reaches her knee and is in the traditional houndstooth material. Plus a black spaghetti string top that accentuates her perfect C cup tits. She also has on a houndstooth hat to top it off.
As walk closer they multiply. They are twins. I'm good, but not that good, I'll never pull twins. I'll have to figure out which one is the weaker, separate her from the group and have my way. It's about four hours to kick off, and most tailgating groups have been drinking for hours. As I approach the tent the group is drinking under I yell out the "Roll TIDE!"
The group responds, "Roll Tide Roll!"
And just like that, I am part of the group. They welcome me in and offer me drinks. Soon I am high fiving everybody and act as if we are best friends. Everybody thinks I was invited by the other person, so in a group of two dozen people, I blend in. They are too polite to ask how I belong.
I start making small talk with the original blonde I saw. Her name is Staci, mid conversation she takes a call from her boyfriend still at home but introduces me to Ally, her twin (and hotter of the two if I might add).
Ally is 21 and is a senior at the university she is rooting for. She plans on being an elementary school teacher when she graduates. We quickly become friends, at least I earn her trust. Every time her beer goes empty I offer to refill it for her from the keg and help myself to a beer as well.
I blend in so well that at one point I am playing music on sound system they brought with them. Not too many beers into it Ally announces she has to pee. I offer to walk with her to the row of port-a-johns since I have to pee also and for "safety" since "we" are the visiting team.
I take that as the chance to get to know her and maybe stand close to her or hold her hand. I'm getting her used to the thought of physical contact with me and being alone with me while we stand in line. Every handful of beers or so I walk with her to the shitters and we are getting cozier and cozier. And she is getting drunker and drunker.
About 30 minutes from kickoff the responsible member of the group declares that we should start heading to the stadium for the game. The stadium is only a couple blocks. First I tell everyone we should have one last round of drinks, "SHOTS!" I yell and as if on cue, Fireball Whiskey is being poured for everyone. We have all gathered around the table waiting on the party designated bartender to pour our drinks.
I am standing directly behind Ally. I'm certain she can feel my cock in her back. I have been warming her up to the idea of close physical contact with me over the past several hours and several more drinks. I whisper in her ear, "You know this game is a HUGE game for us. They will need all the luck they can get. You know what is really lucky? After taking this particular shot you kiss the guy closest to you. It's proven lucky."
"Oh really?" She asks, not believing me at all but its game day and why not. "Well we will have to test that theory."
We take the shot, she turns and we kiss. Liquor is loosening her up and revealing her inner cock whore. My cock likes this pleasant reward and it springs to life even more. I'm sure she can feel it against her belly. Her hands find my face and holds my beard as we kiss. I noticed other party goes see us and are excited about the fireworks we are setting off.
"OK everyone, lets go to the game!" Someone announces.
"I whisper in Ally's ear again, we should pee first."
"Good call"
As the group starts walking to the game I subtly mention to someone near the rear of the group, "We are going to pee, we will meet you in there."
We start walking towards the bathroom. The opposite direction of the stadium. We walk past the line of port-a-johns and she asks "Wait, I thought we are going to pee?"
"We are, the line is too long here. I know a better place."
Earlier in the day I stopped at a sandwich shop at a strip of shopping centers just off campus. I noticed the bathrooms in the shop were down a quiet back hallway, and was an individual bathroom with just one toilet and a solid locking door. Past the bathroom was a delivery door. Earlier in the day I unlocked the door. If fate is on my side it's still unlocked and I can put my plan into place.
"Where are we going?" she asks as we walk the two blocks. I make sure to keep a tight arm around her. I can tell she thinks herself better than most from the way she carries herself. She is close to struggling thanks to her boots. She almost gets concerned when we walk behind the shopping center and past dumpsters.
"To pee, trust me."
We get to the door, I hold my breath and it opens with little effort. We are now in the back hallway of the sub shop and there is no line for the bathrooms (the sign on the front door reading "NO PUBLIC BATHROOMS" has helped me).
"Ladies first" and she shuffles in. As she does, I step out to the back alley and pee next to a dumpster, time and timing is of the essence. As I wait for her I think I smell a skunk, but I know it's not a skunk. I get back in and am patiently waiting for her to open the door.
When she opens the door she is all smiles, "Your turn!"
"I don't have to go, but since we are alone." I smile, grab her hips, and kiss her. I start walking her backwards into the small bathroom. Without breaking our kiss I throw the lock over on the bathroom door.
"Mmm" she moans. "We need to get to the game."
"We will, but first lets enjoy each others company."
"Mmm, seriously. We just met and I'm not about hooking up with a random guy in a bathroom stall."
Her southern bell attitude will get her in trouble today. It's at this moment I realize she is the stereotypical stuck up bitch of a southern belle. She is a trophy for sure.
She lets go of our embrace, walks past me and reaches for the door. I stand behind her, wrap my arms around her and start kissing her neck. "I think you want this." My arm reaches up and I start playing with her high priced tits through her top.
