Thank God today's lectures had let out early... Most of it was still just a blur in Klein's head. He hadn't been paying too much attention to the lady up at the front of the lecture hall, except for whenever she bent over a li'l bit and let her heavy melons bounce around. Then he'd given her all the attention she could possibly want!
It was a beautiful day outside, which meant he immediately set to looking around for what this weather usually brought out: plenty of cute, curvy, campus bitches with low-cut tops stretched over soft, fat breasts and shorty-shorts squeezing the cute little mounds between their thighs. He was the kind of brutish jock who could have almost any of 'em bent over and moaning with a snap of his fingers if he wanted, and he often did. Sure, there might be the occasional tricky one here or there, but at the end of the day all of those cuties were just bitches cruising for cock, regardless of what they said otherwise. And some of them said a LOT otherwise.
He was already wondering who today's lucky gal would be, but he never would have guessed she'd be coming to him for a change. Fluttershy didn't know it yet, but she was going to end up just as full of Klein's sperm as every other vapid, needy whore on the campus did.
As he stepped out onto the campus courtyard, he began lazily hunting for one of the cuter ones in the herd. Klein firmly meant to end today the way he did most others: chatting a gal up for somewhere between five minutes to half an hour, before taking her back to his room and savagely pounding a woman's number one reason for living into her pussy over and over, all the while letting her profusely thank him for even glancing her way.
Firmly occupied by these sorts of thoughts, he slowly began heading towards the carpark. Klein's beautiful ride was his pride and joy, just perfect for cruising and picking up chicks. Just as he was bending down to unlock the door, he froze on the spot. Standing in front of him was a very sweet young thing who must have followed him all the way from the campus grounds. The two of them were now alone in the dusty, deserted lot.
Now who was this cutie? She was standing about a car's space away from him, and once he was done unlocking the car, he turned to face her, resting an arm on the hood. He wasn't just a brutish jock, he was nice and tall too, and had a whole head of height on the girl to intimidate her with.
"Well, hey there, baby... Lose something?"
The girl huffed a soft response under her breath, so faint she might as well have not even bothered to say it! She fidgeted hesitantly with her book bag, and glanced away quickly, hiding her gaze behind long, flowing locks of soft, pinkish hair. She wasn't like most of the co-eds that caught his eye; while they dressed themselves up, this one was thoroughly dressed down. Not that it mattered. Her long, loose sweater did a poor job of concealing her oversized bust and the modest, boring skirt that reached past her knees did the same to her ass, completely failing to hide the obviously generous curves tucked away underneath. On this bright, sunny day, she'd dressed as if she was expecting much colder weather.
But even under all that, her figure was unmistakable: broad hips, thick thighs, and breasts that would have looked more at home on a pornstar than a meek little freshman.
She paused and glanced once around the empty carpark. With him still watching, she turned her head upwards to admire the birds chirping overhead and might have done so for some time if he hadn't coughed politely in her direction! She finally seemed to remember what she was doing here and took a fidgeting step closer.
"It's just, um..." The cutie was struggling to find the words as she pulled a familiar sheet of colored paper out of her book bag, "I'd like to talk to you about this flyer, if you have the time. This is yours, right? You put this up." She glanced back at it, as if checking it once more, before holding it out to him.
Klein recognized his flyer immediately. He was real happy with how the ad had come out. One of his buddies was a good artist and had put it together to look real nice: the picture showed a big, all-American car with plenty of grunt behind and these two wicked-hot bitches just leaning over it. The first one was kind of off to the left, wearing nothing but a skirt, fully bent over the vehicle, long supermodel-like legs stretching out below her and ending in a big pair of fuck-me knee-high boots. Her skirt was fluttering up in the wind, baring her tiny black panties and most of her fat, juicyass. She was topless, but the angle ensured that while the swell of her tits could be plainly seen as she soaped the car down, her nipples were mercifully out of sight. The other girl was pressing her hip into the car. She was wearing skintight lycra pants, but was also going topless, resting her juicy melons on the hood of the car so her nipples were out of sight, too. She was soaping it up real good, all the while smoking a big, fat cigar.
That was the best part, Klein thought with a grin: her full lips were pursed nicely around that fat, thick stogie, her top row of teeth gently biting in. The euphemism was thick as hell, there's no way anyone could look at it and not think of what it really represented: this girl loves to suck cock. Maybe come along to our car wash and you'll get some action like that, too. Sex appeal sells, right? Damn, but his friend had done a number on it! Compared to the wide-eyed, innocent girl standing in front of him, it was like those drawings were from a different world altogether!
"Yeah, it's not bad, right? We're kinda tight for spots what with all the girls helping out, but, mmmm... We miiight have room for one more, maybe."
