For just a few seconds Jimmy tried to make something of
what she said, since he couldn’t place the girls face, but after those few
seconds the alcohol in his system wouldn’t let him consider anything other than
the warmth in his loins.
As he continued to work his magic fingers of lust at the
hellish clasp of her bra, he kept hearing her goad him on in breathy single
syllable words that he couldn’t quite make out. And there was that roar in his
ears which drowned out all other sounds except that of his own heart pounding
out the beat of love. And he felt small chilled hands grasping at his waist
then his ass as he feverishly ground his crotch against the soft heat of the
young lady who was the object of his passionate desires.
Meanwhile his hands finally accomplished what his mind had been trying to will them to do for what seemed to be an eternity, the clasp from hell gave way and the two little girls sprang from their lacy cotton jail.
“Eureka!”
He jumped up and did a victory dance around the dorm room as if he had just scored the victory points at a NCAA final four basketball game in the final seconds. The exertion was too much and he vomited in long projectile swaths covering the floor with a sticky smelly mess that a baby with lamb and bean diarrhea would envy. His forceful expulsion of the night's revelry created an empathetic response from his equally inebriated partner, only she missed the floor entirely and hit his tighty whities dead center with the full contents of her stomach.
Safe to say it was the closest thing they both ever got to
having unprotected sex and they both swore off Everclear and gummy bear shots.
And just in the event that the night’s revelry slipped their minds, their
friends were happy to share the event on social media the following day.
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