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This thread is closed for myself and CursedVixen

College kids aren't much interested in "dating" anymore. Romantic entanglements these days have taken the form of "hooking up", be it at parties or through mutual friends. Once you've hooked up with someone a few times, you've moved on to being "fuck buddies", and that's what this thread is all about: college kids and a tangled, messy web of hookups and fuck buddies.

The way I see this thread progressing is through a series of changes. We'll start out with two characters, a guy and a girl, and write out their fuck-buddy hook-up scene. After that scene is over, I'll introduce a new male character, who is a fuck-buddy with the first female character, and then after that scene my partner will introduce a new female character who is a fuck-buddy with the new male character... and so on and so forth. Old characters can be brought back later on, of course, to make things more interesting. I want to see what kinds of strange combinations of stereotypical college kids we can get in bed together, and also get some really interesting original characters going.
 
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First male character:

Adam McCarthy, 21 years old, junior year, pre-med. 6'2", short, curly blond hair and blue eyes, pale skin and freckles, athletic build from lots of intramural sports. Adam has been spending way too much time studying bio-chem and human anatomy this semester, even just two weeks into the school year. He's just got out of his anatomy class, last class of the day on Friday, and he's starting to gear up for a Friday night bar-hoppin' around downtown.

His buddy got kicked out of the bar they were around 11 after starting a fight, which was pretty obnoxious, really, and Adam was extra-pissed off because he had been getting on quite nicely with a young lady from his anatomy class, but then there was a fight and she was totally upset about it, but he was out the door anyway and he didn't have her number and he wouldn't see her till class on Monday...

So he finally got back to his apartment, got his buddy to pass out on the sofa, flipped open his cell-phone and gave his favorite fuck-buddy a call, just to see what she was up to this evening...
 
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Long, wavy brown hair. Green eyes. About a 36B. Around 5'6 with a few curves and long slender legs. Olive skin, and an infectious smile and laugh.

Gillian had been cute in high school, but college was something else. It had changed her, and she in turn had altered her appearance. Her look had become more sensual, more sultry than her normal garb. Her small time high school sweet heart seemed ages ago and was long forgotten. College guys seemed so much more mature and intelligent. To put it simply they were a lot better looking. In high school sex was sex, but in college it was definetely something else. Gilly loved the fact that she didn't actually to have a commitment with someone to get laid. She loved sex, and guys loved her. But there was a difference between Gillian and the oncampus sluts. A large, distinguishing difference that no one could ever seem to put their finger on.

Gillian had just barely turned 21, but she already knew how to party and have a good time. College tends to teach a girl how to loose control. She'd been an over-achiever in highschool and was technically a Senior in college. She'd changed her major around a couple of times but had finally decided on Psychology. Once modest and reserved, Gilly had become quite the party-animal. She kept her grades up decently, but always made time to play.

Friday after work Gilly and her friends had decided to go out dancing. She was loving it. So much so that she'd ignored her cellphone a couple times that night. But when she saw Adam show up on her caller ID, she knew she wanted to take the call. She slipped outside to a quiet place to answer it. She knew what he wanted. He probably hadn't had any luck that night and had decided to call his fall-back. Which Gillian didn't mind. She liked Adam, she thought he was cute. But she didn't get the vibe that he was interested in anything other than sex. Which was okay with her. She was coy - she knew what he wanted but she was going to make him work for it.
 
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"Hi, Gilly," he said when she answered her phone. Adam could hear the dull thump of the bass in the background. "Sounds like you're out on the town. Listen, you want to hook up and get a couple beers in a little bit? My treat. You can even bring your friends if you really want to."

There were a lot of things Adam liked about Gillian. She liked to have a real good time, and she definitely got a little wild. But she was never stupid, or acted like any other dumb bitch. You always knew that she was smart; it was probably a good idea to assume that she was toying with you, no matter how intoxicated or wild she got. And God was she fun to flirt with. And then... And then she definitely got quite horny. There were certain things she liked that he had kind of stumbled upon; there was a very interesting chemistry going on, at least. Their previous romps had been quite exhilarating; he remembered getting the feeling like they were both trying to wear each other out, which wound up being exactly what they did, but took a lot longer than either had really anticipated.

He was pacing his room, hoping she'd want to meet him.
 
"Hey Adam," Gillian said coyly.

God he was cute. He was absolutely adorable - especially when he was desperate. Gilly could hear it in his voice. She giggled when he invited both her and her friends. She leaned against the wall as she listen to his offer.

"Well," she mused, "I suppose it couldn't hurt." She paused for a moment and bit her lip. "But don't worry about my friends. They'll get along just fine without me."

She knew him too well. She knew that he would find her friends obnoxious and annoying, so she would leave them behind. But the only way she could leave them behind was if Adam gave her a ride. She laughed softly. If he gave her a ride they would probably never get around to the beers. But that didn't matter. Gilly gave him directions and said she would be waiting for him outside. She then said goodbye to her friends, who laughed heartily because they knew who Adam was and what she would probably be doing with him in the next couple hours.

For Gilly, his call was perfectly timed. She was bored and hadn't gotten laid in a while, but she wasn't interested in a fumbling drunk screwing her. Gillian classified guys differently. There were the guys she toyed with every so often - the ones she could manipulate into doing whatever she wanted. There were the ones she would love to sink her teeth into but knew she would never have the chance. Then there was the serious category - into which no one had entered since she started college. But Adam was a different breed altogether. He knew she would mess with him, and in his own subtle way he would retaliate: which was a complete turn on for Gillian. She loved how he could keep up with her; in conversation and in the bedroom. Adam always seemed to know exactly what she wanted, and what's more; needed. Just thinking about some of the nights they'd spent together made her knees weak and her pussy wet.

She hung up and stood out in front of the bar; patiently waiting for him to show.
 
As soon as she hung up the phone on him, he was out the door. He took the steps down three at a time, was out the front door of his apartment building, and pretty much ran over to his car. He knew the club where Gilly was waiting pretty well; he even knew a couple back streets to take to get there a little quicker. He sped through them, his tires screeching as he took a couple of turns a little too hard.

Finally, though, he pulled his old Grand Marquis up in front of the club. It was a big tank of a car, made of solid steel, heavy as shit, burned way too much gas in a big engine, but roomy and comfy inside, though it probably wouldn't pass a smog test if he ever took it back to california.

But anyways, there she was, waiting for him outside the club. He shook his head. That girl always looked way better than he remembered, but he could never put his finger on the reason for it. He pulled his car to a stop and stepped out, the car still running. "Hi, Gilly," he said, smiling at her as she walked towards him.
 
When Gillian heard the screeching of tires she couldn't help but laugh. She knew immediately it was Adam. It never took him long to find her when she gave him the green light. Adam was just one of those guys who could find you anywhere, at any time. And it was just impossible to tell him no.

When she saw his car pull up again she laughed. It was the most hilarious thing to see him get out of it, and even more hilarious to ride shotgun and watch him drive it.

As he got out, Gilly couldn't help but notice the fact that he'd left the engine on. She knew that he had plans for the rest of their evening. She walked over to him with a sway and an ease that baffled most guys, but not Adam. She watched his eyes as he looked over her legs and short jean skirt.

"Heya," she said as she stopped short in front of him.
 
"Heya. So how about a beer or two? There's a pub around the corner from my place, we can hang out for a bit. Or, I have some Heineken nice n cold in the fridge. I'm sure there's all kinds of other booze layin' around the place, too."

Sure, he wouldn't have minded just taking her right back to his place, or hers, and tossing her in bed and ravaging her, but he enjoyed the flirting and toying with each other too much to rush straight for the finish line. Things always got interesting with Gilly around. She was going to have a good time, and he was quite thrilled she wanted to have her good time with him.

Because he always had a good time when she was around. If things were different, she would have been someone he could see himself with... but neither was in a place to commit like that, neither really wanted to. All they really needed from each other was a fun night, and if it was fun enough, maybe they'd do it again sometime.

Adam was damn sure going to enjoy it while it lasted.
 
With most guys they just headed back to either their place or hers, but Adam prefered a kind of foreplay before hittin' the sack. He loved to frustrate her and get her worked up - to the point where he knew he could get her to beg for it. But Gilly was never left unsatisfied - because she knew she provided him with the same frustration and sexual tension that begged and fought for release. By the time they actually got into the bedroom they were practically ripping each others clothes off.

"It's up to you, cowboy." Gillian said with a shrug. That was one of the main reasons guys loved her - Gilly just went with the flow. She followed willingly with the promise of a good time. It didn't matter when or where, but she always guaranteed entertainment.
 
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"Well let's go then," he said, opening his door. He leaned way across the big bench seat and grabbed the handle for the passenger door, opening it for her, as the handle on the outside was busted and the door only opened from the inside. So it was a bit of a piece of shit car. It still ran pretty good, and got him everywhere he needed to go in this god-forbidden part of the country.

When she got in and closed the door he put the car in gear and rolled out of the parking lot. He took his time heading back to his apartment, chatting with the girl as they took some dark side streets through a couple neighborhoods around campus.

What did they do the whole way? Fight over the radio station, naturally. Good-naturedly, of course. It was one thing they couldn't agree on. The argument ended when Adam pulled the car to a stop in front of his apartment building and turned off the engine, killing the music altogether.

He shook his head as he got out of the car, already aching for her. He wanted a few more reasons to fuck her real good, though, first, so he said: "How about a beer at the pub round the corner?"
 
The car ride was typical. Customary. Their tastes in music were similar, but not close enough. Gilly groaned humorously as she stared out of the window, trying to ignore the obnoxious noise that verberated from the cars speakers.

When Adam pulled up in front of his appartment and then suggested going to grab a couple of beers Gillian was confused. But it didn't matter. She was going where ever he was, and if that meant adding a little unncessary alcohol then oh well.

She could tell he was restraining himself. He always seemed to be restraining himself around her. She sighed playfully and shrugged. She would be patient. Her patience always paid off with Adam,

"Sure." She winked at him. She let him know that she knew he was up to something. Of course she hadn't the slightest idea of what it was, if truly anything at all. But she wasn't about to let on to that fact.
 
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That little sigh told him all he really wanted to know: she wasn't necessarily interested in being social anymore tonight. She'd had her time out with the girls... now she wanted some time in with a man.

Part of him wanted there to be something romantic or sweet about the whole thing. That part of him was quickly quieted down by his more overbearing hormonal impulses. They were standing next to each other on the sidewalk in front of his place.

"You know, I think I probably got a couple of beers upstairs in the fridge." He looked at his watch. "It's almost last call anyway."
 
Gillian was always capable of manipulating Adam. She knew which buttons to press, what signs to give him, and just how to get his attention. Sometimes it was easier, and that night it was no exception. It took very little from her at all. She could tell that he was just as anxious as she was - if not more.

She shrugged agreeably and smiled at him. Gilly let him lead the way up to his appartment. He stopped at the door and fumbled with his keys. She smiled. His attempts were futile, and the more he failed the more he made her giggle. She leaned against his back and began to nibble on his ear.

It never mattered if they had spent long hours or mere minutes together, they were building sexual tension. So great was this tension that by the time they got around to ripping each others clothes off, the passion and intensity of the moment was almost dangerous. Anyone within sight or hearing distance would say there was something almost animalistic in the way they had sex. And Gilly was more than ready for a long night of whatever Adam had in mind.
 
The nibbling on his ear only made Adam more distracted, but he still managed to finally slide his key into the hole and turn it, opening the door and then turning to Gilly. His arm quickly found its way around her back and he was facing her, and he pressed her against him and his lips came down upon her neck, and he suckled on her skin for just a moment, enjoying the feel of her pert breasts pressed against his chest before pulling away and stepping back and motioning for her to come into the apartment. He shut the door behind her, flipped the lock and then Gilly was in his arms again, this time their lips locked, and his back pressed against the hard wood of the door...
 
Gillian enjoyed toying with Adam and distracting him. As his hands quickly slipped around her waist she could feel the goosebumps on her skin. The quick force of his movement and the feel of his lips on her neck and his body pressed against her made her weak and almost dizzy.

She blindly followed him inside, only to feel him pin her against the door in the darkness. His smooth lips met hers and she could feel the vigor and cogency as she slid her hips up against him. She threw her arms around his neck and gripped his collar tightly, tugging at it.
 
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