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I chuckled as I flipped through my Twitter feed. #godcock? Which one of my conquests had come up with that one?
I glanced down at the cause for my celebrity. Usually it was compared to various farm animals, not deities. Still, hadn't one of the gods gone around ancient Greece and fucked every hot princess he could find? Tonight I was meeting up with a trio from the Sigmas - weren't sororities Greek organizations? Maybe I was following in Zeus' footprints after all.
Yup, I was loving the hell out of college. I'd really come into my own here - no pun intended. High school had been an awkward growing period - okay, pun slightly intended. I'd been a scrawny freshman at the start, not the - let's be honest now - stone cold hunk I was now.
Of course, the girls had changed, too. In my high school, they were all cautious about developing a reputation for being "easy", so you'd have to date for several weeks before the pants ever came off. But most of the coeds I've met treat college as a free pass to go wild. At a few parties, I've gone from total stranger to balls deep in her pussy in under an hour.
Just finding a place to get naked verged on the impossible in high school. There were always parents and siblings at home. It's not like now where the only thing separating you from a bed and privacy is kicking out someone's roommate. (Mine eventually tired of it, so he moved out at semester.)
That reminded me: time to check the laundry room. With guests coming over, I always put clean sheets on the bed. I stood up and pulled a pair of jeans on. The latter was mandatory; the last time I'd walked down the hall in just my underwear, the RA for the floor had written me up for "inappropriate attire". (After we banged atop a washing machine, she downgraded it to a verbal warning.) I do try to be conscientious towards my neighbors.
I chuckled as I flipped through my Twitter feed. #godcock? Which one of my conquests had come up with that one?
I glanced down at the cause for my celebrity. Usually it was compared to various farm animals, not deities. Still, hadn't one of the gods gone around ancient Greece and fucked every hot princess he could find? Tonight I was meeting up with a trio from the Sigmas - weren't sororities Greek organizations? Maybe I was following in Zeus' footprints after all.
Yup, I was loving the hell out of college. I'd really come into my own here - no pun intended. High school had been an awkward growing period - okay, pun slightly intended. I'd been a scrawny freshman at the start, not the - let's be honest now - stone cold hunk I was now.
Of course, the girls had changed, too. In my high school, they were all cautious about developing a reputation for being "easy", so you'd have to date for several weeks before the pants ever came off. But most of the coeds I've met treat college as a free pass to go wild. At a few parties, I've gone from total stranger to balls deep in her pussy in under an hour.
Just finding a place to get naked verged on the impossible in high school. There were always parents and siblings at home. It's not like now where the only thing separating you from a bed and privacy is kicking out someone's roommate. (Mine eventually tired of it, so he moved out at semester.)
That reminded me: time to check the laundry room. With guests coming over, I always put clean sheets on the bed. I stood up and pulled a pair of jeans on. The latter was mandatory; the last time I'd walked down the hall in just my underwear, the RA for the floor had written me up for "inappropriate attire". (After we banged atop a washing machine, she downgraded it to a verbal warning.) I do try to be conscientious towards my neighbors.
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