by Jim Fingers
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Part 1 – The Invitation
She tried not to lie to herself very often, but she couldn’t stop herself this time.
She couldn’t afford to raise her hopes too high. She hung up the phone.
“Dammit, I don’t know why I did that! I’d much rather stay home tonight.”
Angela fiddled with her hair pensively as she weighed the invitation she had just accepted. She really ought to stay home. She was still moving in, still had some boxes to unpack. At least the place was presentable now. She had only one outfit left to wear. She had made sure of that in advance. Everything else was in the washing machine. She slammed the lid and started the cycle just as the phone rang. Her last clean outfit would have to be okay. She stepped into her bedroom to get ready. He would be here in only an hour.
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Short Skirt/Loooong Jacket
The clock was ticking. My alarm was about to go off. I had about ten seconds left.
My hand began to rub faster, I frantically clicked through picture after picture, my breathing began to hitch in my chest. Just as my alarm went off, a final warning telling me I had about two seconds to leave my dorm before the point of no return to getting to class on time began, I came. Sticky jizz spurted carefully into the tissue I had ready.
This, unfortunately, is how my tale begins. With me in a situation most people would like to pretend doesn’t happen. At the time, I was a 19-year-old college sophomore, had no girlfriend, and my dormmate/best friend happened to be at a class. I was horny, the internet was free. What more could you expect?
Pulling my pants back on and quickly clicking closed the pictures of large-breasted coeds, I grabbed my bookbag and headed for class. I was almost late, but my trusty alarm never fails; I managed to hold the door open for the professor. Sliding into the seat next to my dormmate, Brian gave me a grin.
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