I'd ignore their phone calls and walk the other way if I saw them on campus. I didn't want a girlfriend. I wanted to mess around and have fun. I saw n...thing wrong with that.So I slept with a different girl almost every day. I fucked them, I ate them out, I came on their face, I let them suck my dick and swallow my load. They loved it. They were nasty little sluts. You might have seen a few of them on the Girls Gone Wild videos.I loved the way they looked so pretty and innocent and then turned. I thought that I knew what he wanted from me. I put my mouth on the end of his cock and started sucking as enthusiastically as I could. I kept taking more and more of it into my mouth and I tried to do it without gagging. Still, as hard as I tried I could not get it into my throat. I was afraid he was going to hurt me and I tried so very hard.After a few minutes he got tired of my futile attempts. He grabbed my head and pulled me down brutally, forcing his cock down my throat again. He held me. He had fallen asleep without saying a word, still afraid that when he spokehe would hear that voice that he was all too familiar with. Now he woke upagain, and without opening his eyes he knew that nothing had changed since hehad woke up last. The hangover was essentially gone, but the sensations thatdid remain were as disorienting as any hangover he had ever had.Under the quilt that he slept under he could sense his body. He felt thesoft silk of the chemise he, or Heather rather, had worn. Yep, she was hooked and she just let me know in actions how hooked she was. Kirsten was so laid back and while conversation with her was great she could also be veiwed by others as shy or withdrawn. She wasn't a "party" girl, didn't like crowds that much, liked to read and just do quiet things alone or with someone.Reminded me a lot of myself so between the sex and the character the compatibility was there. I worried about the age difference but I figured I was putting the cart ahead of the.