Cory suggested some strippers and we could have it at his house so we made plans. The night of the party we had about 10 friends show up with alot of...drinks and party favors. We had been there a while when I asked to speak with Cory and Brad in the other room "Wheres the stripper?" Cory tried to call several time but no one would answer. I asked if he had some porn to pass the time he could put on while me and Brad continued to call. After 30 minutes or so the stripper answered and. Please?”“Okay, but make it quick, then I have to get up.”“It's like this. I have had plenty of experiences with girls, making out, and such . .”“Uh-huh, I know you've dated quite a lot.”“Yes, but not so much lately, it's hard to meet gals, when everybody in graduate school is running in a different direction. My love life is rather paltry at the moment.”“Okay, but why are you in my bed?”“I'm getting to that. I'm now twenty five, and I have never really had the experience of . . . to cuddle. I had to guess that her bottom half was just as stunning as the upper half because i couldn't see anything below the top of the seat.The next day, to my surprise she sat in the seat directly behind me. Leaning forward she began whispering in my ear:"I have road this same bus everyday hoping you would look up and see me. And everyday you broke my heart. But yeasterday when i finally saw your sexy green eyes i just knew i had to talk to you." Catching her breath because she had excitedly rushed. 'Take the stairway down,' he had texted earlier, 'then take a quick right, and under the stairway you took is where I'll be waiting for you. You'll see the glory hole plainly.'Everything he'd said was true.As I'd gone down the stairway into his basement, the first thing I noticed was how dank it smelled, like the way old house basement always seem to smell; like mildew, and slightly damp, raw cement. It was a kind of creepy ambience, to be honest, but by then I was also so horny, that even the.