I wanted to be able to go to a club, get drunk and fuck with a guy I'd just met. Bryce was too clingy, I liked to be free. Well, now I was. Tonight wo...ld be fun. I would get drunk and have sex. Simple, right? Right. I was 21 and in college, and partying was what college was for. I dressed in my sluttiest dress, skipping underwear. The dress was long enough to cover my ass but short enough that when I bent over you could get a full view. I did my hair and makeup, making sure I looked vulnerable.. I burst a river into your welcoming mouth as an exquisite wave of pleasure leaves me gasping my gratitude. I revel in your gaze as you gently sooth me back to earth. You bring a glass of cool water and, after filling my mouth, I kiss you, open my lips, and let youdrink from me. I continue watering until your thirst is satisfied, then begin to help you out of your clothes, kissing every inch of skin that I uncover. I lay you face down, and, with the warmed oil, I start. The slight summer dribbles that failed to soak through clothes or make her shiver, the ones everyone fled from as if they were hellfire raining down, they had been boring and not even frequent. No, the storm raging outside, the one worth its name was the ultimate sign that summer with its immobilizing heat was finally over. The time for beaches, volleyball and cocktails finally stepped aside in favour of books, pullovers, hot chocolate and long evenings on the couch. Friends would come over,. Until that feeling started t'go away. My dick started gettingnumb, and, pretty soon, I couldn't feel it at all. . My balls wasdrained, too, and they sorta climbed up inside me. All sorts of thingswas going on down there, but none of 'em had anything t'do with the prickthat I knew in my heart weren't there no more.I was a gal.And something was sucking on my earlobe, tickling me. And - oh, Lord - itfelt good. Something else was kissing its way down my throat. My bodystarted t'feel warm and.