“That’s right.” He began to walk her in reverse, still fondling her tit. She held onto him lest she stumble in her heels. He guided her between ...ofas and around an ornate occasional-table, the head of his cock brushing her tummy as they proceeded. His eyes had the quality of a brewing storm and she was transfixed, depending utterly on him to steer her. “Of course,” he said, “the items on that list are all qualities I like and admire, but call it a perversity of my nature … I feel the impetus to. All my ink was visible, my torso and upper arms criss-crossed with two dozen different designs, my square chest framed by a family crest and a banner. I knew also that she could see the scarring on my arms and the faded slash across my abdomen, remnants of a life all too recent. I decided then and there that I wouldn’t bore her with explanations about bar fights and stupid stunts, and quickly excused myself. She came out of the bedroom wearing a tight pink shirt and a skirt that showed off her. Julie was reaching up on her tip toes causing her skirt to ride up a few inches, just enough for me to see the crotch of her red panties, the outline of her big dark bush obvious. I glanced at the other 2 aswell, one was in the same position as Julie, her firm belly and slim hips on show as her blouse rode up. The other now had her bag on the table bent over it, her tits leaning right out of her unbuttoned blouse. Julie actually caught me staring at her mates boobs but just smiled and sat down. Several of us caravaned out of Athens to the party, with frat president Nick in the lead car. I drove my Pathfinder, crowded with Kelly and Vic, Chip, Katie, a sorority sister of Katie and Kelli’s (that they hoped to hook up with Chip), Jennifer and myself. The party was just beginning to kick up when we first arrived. We were hanging around one of the kegs, drinking beer and just watching as the party began to build to a crescendo. A lot of beer funneling and other drinking games had gone on.