Brian had been frustrated with the girls in high school.
Oh, don't get me wrong. He'd had some good fun. He'd had more than his share of joyously casual flings with hot, nerdy Chem partners on friends' back decks in the spring, and little adventures into the woods with peppy teammates on the way to track practice. He'd certainly savored the joy of making out with an eager beauty at every red traffic light from the prom to the highway, then slowly peeling the sparkling dress off that busty eighteen-year old maiden in a motel parking lot, and escorting the quivering lass, clad in only her thong panties and fancy strappy shoes, all the way to their room. And it wasn't even his date.
But that was the problem. Too many of poor Brian's dates just weren't as horny as him. They must have been ruined by lackadaisical boys, too interested in ramming it in for two minutes and wiping it off on their shirts to show a girl what a really swell time her own bod could provide. Such waste! All Brian wanted was to enjoy the sensations of youth -- one set of sensation in particular -- but he needed more eager partners to properly share in the frolic of fluidic communion.
Now college - he would be sure that would be different.
Many enterprising students select their favored undergraduate institutions based on a wide variety of factors. Are the facilities of a respected quality and size? Are the living arrangements liberal and sufficient? How likely is the average student to be shot purchasing beer in the evening? Brian, however, had a more constricted (if no less enthusiastic) standard in mind.
How bad was the reputation for parties? In this inquiry, worse most certainly meant better.
His choice was soon made, and preparations began for his new life of four years, or thereabouts. He very nearly shivered all the hot summer long; never had a boy so ached for autumn.
That hallowed day soon arrived, orientation weekend. Brian was trembling as he pulled his car into the student lot. He threw his clothes into his dorm room, and asked his new roommate, Tony, about the night's inevitable parties. Tony seemed knowledgeable about what was going down; Brian got the impression that Tony had lived nearby prior to enrollment, but truth be told Brian actually wasn't really listening to any of their conversation beyond the time and location of the party, including the parts were he was saying things himself.
No, his mind was elsewhere - he'd already seen some scorchingly hot girls kissing their moms and dads goodbye, standing there on the lawn in their sweatpants and flip-flops, or jean skirts and t-shirts, hands and shoulders burdened with laundry bags no doubt packed to bursting with satin scanties and plum panties and cozy bedthings. If this school was anything like he'd heard, those youth leadership representatives and athletes of the week would be aching to get laid as soon as the folks had driven away. In mere hours their sweet bodies would be completely naked and enjoying their first of countless long nights of decadent recreation!
The evening couldn't come soon enough.
He made certain he'd dressed his absolute best, as he strode into the off-campus building housing the bash, literally a big, old house. He even wore his best silk boxers, which felt so good against his body he almost had an erection already, but he knew they'd feel much better sliding down his legs and to his toes. College was to be a total bacchanal, nearly half a decade of sensual relief after the rigors of high school, and an extended kiss blown toward young vigor and health, just prior to entering the adult world. That was the only valid purpose of higher education to Brian, and he couldn't wait to begin.
The very first sounds he heard as he entered the building, before even any voices rose above the level of indiscriminate noise, were the juicy smacks of wet kisses under loud music. Right by the door a tasty young couple were enjoying a prolonged interaction, the busty blonde female half of the equation clad in only a tiny skirt and a spaghetti-strap belly shirt. Her big boobies were being squeezed by her honey as they kissed, right in front of everyone. And spread out all before him, mouths were stuffed with moist tongues, squishy thighs and asses were being caressed and massaged, and girlish squeals were rising with the thick, spicy marijuana smoke to the ceiling. Pot and beer was everywhere. The music was booming and frisky - a gaggle of five tall, leggy soccer-looking girls were kicking their bare feet and legs out. All that was snuggling their butts and pussies were cotton and lace panties, pearl and ruby and lime. They sloppily smooched, and honked each other's nipples through their shirts often.
This. This would be a good party.
Brian just needed to find an unoccupied young woman that struck his fancy, and two seconds' inquiry revealed one right over on the couch.
The lass was a ravishing freshman swimmer, just arrived from a religious high school, as he'd eventually learn. She had short, choppy black hair, and freckles all over her round cheeks. She was quite a doll, about five foot five in her brown wooly socks. Just a little curvy, with supple breasts and a jiggly butt under her sweater and baggy jeans. It was those socks, though, that Brian had initially spotted, and then her green eyes as she checked him out from the sofa, her feet kicked up onto a table, her fifth or sixth cup of beer in one hand and a fat blunt in the other. Brian sat right down next to her, and she smirked rosily as he gave greetings. She blew smoke right in his face, and he breathed it right in.
They flirted gently for a few minutes. Brian complimented her on her socks, and she raised her feet over from the table to her lap to give him a better look as she reclined off to the side. Very soon, he was rubbing those little feet through those thick socks. She cooed as she took monster hits, and she rested her massaged toes on his pants and belly as he continued to rub. Soon, the beer and the blunt were put down on the table behind her head.
They'd hardly said a hundred words to one another before she pulled her feet back and her body forward into an Indian-style seated position atop the sofa. Brian nonetheless followed her feet, caressing them in their tucked away state, then caressing her upward to her thigh, then her tender ribs, then her cheek. That girl leaned right in, tongue out first, and Brian gobbled it right down. He let her explore his mouth for a few seconds, and then indulged in rapturous sucking. He must have gotten a little stoned just from all her flavor! He soon probed his own tongue in, and she responded with the same tasteful pressure.
A long make-out session ensued, twenty rapturous minutes of savoring her delicious smoky beer mouth, sucking gently on her full lips, assessing her curves thoroughly with his hands, feeling her own little palms all over his body's most private spots, breathing in her intoxicating perfume, and enjoying her excited laughs as he shamelessly kneaded her breasts.
"Mmmmm... what are we doing?" she tittered naughtily.
"I think we're having foreplay," replied Brian.
"And what the fuck is that?"
"That's what we do when we're gonna fuck. Like, we undress and stuff."
"Oh?"
She sprang up and smooched his cheek several times, brushing her tongue all over him from between her plush lips. Her busy hands were everywhere, tearing at his shirt, finally whipping it over his head with a powerful thrust. Brian managed to catch it as it fell.
"Yeah, that's..."
He could only begin his sentence, as the girl was immediately at his navel, licking ferociously upward. He'd gotten so hot under his shirt that her tongue suddenly seemed cool and rough against him, almost refreshing, but like lager on a summer's afternoon, it only made him hotter. She pressed her face deep into his abs and belly, tugging at bits of skin with her lips. She sucked his nipples as he caressed the back of her head, or at least tried, given her speed. Soon he was moaning on that couch, at that party, so many people all around, this girl licking him in long strokes from his belt to his neck, kissing his chin at the tail of every journey.
"Is this foreplay, huh?" she huffed after five minutes of stimulation.
"Yeah," Brian breathily replied, "And this comes next."
He unbuckled his pants as she began to giggle.
