As soon as the sun settled on the night of Halloween, Bridgette began to get ready for the coed party that night, knowing full well that there would be several of the older professors in attendance, not only to monitor the partying (making sure no one underage drank, for example), but also doing a bit of the partying themselves. It was a well known fact on campus that different professors were the choice ones for having at your party, due to their willingness to overlook certain rules.
Standing in her dorm room, she admired the outfit she had chosen to wear, having been picked out with help from one of her many boyfriends on campus. Being only in her second year at school, this was far from the first big party she had attended. Bridgette had always been known as a party girl, even in her hometown. Here, she was a wild redhead that the guys were always after.
Bridgette had dressed in her casual jeans and T-shirt for the journey over to Mason Hall, carrying her Halloween outfit in a bag. And now, standing in the upstairs dorm of one of her boyfriends, she began to get dressed in the outfit. Rolling her long white stockings up her sexy legs, Paul stood and watched her in the corner. She stood up, just standing there in the stockings and nothing else. "What do you think so far?"
Paul's lecherous grin formed on his face, and he walked to her, placing a hand on her hip. His pirate outfit mostly completed, all he lacked was the hat to top it off. "Damned sexy, as always, Bri," he said, calling her by his pet name for her.
Bridgette stepped closer to him, her bared breasts brushing against the front of his outfit. She moved her hips against him teasingly, knowing what his reactions would be. She had been his bed partner more than once in the past year, and he seemed to love it when she would tell him of her adventures with other men. "What if I told you that tonight, I was going to flirt with Mr. Harrison, and make him want me."
Paul's eyes flashed.. any other woman would have pulled back, sensing danger, but Bridgette knew that this flash was one of hungry eroticism, one that they shared in abundance. She felt his cock hardening against her bare leg, and he purposely pushed himself against her, grinding against her smooth, milky flesh. His words were heavy, laden with desire. "Damn Bridgette.. are we not enough for you anymore?"
Her smile turned wicked, naughty. She reached down between them, running her hand across the front of his pants, feeling his cock twitching and jerking in response. She knew just how to touch him, how to tease him, to give him the most pleasure. She gripped him through the material, then pressed her palm flat against the erection, rubbing him seductively. "And what if I told you I wanted you to fuck me... right now... before the party."
Her words were more than enough to send Paul over the edge and into the sexual oblivion of need and passion. He gripped her wrist hard and pulled it away from his now aching cock. Turning her arm around to pin it behind her, he held her hand there -gently, but firmly, just as she liked - and his mouth claimed hers roughly, intensity there that she brought out of him with her sexy acts. Backing her up to pin her against the wall, he did not release her arm.
