May 5th
I haven't had sex in over a month. I'm getting desperate. I've even considered calling some of my old boyfriends. Luckily Erin was here to prevent that disaster. How pathetic can I get? I can't believe I'm finishing up my four years of college and I haven't found Mr. Right yet. When I was in high school I thought I'd be planning my wedding by now, not calling a thick eight inch piece of vibrating rubber "My hot date" on a Friday night.
At least I haven't reduced myself to calling Jason, although sometimes his claim that it was just one mistake sounds plausible. What am I saying? "One time," what a load of shit, I knew his rep before I started seeing him, Mr. "One Night Wonder." Hell almost half of my sisters had slept with him. How foolish could I be? Never believe a guy when he says he's going to change.
But I need some dick soooo bad right now. Tomorrow night I'm hooking up for sure. I already told Erin, its been long enough.
May 7th
Last night was crazy. I went out with Erin and Marie. Erin looked gorgeous as always. I know some of the girls in the sorority talk about her behind her back, but that's just because they're jealous. Who cares if she had a boob job? I know some of the other girls who have also had plastic surgery and nobody says anything about them.
It is a little intimidating going out with Erin especially now that her perfect hourglass figure attracts so much attention. But I still tease her that as the blonde I manage to turn more heads then she does. Anyways my tits may not be as large as Erin's, but they certainly aren't small. Out on the town we're every male's fantasy, two hot sorority sisters. Every once in a while when we get bored (and drunk) at a party we'll kiss, guys love it, they're so simple.
Marie is a real sweetheart. She's a cutie who could be just as hot as Erin and me (okay maybe that's a bit of an overstatement), but she always dresses conservatively. I bet that if she wasn't with Tim these past three years she would have really exposed her wild side as well. Then again I guess it works out for me since she's always willing to play the mom.
We left about ten thirty to go to McGundy's, its always the best place to start on a Friday night. It was packed by the time we got there, luckily Lou was there to let us in without standing in line, since the other bouncers are all pissed off that neither of us will go out with them. Lou knows the deal; just because we flirt doesn't mean we're actually interested, I thought all bouncers knew that.
I've heard people, girls and guys, talk shit behind my back because they think I'm stuck up and look down upon everyone else. Just because I don't talk to every drunken idiot that comes up to drool all over me, doesn't mean I'm stuck up. And any guy who claims that he just wants to be friends is either gay or trying to work the friendship angle to weasel his way into my pants, either way he's not suckering me. I know some of my sisters are such sluts that they'll fuck anybody who buys them a drink, but I'm not one of them.
A couple of Sigma guys bought us our first couple of shots and drinks, which is all it took to get me buzzed since we pre-partied before we left. Mike and Oliver fit the frat boy mold. At least Oliver knows he has no chance with us. Not to be mean but he's the token fat guy who gets sloppy drunk and everyone laughs at, but he's a real sweetheart. And at least he's entertaining which is more than I can say for most guys.
After about an hour we left to go to The Stage, a hip bar/club where there's usually some real hotties. Erin and I quickly scanned the crowd, positioning ourselves near the ones that most stood out. Two of them came up to us and without any cheesy lines offered to buy us a couple of drinks. Erin started talking to the better looking, but obviously overly confident one, Rich (exactly her type), while his cute friend, Alex, talked to Marie and me.
He was tall with short black hair, neatly kept in place in that teased style intended to look wild, but actually quite manicured. He had high cheekbones, and a generally sculpted face, he had probably been a star high school baseball or football player. I could easily see him as the affable quarterback, his arm around a homecoming queen like me.
It was also evident that Alex, despite his good looks, was a typical nice guy, but a nice guy wasn't exactly what I was looking for. I kept giving him strong signals, grasping his arm to draw us together, placing my hand on his chest as if I had to brace myself to keep from falling from laughter at one of his witty remarks, and always maintaining eye contact with his deep brown eyes. Its so irritating having to make all the first moves. Why do nice guys have to be such pussies?
Then again I thought maybe he wasn't interested. Despite my efforts to make it a one on one conversation he persistently asked Marie questions to keep her involved. As the conversation dragged on I got tired of offering myself up, and began scanning the crowd again. I think Alex noticed my detachment and I sensed a depression in his spirits as I eased out of the conversation and allowed Marie to be entertained by him. Another night maybe, but this night I had a plan in mind, and it involved a little more than exchanging phone numbers.
When I saw Victor I had two thoughts go through my mind, "What a jerk," and, "What a cock." The latter gem gave me a rush. Just imaging that monster hidden in those slacks made me wet. I was glad I didn't wear any panties, it would have been a pain for him to take off before he fucked me in the bathroom.
Victor is legendary for three things: his aforementioned cock, his skill in using it, and the complete asshole he is outside the bed. Erin had a fling with him six months ago. He was hell bent on getting both of us in the same bed together. He even suggested it the first night they hooked up. The first couple of times it was funny, but after two weeks it went beyond simply being annoying, especially for me since I wasn't getting any of the benefits just the persistent pestering. He even walked out in the living room naked once, claiming it was accidental, but swinging his fleshy dick around so I could catch all its finer points.
Too bad I couldn't have transferred his penis to someone who deserved it. Then again I've discovered that large dicks simply make a guy cocky. They seem to have this belief that they're depriving the world if they don't share it with as many women as possible. I'll take a sweet six over a straying nine any day.
But I wasn't looking for a keeper tonight. Victor was talking to a couple of buddies when he caught me out of the corner of his eyes strutting over to him. He instantly went into his seducer demeanor, acting cool and relaxed as I walked up to him. He sleazily eyed my body up and down before resting on my eyes and giving me his cheesy smile. But jesus he looked so sexy at that moment, the slick backed hair, the broad chest, and bulging biceps. My mind was set, my pussy already emitting heat. "Just don't say anything stupid," was the idea that floated in the back of my head.
This is roughly what he said after I gave him a hello hug in which he squeezed me close, "Hey Katie, right (he actually said this as if he didn't know my name, but damn did it not make me want him more), how are you doing?"
"I'm good, what about you?"
"Better now that I've seen you."
"Oh really," I coquettishly replied.
"You look so amazing in that outfit," he then leaned over and whispered in my ear, "I bet your not wearing anything under that dress," he moved back and added, "Am I right?"
I gave him a flirty naughty boy look, but didn't answer his question, "Is that how you always start off a conversation?"
"You can ask me the same I don't mind."
"You're so nasty," I playfully slapped his arm.
"How 'bout you check?" he said with a smile as he drew me closer to him with a hand on my waist and using the bar to create some privacy he grasped my wrist and led my willing hand to his lap. I could feel his huge cock awaken with my touch. Not even hard it was probably bigger than some guys.
"But how can I tell through your pants," I seductively asked before unzipping his fly and slipping my hand into his pants immediately grasping his enlarging phallus as he gasped with my initial touch. I could just get my hand around it and it wasn't even fully erect. I felt a tingle between my legs just holding it. "I guess your not."
