Author's Notes:
1. This can be read as a stand-alone story.
2. Though there are a lot of bodies bouncing around, most of the sex in this part involves only two people at a time.
- aliaspeterj
P.S. Thanks to everyone who gave me feedback on Part 1
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Georgia didn't say she was waiting for marriage and Jon didn't get the sense she was a virgin. It wasn't like she got upset if he said "fuck" or if they watched an R-rated flick. But when Jon let his hands wander or tried adding his tongue to a kiss, Georgia's expression became intense, her eyes widened and then she stepped away and kept him at arm's length for the rest of the night.
Not that sex on demand worked out any better. Jon hooked up a few times in the first two weeks of classes. It had gone from disaster, to okay, to a different kind of disaster. The first hook-up was fast and sloppy, really more of a misfire than a sexual encounter. The second time he was pretty hammered. He remembered the sex wasn't bad, but it got uncomfortable afterward, wanting her to leave, and trying to make small talk even though he'd forgot her name. After that his endurance for partying waned. He got to the point where he did his time, getting a little drunk, bored and horny before taking off. He didn't think it could get worse than being bored and blue balled.
The last night of his hook-up phase he was in over his head. The apartment building's parking lot had nothing but Jaguars and Porsches and the partiers were the kind of people that filled them. Wearing sweat pants and a loose, turquoise button-down with a t-shirt underneath, Jon reeked of being poor. He couldn't even make it up by looks. Though his face was handsome, because Jon was 6'2" and weighed 124 lbs. he looked like a stick figure with hair. Actually he was amazed that he had even got into the party. Aside from seeing how the other half lived, he stuck around for the bottles of microbrew they had at the bar.
A flashy, thin blonde with beautiful fake breasts was toying with him for a few minutes while making eyes at a couple of prospects. She was a rich bitch, a cheerleader or sorority-girl-type slumming and prick teasing the poor, gawky guy. It wasn't like he was fooling himself that he had a chance, but he was really horny so she had an effect. The blonde smirked as she eyed his cock bulge, amusing herself, trying to get him so excited he'd cum in his pants. He had a three-pack of condoms burning a hole in his pocket, but no matter how horny he got he'd rather turn them into balloon animals than use them on the smirking blonde.
"Mmmm... this beer is really good." The blonde licked the bottle lip and then plunged her tongue down the neck. She licked a finger and streaked it between her cleavage. She took a sip of beer and thrust her wet breasts at him. "Would you like a taste?"
It would be so easy for Jon to stick his head into her chest and slurp away. But even as the blonde offered him her tits, she was already set to lean back. This wasn't a come-on; it was a sexual mirage. Quelling his horniness, he swung his gaze around the room lingering on a couple of curvy brunettes.
The blonde stepped closer and brushed her big tits against Jon's arm. Her breasts were so close he could chart constellations in the freckles around her cleavage. "I don't blame you, not wanting to drink this stuff. It's kind of off." She moved her bottle back and forth letting the cold bottle brush against her chest and bring her nipples to hardness. "I hate it when a beer goes bad. I mean once you take a drink, what are you going to do? It's all right for guys to be gross, but girls can't."
Jon looked around the room, knowing where this was going. He gestured at the corner where a few couples were moving to the music. "You want to dance?"
"What does a girl do with bad beer?" The blonde flipped her hair back in a practiced move and leaned down sighting him in the crosshairs of those cold hard nipples, this while still eyeing a guy by the sofa who, for some reason, was naked except for a diaper. Thank God he wasn't too much of a tit man. Staring at that girl's rack, he would have been helpless.
Just because Diaper Man was wearing a Rolex, the girl was interested in him. It didn't matter that the guy was drunk off his ass and had a beer gut or that he seemed to be acting like he needed to be changed as long as he wasn't poor.
It was enough.
He looked the blonde up and down. "So do you prefer being on top or doggy?"
"Answer my question first," the girl said.
"For me, it depends on what she looks like. You want a beautiful girl on top so you can look at her face and you want an ugly girl from behind so you look at her ass. If both are bad, you can go either way; you just have to keep your eyes closed."
"Just answer the question," the girl said with mounting frustration. "What do you think a girl should do with a bad mouthful of beer?"
Jon drained his beer. It was time to leave, but he wasn't finished with the girl. "Okay, I don't know."
The blonde took a pretend sip of beer and made a sour face before speaking. "Do you prefer girls who spit or girls who swallow?"
Jon toyed with his zipper. "Actually, I prefer girls who hold still when I shoot a load on their faces. Slutty brunettes are great, but it's the dumb, prick teasing blondes who really turn me on." He unzipped his pants, casually reached in and grabbed his cock.
"What the fuck?" the blonde said more because of his cock than his words.
"I start shooting on one side of their face and arc across to the other side, letting the cum stream down giving them a little white beard." Jon stroked his prick casually while aiming the cockhead at the girl's face. "I love the blondes because I tell them it's smart juice and if they let it soak in long enough the wind won't whistle through their ears so loudly. Sometimes I'll give them the glazed donut. That's when I swirl it ..."
"You couldn't get a woman to look at your prick if she was cross-eyed..." The blonde tried to talk over him, but failed because of his loud resonant voice. A voice that -- even with all the party's noise -- would start attracting attention if it got any louder.
Jon stroked his cock harder and began wagging it to keep the blonde's attention there. "If the blonde is dumb and ugly, I'll give her two or three coats. It's like painting over really ugly wallpaper."
"You can't say that to me," the blonde said, looking both embarrassed and upset.
"Three coats are for those really hopeless blondes, the ones guys will only fuck if they're drunk and the light's bad; the ones they only call if it's 3 AM and their hands are too tired to do it for themselves..." Jon grunted and jerked his cock harder. "Girl, you might want to kneel down right now or you're going to miss a coat."
The blonde tried to say something, but Jon talked louder and began flexing his prick as he jerked off. When he tensed and closed his eyes, the girl jumped back.
Jon's eyes snapped open and he had a smirk on his face. "Whoops, false alarm."
