The Boy Who Knew Me When(11)

“Leggings? You expect me to believe you are running clear across town to pick up a pair of pants from your over endowed brainless boyfriend?” I asked.

“HA HA, as a matter of fact I do. He isn’t even home, he left them with Greg. But just so you know, I rather enjoy the fact he is brainless, that leaves him to focus on making sure his 10 inch cock fills me up and wears me out me out good.”

I put my finger to my open mouth pointing to my throat making the gesture that I am gagging.

“Oh please, trust me; you would want it if you had it. I orgasmed three times in 15 minutes last night. I’m convinced every ounce of his brains went into making his dick and I am one happy girl when I get to partake of it. If you had any sense you would find one of your own. I hear you at night, I know you need a little bit of boom chika just like the rest of us and don‘t pretend it isn‘t true.”

Shocked I put my hands to my mouth. What does she mean she hears me? Sure I masturbate, I am a perfectly normal when it comes to needing sexual attention but I try my best to be discreet about it.

“Please tell me Cole hasn’t ever heard me?” Brea bites her bottom lip and does not make a sound. “OH MY GAWD, he has? How embarrassing!”

Brea laughs at me and shrugs her shoulders. “See yah later chica, be ready in an hour K? Angela says Omega parties are off the charts and the guys are absolutely edible. Maybe you’ll get lucky.” Brea winks at me and disappears out the front door closing it behind her.

Once I get over the initial shock of learning her boyfriend has heard me pleasuring myself I decide to start getting ready for this evenings event. I shower then put on my thigh length black leather fitted skirt, a low cut brown ribbed t-shirt that accentuates my breasts, a pair of calf length biker boots and pull my long hair back into a smooth low pony tail. Finishing the look off with mascara and some ruby red gloss I glance at myself in the mirror and I have to admit to myself that I actually look good.

It took me years to come to terms with the fact that I was attractive and while I still have moments where I think I could break glass with my face I am finally in a place where I am comfortable with my body. Not necessarily who I am on the inside but with my body and that is certainly a long way from where I was before. It helps that I often feel like I have to fight the guys at these college parties off with a stick, even if I do turn down every one of them.

After shoveling down chicken burritos from Chipotle we managed to make it to the party which was already in full swing. The frat house was a little bit off the beaten path just outside of campus. And old white, stereotypical two story southern home with a double wraparound porch and every inch of the two porches were filled with people guzzling down drinks in red plastic cups. By the time we made it inside the three of us had been groped and howled at by half the male population at The University of Texas.

Things were no better off on the inside of the house which was so cramped with people that by the time we made it to the keg in the kitchen I was a half second from having a panic attack. Needless to say, I do not do well with crowds.

“You need a drink, chica?” Angela exclaimed handing me one of the familiar red cups. I took it from her hands and chugged it, paying no attention to the cheers coming from the group of guys handling the keg and serving the drinks. All I needed to get through the night was a slight buzz to take the edge off and I was working my way there as quickly as possible.

One of the guys manning the keg refilled my beer two seconds before I was yanked away by a pair of unfamiliar hands that sent half of the golden liquid flying into the air.

“Dance with me, gorgeous!” He exclaimed.

I flipped around to find myself being dragged into the living room where everyone was bumping and grinding to Lady Gaga’s “Do What You Want.” I tried to pull away from him in protest but he would not let go of my arm. Just as I was opening my mouth to scream for him to get the fuck off of me, a large masculine body stepped in front of the insistent frat boy. “Let her go Raz, the lady obviously has no intentions of dancing with you tonight.”

There was no threat or warning in the deep voice cascading out of the mouth of the most beautiful man I have ever laid my eyes on. He simply stated a fact and with that statement my arm fell to my side and Raz let go.

“Sorry Ford, she was just too damn sexy not to have a turn with.” Raz turned to me and winked.

“Next time you ask a lady to dance, you don’t just grab her. Show some respect or you’re out on your ass, you hear me? Now apologize to the lady, Raz.”

Raz, looked to the floor and in a panicked voice he quickly uttered “Yes, Sir” and turned to me.