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It had been six weeks since the Freshman Mixer and the hunt for my mystery blonde continued. Her smile was etched in my mind, and those eyes were burned into my soul. As I fell asleep each night, I yearned for them and everywhere I went I scoured for them.My pursuit had not been completely in vain — just mainly. Once, when I was sat on a bus heading downtown I had driven past her, barely catching a glimpse once again. Then two weeks earlier, I spotted her leaving a dining hall just as I was getting my food. Both times she was with friends, sadly I didn’t recognise any of them.How could this girl be so elusive? Why did our paths not cross more frequently? Surely someone I knew must know her? How could I get to her?Despite my frustration, the rest of college life was going well. I had a good group of friends, I was exploring the fraternity options and classes were much simpler than I had envisaged. My most interesting subject was Criminology, a subject new to me and full of fascinating insights. However, the professor was very keen, dishing out tons of homework and additional reading. So unlike any other class, I had joined a study group.My classmates were all intelligent and helped keep me on my toes. We’d meet weekly to stay ahead of the curve. After one particular group meeting, as I was leaving, a girl called Heather took me aside.“Can I ask you a favour?” she asked shyly and looking very nervous.“Of course,” I replied.Hesitantly she continued: “I’ve been invited to a sorority event and need a date. Could you… would you go with me?”“I’d love to,” I smiled back.She told me when and where it was and then added: “It’s a James Bond-themed cocktail party, so you’ll need to rent a tux. Is that OK?”“Believe it or not, I have my own,” I replied, suddenly very happy I’d bought one a year earlier for a series of black tie parties as I left school.Heather was cute in that farm-girl-next-door type of way. Slightly plump, about five foot five tall, with long chestnut hair. Her rounded face had rosy cheeks that seemed almost clichéd for a girl from Nebraska. But she had a caring smile and her light brown eyes showed the warmth of her heart. Plus, she really was a lovely girl, one I got on incredibly well with. She might not have been the usual type of girl I’d choose to date, but she was certainly a good friend.The night arrived and I pulled on my Gieves a Thomas Pink Marcella shirt with onyx studs; a pair of platinum cufflinks my parents had given me; and then tied my own bow tie. A shiny pair of Church’s Oxfords completed my outfit. Checking myself in the mirror before leaving, I thought I really did meet the James Bond theme — plus I had the English accent, all I was missing was the Walther PPK.Collecting Heather from her dorm I was taken aback by how good she looked. She wore a flowing red strapless gown, that showed off her more than ample cleavage, and a pair of (very nearly) matching red heels. I thought that she really did look great — even if it seemed like she had either gained several pounds or she thought was a size smaller than she was.Offering Heather my arm, I said: “Wow, you look amazing.”Strolling arm in arm we headed to the most prestigious and popular sorority on campus. On arrival, we were greeted warmly and showed inside. These girls sure knew how to throw a party, a string quartet played in one corner of the large room, while silver service waiters circulated with trays of champagne and martinis.Grabbing a drink each, we began to circulate. Heather introduced me to the sisters and some of the other prospects. Most of the girls there were very attractive, thin and incredibly self-confident — I could see why Heather wanted to join. I was therefore determined not to screw things up for her, so limited my drinking — especially this early in the evening.The crowd slowly grew over the next half hour as more girls arrived. Most were obviously wearing their prom dresses, while their dates wore poorly fitting, rented tuxedos.I felt her arrive before I saw her. It was as if the entire room paused and all eyes turned to the door, but really it was just Anadolu Yakası Escort me. There she was, my mystery girl, standing in the doorway, arms interlocked with her date. Surges of jealousy coursed through my body, and completely irrationally, I regretted being here with Heather.For the first time, I saw her properly. She wore a tight, black dress that ended mid-thigh, fitting her like a well-tailored second skin. Each stitch enhanced her stunning curves and the thin straps highlighted her shapely shoulders. Hanging around her back, suspended between her elegant elbows was a black silk pashmina. Her golden-blonde hair was professionally styled in an updo, exposing a slender neck. Small diamond studs sat in her ears while her sultry, crimson lips looked ripe for kissing. As she turned to hand over her shawl I spotted the perfectly straight seam of a pair of stockings running down her sylph-like legs to a pair of immaculate three-inch black satin stilettos. When she turned back around our eyes met for a fleeting second and there it was, my own personal kryptonite — those incredible iridescent green eyes.The moment was shattered by a knife tapping on a glass as the president chimed in: “I need all the girls in here, please. Boys, you can entertain yourselves for a few minutes.”With that, the girls all left to an adjoining room leaving their dates hanging around. Naturally, I made a beeline for her date.“Have you been to many of these things?” I asked innocuously.“No, this is my first. What about you? Been to many?” he replied.“My first too. I’m Jon and I’m here with Heather,” I said, reaching to shake hands.“Hi, I’m Alex, Emily’s date,” he responded.Finally, I knew her name — Emily! Then as I was about to ask much more about her, he added: “Wow, your tux looks much better than mine, where did you rent it?”I explained that it was my own and I’d had it tailored back in England.“So you basically are James Bond,” he joked.Laughing at his weak joke I casually asked: “So, is Emily your girlfriend?”“Are you kidding? I fucking wish,” he replied as my pulse soared — perhaps there was hope yet. “No, she has a serious long-term boyfriend back in Texas. She even has a promise ring from him.”Suddenly my heart was ripped from my chest. The girl of my dreams was promised to another man and a Texan at that. I might have been dressed as James Bond, but that bastard probably actually had a gun and wouldn’t hold back from shooting me if I messed with his girl.As I wallowed in self-pity the girls returned. I couldn’t help but watch every step that Emily took, regardless of whether I stood a chance with her or not. She glided effortlessly across the room, her hips swaying gently with each expert step in her perilously-high heels. Following the line of her stockings upwards I could only imagine what lay beneath that form-hugging black dress. I pictured the soft area of tanned skin above the stocking tops and the lace garter-belt they were clipped to.Trying to imagine what style of underwear she was wearing, I searched for a panty-line for a hint, but there was none. Could she be going commando? If I got close enough might I just be able to get a hint of her private scent?I was snapped back to reality as Heather returned and locked her arm through mine. We began circulating the party once again. I subtly tried to steer her towards Emily and Alex, but we seemed to be like two of the same poles of a magnet, repelling each other. I still desperately wanted to talk to Emily but didn’t want to show up Heather.The evening carried on and I tried to hide my disappointment from Heather — she didn’t deserve to be treated badly, I’d never been interested in her anyway but she was a friend. I hadn’t even spoken to Emily, yet still, I was mourning her loss worse than any girl I had ever dated.So I tried to buck up, had a few drinks and strived to be the best date I could for Heather. I laughed at her jokes, I told amusing anecdotes to everyone we met and kept the conversation flowing whenever it lagged.After what must have been her third Anadolu Yakası Escort Bayan glass of champagne Heather slipped her hand in mine and leaned close to my ear whispering: “Come with me.”She led me upstairs to a softly lit bedroom and asked me to close the door. As I turned around she kissed me forcibly on the lips, slipping her tongue into my mouth. Her buxom breasts pressing hard into my chest. While she devoured my face her hand reached for my crotch, stroking my cock and balls.As she pulled away, she looked me in the eyes and said: “I want to suck your dick,” while she fought with my cummerbund.I hadn’t been expecting anything to happen between us, but I wasn’t going to stop her giving me a blowjob. So I undid the cummerbund and dropped my trousers. Instantly she dragged my boxers down as my penis grew, sticking out from under my long shirt.Heather had clearly seen her fair share of dick. She knelt down and grabbed me, tugging until I was hard. With one motion she stuffed it in her mouth and began sucking me off. Her hot, wet mouth made quick work of my hardness — even if I was picturing Emily’s gorgeous lips instead.Soon I was breathing hard as her fingers stroked my balls and her mouth consumed my cock. Nobody had ever made me cum this quickly, but I knew I wouldn’t last much longer.“Oh, oh, oh,  Heather, I’m going to cum. Fuck, I’m…” but before I could finish what I was saying the door burst open. Every sister poured into the room. Heather recoiled in horror, pulling my dick from her mouth. In unison, they screamed: “You dirty fucking slut!” At the same instant, I ejected thick streams of cum. The first caught Heather on the chin, neck and cleavage. But she was still moving away, so the second shot landed across her body, while the third splashed across her skirt.The sisters laughed hysterically as Heather burst into tears. Picking herself up, she ran from the room sobbing, forcing her way through the crowd, as the other girls shouted after her: “Did you really think we were going to let someone like you in?”Feeling terrible for Heather, but only mildly embarrassed for myself, I pulled up my shorts and trousers. While I did myself up, I said calmly: “I think I should be going.”As I pushed my way passed the sisters the president grabbed me and said: “You don’t need to leave,” squeezing my ass. Pushing her hand away I glared: “No I don’t! But now I want to.” Descending the stairs I saw Emily and Alex looking surprised but couldn’t stop to talk to them.I caught up with Heather about half a block away.“Hold up Heather!” I cried as she sobbed loudly. Embracing her, I said: “That was fucking horrible, what they just did to you,” as she cried into my shoulder.Looking at her bright red dress, the streaks of my cum were slowly drying but clearly visible, so I gave her my jacket.“Let me at least walk you home,” I said sympathetically. She simply nodded as her sobs echoed around Locust Walk. I put my arm around Heather and escorted her back to her dorm. I stayed silent as she wept.Arriving at her room she opened the door and asked me inside, I readily agreed. Slowly she recovered her composure as dark streams of mascara rolled down her face. We sat on the edge of her bed, my arm still around her.“Th-they told us that whoever brought the most James Bond guy would get in. I was sure that I’d win with you as my date,” she said mournfully.“So you just wanted me for my Bondness?” I joked, smiling at her so she knew I was kidding.“Then they said they needed to know it was a “real” date, so I had to… blow you. Then…” she added, bursting into tears once more.Slowly it dawned on her. “They were never going to let me in were they?” she wailed.“I don’t think so,” I told her, “But you’re so much better than them. There’s no need to be ashamed. So what? They saw you sucking my dick, I bet every one of them has sucked more than one dick in their time. I wasn’t embarrassed and you shouldn’t be either.”“Really!” she asked, her eyes lighting up once again, “You weren’t embarrassed to be with me?”“Why on earth would Escort Anadolu Yakası I be embarrassed to have a cute eighteen-year-old girl sucking my dick? In fact, I think their president was jealous of you,” I replied.She threw her arms around me and hugged me tightly. “You think I’m cute?” she asked coyly.“Of course you are,” I replied, “Plus you’re much, much nicer than those bitches.”As she looked at me I was suddenly glad that, as always, I had a condom with me. I knew I’d be fucking Heather before the night was over.“I’m so sorry,” she said, “Your jacket is covered in cum, tears and make-up.”“Don’t worry about it at all,” I assured her, “But why don’t we get that off you?”Grabbing my jacket and putting it to one side I reached for her mascara-stained cheek. Holding it softly in my hand I tilted her head so our eyes met. Maintaining our gaze, I leant forward and kissed her lightly on the lips. Softly I pressed my tongue forwards as her lips happily opened to accept it. I knew she needed to feel wanted, so I let my tongue fight against hers passionately, as I pulled her body close.Easing apart, I asked: “Now where were we?” while my hand reached for the zip on her dress. I was tugging the zipper down carefully when suddenly her huge chest popped out from the red gown. Her massive tits burst free from the black strapless bra that was wholly ill-equipped to deal with such breasts.Two enormous mounds of bright white flesh hung limply over the top of her dress. Each must have weighed five pounds or more. The soft flesh yielded easily to my solid grip. With each movement of my hand, the uncontrollable masses rolled around, threatening to fall from my grasp.Eager to please Heather, I clamped my mouth around one, sucking her giant nipple into my mouth. Her tits were so large I felt almost like a baby breastfeeding rather than a lover giving pleasure. But her moans and the way she pushed my head around suggested she was definitely enjoying my attention.Taking a breath for air, I stood up and took a couple of steps backwards. Doing my best James Bond impression I undid my bow tie, then slowly pulled open my shirt. Each onyx stud popped apart with ease, one by one they went exposing my torso. Dropping my shirt to the floor I stepped towards her again.As her hands strained to reach me, she said: “Jeez, you’ve got an incredible body,” her fingers gently tracing a path across my taut flesh.Pulling her in, her face pressed into my stomach, she quickly began licking me, as I quipped: “I never realised you had such fucking huge tits.”She looked up and smiled before grabbing my ass and pulling her face back into my six-pack. Despite Heather not really being my type, I could feel a swelling in my crotch.I dragged her to her feet and watched as she shuffled herself out of a dress that should have fallen effortlessly to the ground. For the first time, I really got to see Heather. Stood in just her heels and a too-small-for-her pair of black panties, she looked strangely large.She maintained her Midwest cuteness but freed from clothing her body seemed to expand. Her tits led the way, and her belly appeared larger, even her face somehow seemed chubbier than before. Still, she was cute and I felt guilty thinking that if she lost thirty pounds then she’d be hot — suddenly, I realised that I was no better than those sorority girls. They’d rejected a beautiful person simply because they thought she was fat; I wasn’t about to do the same.For a while, I’d know that we’d be having sex but had felt that I was doing her a favour. I was making her feel wanted, maybe even sexy. Now I wanted to fuck her and fuck her well. Not because she was as hot as Emily but because I wanted to. I desperately desired to have sex with my good friend, an overweight, rosy-cheeked Midwest girl.Bending down, I swiftly removed my shoes and socks, while Heather sat motionless on the bed. Then I stood up and confidently removed the rest of my clothes, standing buck naked before her. She’d already had my cock in her mouth and I desperately wanted to return the favour.Kneeling between her knees I looked Heather in the face and echoing her earlier statement, I said with a smile: “I want to lick your pussy.”Heather froze, completely unsure of what to do and simply looked at me. Time seemed to stand still until I reached for her underwear: “You’re going to need to help me here,” I said, unable to undress her further while she was seated.

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