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The Recruit I'd like to say one thing first. I am not a jock. I hate jocks, they treated me like crap in high school because I didn't think they're games mattered and I wasn't impressed with how many touchdowns they scored. My roommate, Greta on the other hand is very impressed with how many home runs they can hit and how many goals they kicked Her current boyfriend is a soccer team, at least that's what they call themselves. Winning two games in two years is not a team I would want to be part of. But I'm being mean, my freshman year they won four games. The biggest problem they have is recruiting new players. This year they've resorted to throwing a keg party (which may be the only thing my school does right that is even remotely related to sports) and then taking the prospects into town with the hope that they might get laid or just see enough pretty girls to want to attend. My roommate for some reason volunteered to have the party at our apartment. I'm not really one to turn down a party and quickly started making plans to get kegs even if it was for sweaty jocks. I guess, I'm being kind of cynical. I did have fun at the party. As my friends and I played to role of meat, we sat in one corner drinking as much beer as we could before we headed to the bars in town. We watched the prospects have a wild time. They got drunk, they played drinking games, they tried to flirt. Some got a little too drunk. Some, I don't think they had ever drank before. They would have to practice before they came to college. One hot guy, he looked like an Amberchrombie model until he stumbled, then fell into my bookshelf breaking it. After I cleaned up the mess, and started the drying out some of the books, I decided I had enough. I left my roommate to be the hostess. At bar, disappointment continued, I hoped to find the scruffy hair boy from my English class that I hooked-up with waiting for me. He was not at the bar stool where made out last week, in the back of the bar. Nor was he on the dance floor where we kissed and caressed instead of dancing. The only thing I did find where my friends with shots with my name on them. I'm not complaining. It almost made me forget about my poor bookshelf. I planned on heading somewhere to buy a new one in the morning, or more likely afternoon when my hangover disappeared. I had almost drank enough shots and screwdrivers to forget about my bookshelf when the soccer team with prospects in tow came into the bar. I'm not sure how they got this group of eighteen and seventeen year olds into a bar when half the time the bouncers didn't want to let me in because my driver's license photo had blond hair and now I had brown. Somehow, I thought it would be a good idea if I invited the soccer team and prospects to our corner of the bar counter to do shots with us. Some of the recruits joined in but some where noticeably unable to stand straight and were banned from drinking anymore or were wise enough to sober some. My luck started to go a little better, Nathan, the only boy on the soccer team I deemed worthy stood next to me. We talked, he had some interesting stories on concerts he had attended but I was more intent in staring at his face and his crisp cheekbones. But before I had a chance to drink enough liquid courage, he switched places with one of the prospects. There was no way I was going to sleep with this poor boy to help the soccer team no matter how much I drank. But I was nice, and talked with him about classes and what to expect while I watched Nathan proceed to hook up with one of the girls from the women's soccer team. I don't know what Nathan saw in her. Well, I do. She's a natural blonde, has nice tits, that she just barely hides in her tank top. She's also wearing white skin-tight stretch pants. When she turns around I think I saw a thong line. Me, I'm dressed a little more sensible for the cold upstate New York weather. I'm wearing a tight Abercrombie t-shirt that don't show off my slightly less then average tits like her tank top flaunts hers. Plus I just didn't look right in this t-shirt. It wasn't really my style I'd look a lot better in t-shirt I got at Taking Back Sunday concert. I had pair of jeans that just don't make my ass look as fuckable as hers. I let the poor soccer prospect who didn't know what he was getting into stare at my tits while we talked about campus food. I didn't care, no I'm lying I let him because it made me feel a little more sexy. Then I saw the scruffy hair boy from my English class come into the bar. He looked just as good as he did last week when he took me home except this week around his arm was a blonde. Almost as good looking as the girl Nathan talked to except her tits were a little too big and her tight shirt showed off a little too much of her stomach fat. I asked the bartender for another drink and asked him to make it strong. Even the ninety percent drink didn't make me feel any better. I decided it was time for me to leave and I think I broke the prospects heart when I told him I had to go home. The crowds forced me to walk right behind scruffy hair's big tit slut. I think he looked at me as I passed but didn't make any effort to acknowledge me even when I tripped and feel on to some girl who gave a me dirty look. I had too much to drink and no reward for it. I walked home with my head down. There were other singles walking but what I of course noticed were the happy couples. The couples laughing as the walked with their arms around each other. The couples that held hands and were going back to their places to fuck each other. The party was over at my place. The lights were off but I could still see the scattered cups and smelt the cig smoke. Or maybe the cig smoke was me. I drank about a half gallon of water before I went to the bathroom to grab some Advil. My roommates door was already shut. They had probably already passed out from fucking. I opened my door and spilled the Advil all over the floor. In my bed was the shirtless Amberchrombie boy. His shirt was drying on my computer desk. He offered to help me pick up the Advil but didn't actually move to help. I think I got most of the pills back in the bottle and two for my mouth as I contemplated what I should do next. It wasn't all the time that a hot half-naked guy was waiting for me in my bed when I came home from the bar. But I decided the thing to do would be to grab a pillow and steal a sheet and sleep on the couch. But my bed looked too comfortable and a lot more interesting than the couch. I thought it would be possible for me to just wrap myself up in his arms and fall asleep. I striped down to my bra and panties while he watched. I don't know when I became an exhibitionist. I think he was a little disappointed that I didn't get completely naked. I found that when I lifted the covers up, he was wearing just his boxers. "I don't usually do this but I'm drunk." I said as I climbed into bed next to him. I wrapped his arms around me then set my head on his chest. I didn't fall asleep instantly as planned. I rolled a little until my leg was between his. And I was lying with my stomach on him. I couldn't get to sleep. I tried to for maybe a minute then decided that it would be a good idea to lick his nipple which was right in front of my mouth. I gave up completely on sleeping. I climbed on top of him and kissed him. I felt his hard dick against my stomach. "I don't usually do this I'm drunk." I said. "It's ok." He put his warm hands down the back of my panties and cupped my butt. He tasted like beer still but I can't imagine I tasted any better. With a lot of effort he took of my bra. He sucked my tits like it was the first tits he had ever touched with his lips. He paid a little too much attention to them. We rolled over and he was on top. He put a little too much weight on me but his dick rubbing against my panties made it feel a lot better. He kissed me down from my neck, to my shoulders, down my stomach and to my tits again. After a period with them again he slid his tongue down my stomach. He lightly kissed my thighs and ran his fingers up and down them. My panties were damp when took them off. He tried but he really didn't know what he was doing. I think if he found my clit it would've been ten thousand times better but I had to help him out some. With my fingers I attacked my clit while he licked my lips. "Finger fuck me." He did and together we brought me to an orgasm. I think he was almost as surprised as I was that he was able to make me cum. We both were silent and kind of quiet for a few minutes. I debated what I wanted to do with him. I didn't even know his name. I wanted to fuck him but didn't want to jump into the unknown. With his looks there's no way of knowing how many high school sluts he's fucked. I think he debated how he was going to tell the guys about this night. "Do you want head?" I decided I'd give him head and that would be it for the night. We'd be even. He answered by taking his place on the bed with his dick aimed to the ceiling. I did my best to show him how well college girls gave oral. I ran my fingers through his pubic hair. I took my time teasing him by lick his thighs, then his balls until he almost hit me in the eye with his dick. I put my lips on him and he became rock hard. I let his head in and tasted a little dose of precum. I put him all in my mouth and he went wild. He started thrusting into me and I had to teach him to just relax to enjoy the ride. He didn't take a long time to cum, just about the right amount of time before my jaw got tired. The sour liquid wasn't the worse tasting cum but it was far from the best I had ever tasted. I was ready to end it there. I laid down next to him again. I was ready to go sleep but I wanted more. I climbed on top of him. I teased him. Touching the tip of his dick with my lips then pulling back. After a little of this he tried to push himself in me but I was able to pull far enough away. I was laughing but then I realized I was teasing myself a little too much. I let him put his head into me. It felt so good. I wanted more. I put him into me and he filled me. I fucked him slowly at first. On top of him he had perfect access for my chest. His hands went straight for my tits again. He molded them in his hands. "I'm sorry." I felt him explode into me. We hadn't been going for more than two minutes. "It's ok." I wasn't ready to give up yet. I got back between his thighs and went to work on his half hard dick. Within a minute that I tasted his cum again in my mouth he was hard again. This time, I wanted him to fuck me. There was no teasing this time. He went straight for it. He fucked me the way I imagined an athlete would. He was intense. He was fast paced. He banged my head against the wall and I said "Fuck me harder." He did his best and it was perfect. I felt myself about ready to explode inside. I did and the warm feeling ran through my whole body. I think I was moaning but he kept going making me orgasm even better. When he came he collapsed on top of me, still inside of me. I didn't want to ever let him out. But I did let him out. We went to the bathroom and got some water. We planned to do it again but this time when I hit the bed I was asleep. I woke the door knocked. "It's time to go our you'll miss your bus." My roommates boyfriend announced. He rolled over to look at me. We looked into each other's eyes and I remembered what we had done. "I think I love you." I didn't know how to tell him it really didn't mean much. I didn't even want to be naked anymore in front of him. I let him kiss me once more. Then he climbed out of my bed. I looked at his body as he got dressed and remembered why I let him into me and how he fucked me like an all-star. He left his number with me but I never called. The next fall he did come to my school but he must have not loved me too much because I never saw him again. I heard that he went on to become the leading goal scorer the next season and I like to take some credit in the fact that he led the team to their first division championship in a dozen years. |