The boy next Door.
freshman yea
graduation parties. The three key ingredients for a kickass party are present-scantily clad chicks, plenty of free-flowing booze, and last but not least, parents conspicuously absent from the festivities. Never let it
ircling like sharks, waiting for an opportunity to home in on the action. Delicate hands stroke over my bare chest. An
r college next month. This is a carefully curated group I've trained
ne-I don't do
you can parley a one-night stand into a bone fide relationship, you've got t
morning. As long as everyone walks away feeling good at the end of the night, there's no reason
ngy chicks ne
umber
oice purrs in my ear
rite over the years. Pretty face. Banging body. And has de
t elusive tri
n the action as she presses her sweet titties agains
er a threesome
ple
der to try and say that you were under the impression we were exclusi
a flash of long blond hair from the corner of my eye. Before I can sto
e goes whip
a Wil
ell is she
dragging through the crowd like a ragdoll. By the stubborn set of Mia's jaw, my guess is that her bestie wasn't given much of a choice in regard to making an appearance. She look
ibly
deas on the matter. Even now, it's stirring in my boardshorts with interest, trying to rise to the occasion. Unfortunately for me, Alyss
a girl who knows what she wants and goes after it with
that is
also attending Wesley University this fall. At least there are ten thousand students on campus. With any luc
a of drunken classmates before locking on mine. I steel myself for that little zip of electricity to
of her is enoug
o accidently graze my wood with her fingers before making a
t my state of arousal ha
probably wouldn'
my head until I have no choice but to rip my gaze away from Alyssa. Once I meet
rtunately, that's no longer the case. As much as I wish it were othe
ing to shake these chicks off as my gaze fastens on Alys
attachments. When I fuck, I don't want to feel anything. I'
rent with her. Which is exactly why I
, I dissect her one
l is it abou
ure out that conundrum than I'm co
es than not, lit up with mischief and laughter. I'll be honest, she's not my usual type. I like a big booty and nic
beau
ring, they add extensions, fake lashes, and have learned to apply influencer-level ma
but it's been there since I can remember. We're talking way back in middle school when I first
a. She was too d
bably bett
her sights locked on me and sh
ave a feeling it would be nothing short of amazing. The attraction between us has always been combustible. It sputters and sparks to life whenever we're in the same room togethe
hoves her way through the thick sea of half-naked bodi
but tha
s no bones ab
ibcage. As much as I want to run and hide to protect myself, I'm
own the same track, destined for a head-o
onders if I
myself. The closer she gets, the more I feel
ey
unette's direction as she stumbles. Nope,
'll regret it in the morning and y
s a look of challenge enters her eyes. I straighten to my full height which is a good ten
us and the boisterous voices fade, I know
u