her the right man this time! With a deep breath, she opened her eyes and glanced at the clock. Time to hit that sorority party.
Two hours later she was three massive drinks in and dancing with college kids. Maybe she should have felt embarrassed or foolish, but it was easy to connect with that part of her yearning for the freedom of young adulthood. Shaking her ass, she looked back and saw a frat boy kneeling behind her.
She moved away because she didn’t need him to see she had nothing on underneath that skirt. College guys were wild. A few had asked her to come back to their rooms and have sex. Things hadn’t been quite that blunt when she was a senior in high school.
She found the sorority president and sat down next to the tiny brunette on an old sofa. A small group of hunky men stared at her, and for a split second, Minny wanted to leave. She crossed her legs tightly. The idea was to have fun, not sleep with nineteen-year-olds.
“Time for the contest?” Minny asked.
“Oh, right. Better do it now before we get too drunk.” The coed set her drink down and picked up a mallet.
The echo of the gong made Minny cover her ears. That’d give her a headache, but she’d shake it off. She was going to win that wet T-shirt contest just as she should’ve when she was eighteen. Her breasts were still good! Hopefully the frat boys judging picked her. Then she could head back to her apartment which was, thankfully, within walking distance from the school. She wanted to see if anyone replied to her blog post, even though it was probably too soon.
“Line up, ladies! Wet T-shirt time!” The president of the sorority held up a trophy which was really a Marilyn Monroe doll on a platform.
Minny stood last in line on the back deck and sized up the competition. A few girls were betting on perk, not size. Some of them clearly had implants. A couple girls had the genuine goods. Minny reached up and unhooked her bra and slid it off. A few men whistled. She arched her back and stood with confidence. In her sub play, she’d strutted totally naked for doms; this was nothing.
The men suddenly appeared behind the women. Each guy had a pitcher of water in either hand. The president counted down from three and Minny closed her eyes. The rush of cold water made her gasp and stick her tits out even more. Her pussy grew wet on its own, and her nipples puckered.
Everyone cheered, and the men came around to inspect the women. Some were drunk and flirty. Others stared and stopped just short of touching. Minny looked each of them in the eyes and smiled. She half-expected to see erections popping up from all of them, but the men huddled up quickly to tally their votes.
One man whispered to the sorority president. Then she said, “We have a winner. Minny!”
The applause gave Minny that attention and ego fix for a moment, and she waved at them. The jiggle in her chest made the men hoot and holler.
“Take it off!” One of the drunken guys yelled.
Instead, she quickly slid on the bra. The lace and her nipples showed through the drenched, white cotton shirt that was deliberately thin. “My prize, please.” Minny took the trophy.
“Minny! Minny! Minny!” They chanted as she walked through the house and out the front door, wagging her ass, so they saw both sides of her great curves.
The night air gave her a chill, but luckily she didn’t have to pass any of the education buildings on the way to her apartment. She crossed her arms over her chest to draw less attention and prayed none of the faculty happened by. The danger of being caught thrilled her, but she liked her job. The students liked her and had no reason to turn her in so as long as she could avoid the faculty finding out, she felt more or less safe.
A group of guys sat around a bench with a few laptops between them. Stealing campus Wi-Fi? Hacking their grades? She kept on walking, pretending she hadn’t even seen them. They hadn’t noticed her. Every time she did
Two hours later she was three massive drinks in and dancing with college kids. Maybe she should have felt embarrassed or foolish, but it was easy to connect with that part of her yearning for the freedom of young adulthood. Shaking her ass, she looked back and saw a frat boy kneeling behind her.
She moved away because she didn’t need him to see she had nothing on underneath that skirt. College guys were wild. A few had asked her to come back to their rooms and have sex. Things hadn’t been quite that blunt when she was a senior in high school.
She found the sorority president and sat down next to the tiny brunette on an old sofa. A small group of hunky men stared at her, and for a split second, Minny wanted to leave. She crossed her legs tightly. The idea was to have fun, not sleep with nineteen-year-olds.
“Time for the contest?” Minny asked.
“Oh, right. Better do it now before we get too drunk.” The coed set her drink down and picked up a mallet.
The echo of the gong made Minny cover her ears. That’d give her a headache, but she’d shake it off. She was going to win that wet T-shirt contest just as she should’ve when she was eighteen. Her breasts were still good! Hopefully the frat boys judging picked her. Then she could head back to her apartment which was, thankfully, within walking distance from the school. She wanted to see if anyone replied to her blog post, even though it was probably too soon.
“Line up, ladies! Wet T-shirt time!” The president of the sorority held up a trophy which was really a Marilyn Monroe doll on a platform.
Minny stood last in line on the back deck and sized up the competition. A few girls were betting on perk, not size. Some of them clearly had implants. A couple girls had the genuine goods. Minny reached up and unhooked her bra and slid it off. A few men whistled. She arched her back and stood with confidence. In her sub play, she’d strutted totally naked for doms; this was nothing.
The men suddenly appeared behind the women. Each guy had a pitcher of water in either hand. The president counted down from three and Minny closed her eyes. The rush of cold water made her gasp and stick her tits out even more. Her pussy grew wet on its own, and her nipples puckered.
Everyone cheered, and the men came around to inspect the women. Some were drunk and flirty. Others stared and stopped just short of touching. Minny looked each of them in the eyes and smiled. She half-expected to see erections popping up from all of them, but the men huddled up quickly to tally their votes.
One man whispered to the sorority president. Then she said, “We have a winner. Minny!”
The applause gave Minny that attention and ego fix for a moment, and she waved at them. The jiggle in her chest made the men hoot and holler.
“Take it off!” One of the drunken guys yelled.
Instead, she quickly slid on the bra. The lace and her nipples showed through the drenched, white cotton shirt that was deliberately thin. “My prize, please.” Minny took the trophy.
“Minny! Minny! Minny!” They chanted as she walked through the house and out the front door, wagging her ass, so they saw both sides of her great curves.
The night air gave her a chill, but luckily she didn’t have to pass any of the education buildings on the way to her apartment. She crossed her arms over her chest to draw less attention and prayed none of the faculty happened by. The danger of being caught thrilled her, but she liked her job. The students liked her and had no reason to turn her in so as long as she could avoid the faculty finding out, she felt more or less safe.
A group of guys sat around a bench with a few laptops between them. Stealing campus Wi-Fi? Hacking their grades? She kept on walking, pretending she hadn’t even seen them. They hadn’t noticed her. Every time she did
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