Free The Wide Receiver's Baby by Jessica Evans Page A

under my breath. The guy was more than fascinated with the room. He’d pledged to DKE just after me, with one last task to be completed, and by looking at the room which was now filled with men’s cocks, I could see what his last task had been.
“John, man, I’m sorry I had nothing to do with this...” I couldn’t help but laugh. It was pure genius to see that the ‘Queen of the Caribbean’, that was John’s nickname for her, had been replaced by what could only be described as the King of the Caribbean. His cock was fucking huge and I wondered what rag Ben had got all these pictures from. That was when Reg stopped in and said, “Oh man! Looks like someone got pranked. Shit, what you gonna do with all those cocks?”
In a rage, John started taking them down.
“Fuck you guys. This is not funny. I’m going to report it to…” he thought about who he could talk about his little problem. I had visions of him talking to the Dean about it.
It was as if Reg read my mind, “So what you gonna say, John?”
Then he started going into fits of laughter as he continued, and the whole situation cracked me up.  John ranted, “I had tits all over my walls and now I have cocks… dicks bigger than yours or mine. I can’t sleep with that in my face! I need breasts! Big fat juicy breasts!”
We were on the floor laughing. John was in a rage muttering something about it took him months to get the right collection and that is when Steven walked in to see what all the commotion was about. “Cocks!” Then he shook his head and left the room.
John left us in his room, in fits of laughter whilst John was tearing up the cocks as if they were real. He was screaming and ranting about the fact that it would take him all night to get a new collection - or possibly a week. He took out the trash for the first time since we’d arrived, and that was when Reg stopped laughing.
“Shit, maybe we should put cocks on the wall more often. Can’t believe he took out the trash?” “God, that guy’s weird.”
I couldn’t help but ask, “Which one?”
Reg said, “You figure it out.” I looked out the window and there was Trinity, giving me the wink and waving for me to come down. As John came back into his room and started talking about being on the net all night long, I concluded that Reg must have been talking about him. Steve seriously had a dark side to him and I didn’t want to get on the wrong side of it. It was completely different to John, the guy was just weird.
 
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    “Hey, what you doing?” I asked Trinity as I came outside.
“Well, some of the girls are going to Bar. Just wanted to know if you wanted to come too? Or did your girlfriend come? Do you want some quiet time?”
She started to smooch and wrap her hands around her body as if she was taking the mickey out of me. Alexa coming was a big deal and I’d told everyone, including my new study partner Trinity, who I suspected had a little thing for me. Then again, Olivia often accused me of thinking that every woman had a thing for me.
That wasn’t strictly true. I’d seen the expression on Trinity’s face when I’d told her that I was taken and that alone proved to me that I was right.
She was pretty and came from Chicago too, which was probably why she liked hanging out with me. Trinity was perfect girlfriend material - apart from Alexa. She would hang out and play on the Playstation if it was raining outside and she would even go as far as to play one-on-one in basketball which was pretty unusual for a cheer.
“I may just do that. And she couldn’t make it,” the last thing I wanted to do was have a shoulder to cry on. So, she took my arm and led me to Bar. I was happy for the company. The guys at DKE were great to hang out with, but sometimes drinking like a fish 24-7 got to me a bit. Just a little bit. At least with Trinity, I could have a laugh and feel like I was hanging out with the guys.
Just that this particular girl had a killer body,  big boobs