Free Smut Til You Drop by T.J. Holland Page A

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I got off, it turned the other on so much that the cycle was pretty
much unending. Eventually we were out of condoms and out of energy.
John and Mark had gone home and Megan and I passed out. In the
morning, we found ourselves happy to done with finals, done with
responsibility and done with Mark and John. Lucky for me, we
weren’t quite done with each other.
     
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    Looking To
Party
    College Daze: Volume Six
     
    Now anyone from Southern California knows
that the place to go to blow off some steam after finals are over
is Vegas. If you’re not yet 21, you buy or borrow a fake ID and hit
the I-15 with whatever cash you can get for your textbooks and hope
lady luck is on your
side.           
    My sophomore year was a tough one. The
classes were not all that difficult but the professors I was stuck
with were a group of pompous jackasses who the university had on
staff because they are frequently published and bring notoriety;
being able to present new material in a way students could
understand didn’t appear to be a factor at all in their hiring
decisions. So by the time winter break rolled around, I had
squeaked by, barely passed my classes and was thrilled to know
which names to avoid like the plague when registering in the
future. I was also desperate for some mind-blowing, carefree
fun!         
    Thankfully, my friend Tiffany was always up
for Vegas, mostly because she was always up for something crazy.
She was the only girl I knew who didn’t care who she slept with,
men, women, or both. As long as the person or persons were good
looking with a great body she would go home with them, or to the
car, or even to the restroom for a good fuck. Me, I’d have to be
really drunk to even consider having sex in a public place, but
Tiffany was good for that too. She could drink most people under
the table without even trying. She was the perfect person to call
to forget all about the last semester, within a day, I’d be good as
new, or better.        
    Tiffany was gorgeous. She had black hair,
dark skin, firm, perky breasts and an ass that looked way too good
in a short skirt. She and I had become friends back when we were
cocktail waitresses, me to pay for college and her until she found
the rich sugar daddy she was waiting for. She’d met quite a few
loaded guys over the years, but most were married which meant that
while she was busy occasionally, most of her weekends were
free.           
    I had booked us a room at the MGM but one
look at Tiffany and the front desk manager bumped us up to a suite
and send up a complementary bottle of champagne. Somehow Tiff got
the room service guy to switch it out for a bottle of tequila, my
favorite, and a bottle of Jack, which was hers. We were doing shots
before we even got out of our heels. I needed to get drunk and even
more, I needed to get some. Tiffany and I would find our way to the
bar and hook up with a couple of muscle-bound guys soon enough but
I was ready to get this party started. The suite had a Jacuzzi tub
which was a perfect way to get naked without feeling too weird
about hitting on a girl. After all, chicks are not usually my
preference but at that moment, I just needed to get off, at least
once, and Tiffany was looking more and more like the person for the
job.           
    I grabbed my bottle of tequila which was
rapidly disappearing and headed to the bathroom. I started the
giant tub and came back out to the wet bar. “I’m getting wet,” I
said, a little smile tickling my lips. Then I turned around and
took my top off as I slowly walked back toward the bathroom. Before
I got there, my bra was also tossed on the floor. Now, Tiffany is a
little slow in a lot of ways but sex isn’t one of them.
    She grabbed her bottle and began to follow
my trail of clothing. She watched me slip out of my skirt and thong
and into the tub. She leaned against the doorway and just watched
for a minute. My body isn’t quite