Part 2 of The fraternity party
When we last left our heroine, she was drunk, naked, and had just realized that the man she was in bed with was not the same man she had been in bed with just a short time before. Will she get pissed off and tell this impostor to go take a flying fuck at a rolling donut? Or will she say, “What the hell.this feels to good to stop” and give in to her body’s desires with wild abandonment? Let’s read on and find out.Shall we?
No two men kiss alike. Even in my intoxicated state I could tell the difference. A part of me was really pissed off at them for pulling the switch, but another part of me was too busy enjoying the lips nibbling my neck and the fingers gently pinching my nipples. In the ensuing battle of brain vs. body, my brain won out. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” I yelled, as I pushed him off me, got up, and turned on the lights.
“Please.” He whispered, hoarsely. “I was watching the two of you from the other room. I got so hot that when Robert came out to go to the bathroom, I begged him to let me have a turn. We figured you were too drunk to know the difference. You were obviously enjoying it, so why should we stop?”
