Tommy

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Holy shit, that chick was hot!

And the look on her face when she saw the monster between my legs? Priceless!

I’m surprised it didn’t work on her though. Most girls throw themselves at me, especially when they find out who I am. But she didn’t even seem to react when I told her what my name was. Is it possible she doesn’t know who the great Tommy Mason is?

It was adorable watching her try to hide the fact that she was checking me out. I think she gave me the eye more than I did her – which I guess is fair considering she was wrapped in a towel and I was holding mine in my hand.

But I could tell she had something going on underneath there. She had some cleavage going and I bet she’s got a great pair of tits under there – at least C cups. And when she beat feet away from me, I could see her ass jiggle in a way that let me know she’s got something going on there that would look great from behind with her face in the pillow and her ass up with my hands wrapped around her hips.

I was ready to grab her and fuck her up against the wall in the shower right there. I’d wrap my hand in that long brown hair and pull her head back, stick my tongue in her mouth and fuck her so hard that she wouldn’t walk right tomorrow.

I saw her cheeks get red when she saw my cock growing. There was no way I was going to be able to control that. I’m a young, hot-blooded male, for fuck’s sake! When I see a chick that I want, my body reacts. And I bet hers was too…

She’d obviously just finished moving in and was sweaty. I got a whiff of her as she turned to escape, and it drove me wild. It was a mix of just a little bit of perfume and her natural scent, and I could breathe that in for hours. In fact, I’d want to fuck her in the shower stall with the water off for a while so I could get her smell in my nose and breathe her all in. I bet she smells good down there too.

When I see a girl I like – I want to devour her. But I don’t go down on every girl. No way, Jose. That’s just not a way to live your life. Not with how many girls I go through. Wrap it and tap it and move on. Don’t go down on randoms and don’t cum inside them. But for some reason, that girl has me wondering what she smells and tastes like down there.

I lick my lips as another girl comes around the corner.

“Oh, shit!” She blurts out as she sees me standing there, still naked. “Tommy Mason!? You live on my floor!?”

“That’s me, sweetheart,” I grin.

“Fuck! Your dick is huge!”

This one’s not shy. She looks like a party girl, the kind who would do a keg stand then fuck you in the back room on a dirty mattress. Any other time I’d grab her ass, carry her down the hall to my room, slide on a Magnum and rock her world. And she’d go for it, I can tell. But that other girl’s got my head spinning right now, and this one will have to wait.

“Tell me something I don’t know,” I say, being a cocky little shit as I wrap my towel around my waist. I brush past her, but she makes no move to get out of my way. I feel her tits against my arm as I round the corner. She shouts after me as I step out.

“I’m room 314!”

“Gotcha,” I shout over my shoulder. Maybe I’ll hit it – maybe not. I mean, obviously I’m not burning any bridges here by not giving her the time of day. But to be honest, I’m a little over the sluts that throw themselves at you. I need a challenge, and it seems like this new girl might be just that.

What’s her name?

She wouldn’t tell me. Well – not that she wouldn’t, she just didn’t have a chance to. Did she know she was blushing redder than a tomato? She must. So cute. I wonder what her orgasm face looks like.

I step into the hall and look in both directions. I’m pretty sure she doesn’t live on my side of the hall. Most of those rooms are already moved in, so she must be on the other end. I could go door to door and knock, I suppose, but just as I’m contemplating my options, I hear Joey’s voice behind me.

“Ayo, Tommy! Let’s go already!? The fuck’s the problem!?”

Joey’s ready to get to the party down at Dover House. It’s a wild fucking spot off campus that I can’t believe anyone actually lives in. Basically, it’s a row of shitty condos where people party every single night. And I’m not talking about your average dorm party with a few drinks and your buddies.

I’m talking about wild, wild shit you think only goes down in movies. People fucking on the dance floor, people blacked out on the lawn in the morning, fights, people stripping down and running around out of their minds on drugs. The place is notorious for being a madhouse around the clock, and why anyone would ever choose to live there is a mystery. Most of them must not make it through all four years.

I turn to see Joey all ready to go, wearing an American flag tank top, a pair of UCONN shorts and a pair of his beloved high-top sneakers that match his shirt. The guy’s a total sneakerhead. I’ve never understood the fascination with having a thousand pairs of the same shoe in every color imaginable, but to each their own.

“You all set?” I ask, already knowing the answer.

“Yeah, man,” he grins, rubbing his hands together. “Time to go on the pussy prowl!”

I laugh, shaking my head, and head to my room. Joey was my roommate last year, and we got along so well we decided to do it again. He’s also power forward on the team, which makes things easy. I’m shooting guard, and the star of the show, but Joey’s a monster in his own right too. He may not be hitting buzzer beaters like me, but he’s still a baller. I’m pretty much a shoe-in for the pros, but if Joey keeps improving the way he has been, he’ll be right there with me – Hell, maybe we’ll end up on the same team.

It’s blowing my mind she didn’t react when she heard my name. Everyone on campus knows me. I mean, UCONN basketball’s a big deal, and I’m the biggest deal on the team. How could she not know me? But if she doesn’t…that will make this even more of a challenge, and I like challenges.

I toss my towel and slide into an outfit similar to Joey’s but a little less douchebag. UCONN tank, a pair of cargos and a pair of less outrageous sneakers. I debate on wearing my aviators for a second, but even for me it’s a little bit douche wearing sunglasses when it’s getting dark out.

“You know that girl Cindy from last year?” Joey says as we head for the stairs. “The one with the fat ass but no tits?”

I pretend like I’m interested and thinking about what he said, but really I’m just picturing what that girl looks like under that towel.

“Uh, yeah,” I mutter as we head down the stairwell that stinks of stale beer and body odor.

“Bro! She got a boob job. Double fucking Ds, dude!”

Joey sounds absolutely thrilled. I’ve never been a big fan of fake tits. I mean, if a girl’s got nothing and she wants to get a little going, that’s fine. But these bimbos that strut around with big watermelons bolted onto their chests…it’s just too much. How am I supposed to slide my dick in between them when they’re hard as a baseball and sitting right below the girl’s armpits?

“Yeah? They look good?” I ask him as we step out the side door into the parking lot.

“I don’t know, man!” Joey cackles. “Haven’t seen ‘em in person yet. But I plan to tonight.”

We cross the lot and filter in with a small crowd of mostly freshman who are heading for Dover House. I can already smell the booze on them and feel the excitement in the air. A group of girls start giggling when they see me and realize who I am.

“Is that who I think it is?” One of them whispers, loudly enough that I can still hear her.

“That’s Tommy Mason!” Her friend replies.

“That’s what I thought!?”

“Fuck, he’s so hot!”

“I know, right?”

They know I can hear them. That’s their way of throwing their hat in the ring for tonight without actually having to approach me. Being a guy like me, you end up seeing all the games girls play to try and get you to pay attention to them. But right now, my mind isn’t on which one, or two of them I could take home tonight. It’s on that innocent, blushing girl from the bathroom earlier and what she looks like without that towel.

Fuck. I don’t even know her name!