A Drinking Game

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I remember seeing her for the first time. I was in my first week of college, sitting in my new English room at a desk in the back row. I people-watched my new classmates walk in, the same mixture of anxious excitement painted on their faces. I'd seen it in all my classes; these young freshmen were so afraid of starting something new. But then I saw her.

To anybody else, she would have looked just like the rest of the girls walking in. I mean, she was definitely attractive - she had a great body and a pretty face to go with it. But there was something that drew me in and blurred out everyone else in the room. There was something in the way she carried herself, subconsciously swaying her hips as she walked in. I was drawn to her curvy hourglass figure, with her D cup breasts slightly visible through the cleavage in her button up flannel and her skinny, dark blue jeans hugging the soft curves of her legs and wide hips. I just couldn't help but stare at her. God, I sound like a sappy high schooler. I couldn't help it. I was infatuated.

By some amazing stroke of luck, this girl decided to sit at the desk right in front of me. She set her backpack down, looked at me (and saw me staring at her, practically open-mouthed), and flashed me a gorgeous smile before sitting down at the desk. Her long, wavy, blonde hair cascaded down her back and brushed against my desk. I could smell her perfume from my seat and I was even more attracted than I had been when she walked in.

Thankfully, just as I could feel myself start to get a boner, the professor walked in and began class. As much as I tried to focus on the syllabus we were covering, I couldn't help but look back at her hair falling in waves in front of me, or breathe in her intoxicating perfume.

My brain started warning me that something important was happening, so I reluctantly dragged my eyes and my thoughts away from her and directed my attention to what the professor was saying.

"Everyone in here is going to be responsible for getting their work handed in on time," he was saying. "So, I want you all to exchange numbers with someone in this class, so you can text them in case you miss a day and you don't fall behind."

Everyone looked around and started to pass scraps of paper between them. Some of them were handing their phones back and forth, typing their numbers in. The beautiful girl I'd been so amazed by turned around and looked in my eyes.

"Hey," She began. "I'm Sophie. Wanna trade numbers?"

My thoughts whirred around in my head, but I managed to come down to earth. She was younger than me, after all. Why should I lose my cool? I smiled back at her.

"Yeah, that sounds good," I replied. "I'm Damon. Do you have your phone? I can put it in for you."

We exchanged phones and made contacts for each other, then she turned around and class resumed. At the end of class she smiled at me one more time, then left before I did. And that was that. A simple interaction, and all I thought would come of it was a crush and a few stolen looks as she walked out of class, swaying her hips in such a sexy way. I never could have prepared myself for the events that would spiral from that day.

Let me take this break in the story to give you some background on me. My name is Damon, I'm six feet tall, with blue eyes and brown hair, and an athletic body type. People have generally liked me, and I've never had a problem getting girls. After graduating high school, I decided to take a couple years off from school for a bit of soul searching before starting college. At age 21, I now am living in an apartment with my best friend, have a steady job, and am starting school at the local community college. Things are going pretty good! My roommate/best friend is also a musician, so he's out of the apartment a lot, meaning I have the place to myself frequently. When we first got the apartment, I brought girls over ALL the time. I was having sex on at least a weekly basis. Recently though, I've been focused on more important things, so it's been a while.

So yeah, that's me! Getting through life pretty smoothly. Until I met Sophie, that is.

After that first day, we sort of became friends. We would say hi when we saw each other in class, but that's about it. It wasn't until about 3 weeks after we first met that we had a real conversation together. I was sitting in my living room watching tv when I heard my phone go off. I looked over and saw that it was Sophie! With a feeling of curious excitement growing, I read the text:

hey Damon! its Sophie, from English 101. sorry to bother you, my mind was on other things today and I didnt write down the homework. what were we supposed to do?

I took a minute before I answered. I was really excited to talk to her, and I didn't want to sound like an idiot.

hey Sophie! youre not bothering me lol. we had to finish reading that article and take notes on theme. its really quick and easy :)

That sounded stupid. But I didn't realize it sounded stupid until after I hit send. Ugh. Luckily, she didn't realize how stupid it sounded, and she carried on our conversation.

thank you!! i was so stressed. i still havent got home yet, i had a meeting with my advisor and missed my bus. the next one doesn't come for an hour!! :-/

I started feeling worried about her as I read that last line. An hour waiting at the bus stop? It was late at night, and the college wasn't exactly in the best part of town.

an hour??? why dont I come pick you up? youre at the stop on campus right? i can be there in like 15. you shouldnt wait there for an entire hour this late at night!

no no no its okay I wasn't trying to ask for a ride or anything! you don't have to screw up your plans just for me. ill be okay!

plans???? its a Tuesday night. i don't have anything to do anyway! itll be fun! ill be right there.

okay, if youre sure you don't mind!! :)

I was definitely worried about her safety, but that didn't stop me from taking a few minutes before leaving to change and freshen up a bit. As I put different clothes on, I couldn't help but daydream scenarios in my head, generally involving her being so thankful she just couldn't help but come back home with me ... A vivid picture of her ass in a pair of lace panties stopped me for a few seconds, but remembering why I was thinking about her, I grabbed my keys and flew out the door.

I met Sophie right on the edge of campus at the RTS stop. She was alone, and when I honked my horn she jumped right up and ran over to the car. In spite of her "I'm fine" text, she looked pretty scared waiting there on her own. I felt bad for taking so long.

"Hey Sophie!" I exclaimed as she hopped in the car. "How are you?"

She looked relieved, and to my delight, really happy to see me. "I'm good," she said between heavy breaths after running to my car. I couldn't help but glance at her breasts bouncing in her shirt as her chest rose and fell with each pant. "Thank you SO much for this Damon, you're really really sweet. I feel so bad that I dragged you out of your house! But I really appreciate this."

Dragged?? I practically sprinted out of my house, but whatever. "It's not a problem! I'm glad I could help you."

As we drove, we kept chatting about the assignment, then English, the professor, school in general ... It felt so easy to talk to her, and I was glad she lived relatively far away, cuz that meant our conversation could keep going. I found out that she was 18 (as I'd figured), she lived at home with her parents, she was single (yay!!!), and she didn't have many friends at the school. The more we talked, the more I seemed to like her. She was sweet, and intelligent, and god damn GORGEOUS. Everything from the way her long hair fell around her pretty face to the way the button ups she frequently wore showed just a little bit of cleavage, so you got an image of what her boobs would look like. She was HOT.

I'm getting off subject. Finally, we pulled into her driveway. She looked in my eyes, and I looked back.

"Damon ... Thank you so much. I don't know many people who would drop what they're doing to help out someone they don't even know that well. You're really sweet."

I REALLY wanted to lean in and kiss her. But I felt like it was too soon, and I didn't want her to think I only gave her a ride to get some action, especially since that wasn't my motive in the first place.

"Don't worry Sophie, you really didn't inconvenience me. I'm glad I got to know you better." I gave her a big smile. "Come on, I'll walk you to your door."

We got out of the car and walked up to her porch. She stepped up to the door and I stood one step below her on the stairs, so we were about the same height.

"Thank you," she repeated. Then she reached out and hugged me. I could feel her breasts against me, and as I pulled her in tighter they pressed into my toned chest. I could smell her intoxicating perfume and being this close to her was almost too much. I started to get hard in spite of myself.

She held on to me longer than a casual embrace, then finally pulled away (luckily just before my dick got hard enough for her to feel it).

"Good night, Damon," she softly spoke. She gave me one last smile, turned to her door and went inside.

I got home that night with a whole riptide of emotions tearing me apart. I immediately got in bed, pulled out my throbbing dick, and rubbed myself down with thoughts of Sophie in my head, Sophie climbing on top of me, Sophie pulling her pants off to show me her black lace undies, me pulling the top buttons of her flannel undone and her boobs popping out, pulling her panties to the side and sliding my dick into her wet pussy, hearing her moan and pant while I fucked her ...

I felt my dick pulse, and cum spurted into my blanket. It was such a powerful orgasm, one I hadn't felt in a long time, but surprisingly, I didn't stop thinking about her after I came. Instead, I pictured us laying together, her snuggling up against my chest, and her delicious perfume mingling with the scent of our sex. I wanted her. And I also wanted to be with her.

After our car ride together, Sophie and I became good friends. We talked every day when we saw each other in class, and most days I would walk her to her next class after English. It really felt like we were both in high school, like we both had crushes on each other but were afraid to say anything. I loved talking to her, so I always looked forward to walking her to class. Besides, her room was up two separate flights of stairs, which meant I'd usually get a few good peeks at her sexy ass as she worked it up the steps.

So that was our relationship. Pretty much based in school, but occasionally we'd text as well. I stole a ton of peeks at her body, and I'm sure she caught me looking a few times, but never said anything. Oh, and we hugged each other A LOT, and every time we did I'd feel blood rushing to my cock. Thankfully she never caught on, but it just made me more inclined to steal glances at her ass and her cleavage. Everything stayed all fantasies in my head for about a month, and then ...

I was driving home from the store on a bitter November night. My roommate was out of town for the weekend doing a gig, so I had the place to myself. As I drove, I noticed someone walking. I didn't recognize them at first, but as I got closer there was no mistaking that wave of beautiful blonde hair.

Sophie. Sophie was walking down the street at 11 o'clock p.m. on a freezing November night, only wearing one of her button ups, not a coat or hat or gloves or anything. I pulled up.

"Hey," I called out. "Need a ride?"

She looked over, looking extremely anxious. Then seeing it was me, she broke into a smile of relief and stepped into the car.

Right away, I could tell something was wrong. Her eyes were red and puffy, and she wiped at them with her sleeve before she reached over and pulled me into a hug. It wasn't one of our normal hugs tho; this was her reaching out for me, looking for comfort. I held her in my arms for a minute, waiting for her to pull away. We stayed there for a long time, then she finally let go and fell back into her seat. I took my foot off the brake and began driving.

"Damon. I'm so happy to see you."

I could tell she really meant it. She never took her eyes away from me as she said it.

"Sophie, what happened? Are you okay? What are you doing out here so late?"

"I was home," she began. "Me and my dad got in this huge fight. He gets really angry over little things ... He just ... He was yelling at me, and I started yelling back, and then ... Things got ... I just didn't feel safe. I just ... Ran out."

I reade between the lines to piece together what had happened in my mind, and rage started to well up inside me. Nobody was gonna put their hands on this precious girl. I wasn't gonna let some old man with anger issues hurt her.

"Sophie, I'm not letting you be out on the streets and I don't think it's a good idea for you to go back to your house. Will you come spend the night at my place? I have an extra room if you want, or you can stay on the couch. Whatever you want."

I was looking at the road as I said it, but I could feel relief sweep over her and saw her lips curl into a smile out of my peripheral. She sniffed and wiped her eyes on her sleeve again.

"Are you sure it wouldn't be a problem?"

"Not at all."

She leaned over and hugged me, tight. I felt her boobs squishing into my side. When she let go this time, however, she left her head resting on my shoulder. Her proximity to me, as well as that now familiar smell of her perfume, sent crashing waves of excitement coursing through my body.

"I'm so lucky, Damon. You're like my knight in shining armor. Always there to save me."

I didn't say anything, but I didn't feel like I had to. We drove the rest of the way in companionable silence, her head on my shoulder and her hands in my lap.

"Well, this is it. Make yourself cozy." I shut the door behind us as she looked around my apartment. She looked around the living room at the couch, the tv, the posters of bands my roommate had performed with. I was overwhelmingly glad that our apartment wasn't a disaster.

She looked back at me and I didn't really know what to say. I paused for a moment, then said the only thing I could think of.

"You've had a rough night. Do you want a drink?"

"Sure," she casually said. "But not too much; I get crazy when I'm drunk."

I laughed and shook my head, unable to picture her being anything but a quiet, sweet schoolgirl. She sat on my couch as I went to the kitchen to grab a bottle of captain Morgan and two shot glasses.

I came back out to find her sitting up on my couch, back straight, hands on her knees. She looked afraid to lean back, as if I might get mad. I laughed at her.

"What?" She asked, smiling in a confused sort of way.

"It's okay to be comfortable," I teased her. "Lean back! It's a comfy couch. You'll love it."

She did. I sat down next to her, set the shot glasses down on our coffee table, filled them up and handed her one.

"Cheers," I said. And we drank.

And we drank another one.

And another one.

We weren't really saying much, but after we'd done a fair amount of shots, I noticed a change in her demeanor. She started to laugh after every shot, she was bouncing around on the couch cushion, and her eyes had a glow in them, like she was losing her inhibitions. As we threw back the next shot, I saw the uppermost button on her flannel pop open. Immediately, my eyes darted to her now exposed cleavage. Her boobs were so perfect! Round and bouncy and -

"I seeee youuuu!! Hahaha!"

Shit.

This was definitely a problem. I started laughing anyway.

"See me what? Hahaha!"

"I see you peeking, silly! I've seen you before! Haha. It's okay, I kinda like it when you check me out."

After she said that, she stood up, swayed, steadied herself, put her arms over her head, and spun in a full circle for me. I watched her perfect boobs bounce, more exposed than I'd ever seen them, and when her back was to me I stared at her firm, round ass as it turned around.

"Do you like looking at my body, Damon?" She asked me. "Do you like what you see?

Fuck yes.

"Fuck yes." It just came out. I was pretty buzzed too. "Sophie, you are so damn hot!!!"

She blushed, laughed, and smiled at me. She took a step towards me.

"I really like you, Damon."

Then she climbed on top of me on the couch, straddling me, and kissed me.

Her lips were so soft. I let my hands wander up and down her body, feeling her soft curves. I barely had time to get used to her lips against mine before she pushed her tongue into my mouth. Her smell overwhelmed my senses and I felt my cock spring up, raging hard. I know that she felt it against her crotch, cuz at that moment she started to hump me, grinding her pussy against my rock hard erection.

My boundaries were gone. I had a lot of alcohol in me, yes, but I also had a sexy girl in my lap that I really liked, and she was driving me over the edge. I ran my hands down her back, around to her stomach, slid them up her shirt to feel her abdomen, then lifted them up and grabbed her boobs.

Her breasts were so full and firm. They filled my hands completely. Sophie broke her lips away from mine and started panting as she humped me. I reached up with my hands, grabbed hold of the collar of her shirt, and pulled in opposite directions. The top buttons of her flannel popped open and I could could completely see her boobs, bouncing as Sophie ground her pussy against me.

I grabbed the back of her head with one of my hands and pulled her close to me so I could kiss her neck. I heard her moaning as I made my way down, kissing the side of her neck, then down to her throat, then down her cleavage, finally pulling one of her tits out of her bra and sucking on it. She gasped as her hard nipple entered my mouth and I flicked it with my tongue. My hands continued to wander all over her body as I pulled her other breast out and repeated the process. She stopped humping me and kissed me again, and I felt her warm tongue enter my mouth. She pulled away and looked into my eyes with lust.

"I want you."

My dick got harder than it had ever been when she said that. She was so fuckin hot, with her boobs out and her flannel shirt loosely hanging off her shoulders, her pussy against my throbbing erection and her blonde hair messy from my hands, framing her gorgeous face with those hungry, lustful eyes. I wanted her, too. Bad.

I held her in my arms, stood up, and carried her to my room. She wrapped her legs around my waist and held her arms around my neck. We made out as I stumbled into my bedroom, and set her down right near the bed.

I quickly got on my knees and unbuckled her jeans. As I pulled them down, I ran my hands all over her smooth, sexy legs, occasionally kissing them. She stepped out of her pants, kicked her socks off, and I threw her onto the bed and climbed on top of her.

She spread her legs for me, and I supported myself on top of her. I grabbed the open part of her shirt and pulled hard, and the rest of the buttons ripped apart, revealing her sexy tummy to me. She reached down and undid my pants, and pulled them down with my boxers. My cock sprang forward, and she took it in her hands.