The crew I rolled with didn’t allow you to not have a drink in your hand. If you weren’t drinking and you were part of this group, you were automatically labeled soft somehow. I headed to the bar for another drink, a captain and coke of reality course. Walking back to the dance floor I found my boys again and this time they were finally in a different spot on the floor. We talk a little shit about each others outfits to loosen up and make us laugh and have a good time. After being made fun of for my shoes I look at them, laugh and look up and there is that same redheaded chick looking at me. Now i'm thinking someone is fucking with me trying to set me up for a joke or this chick really likes what she sees. I mean I thought I was good looking, I was somewhat of a short stocky muscular guy that was well dressed with a fresh haircut. But cmon’, even on my best dressed nights I’d never gotten eye contact like this, it was ridiculous. I count to 3 and tell myself fuck it and I started walking her way. She was definitely a bad bitch, most of the women in the club had on slutty dresses with heels but not her. She was wearing basic dark jeans with clean white shoes and a regular black womens v neck. She college was still sexy though, she wasn’t even trying and she was fitting right in with the women who had high heels on with leg and cleavage showing. The closer I got the more beautiful she became, she had dark red hair with cute freckles on her face. The moment of truth is now upon me, I’m right up on her and I lean in to whisper in teen her ear. I speak, “what's up with all that eye contact, you like what you see?”. Giggling she replies, “You could say that, you are good looking and muscular, are you an athlete?”. I told the truth, “yes I play college ball at a small university a little under amateur an hour from here.” She asks me for a little bit more detail on the sport I played and which position I was blonde at. Then I questioned her a little bit. I say, I hope you found my story interesting and feel free to comment. I asked to see them. I climbed on with her and pulled her back into my arms, cupping one breast as my mouth again fastened to her’s. I kissed her for a long time, letting my hands explore her body. His studies were going well. I heard her gasp as she suddenly caught sight of Barkley’s ominous horse prick. “my blonde mom is actually a friend of your moms she asked me to drop off a receipt, your mom went to the bathroom”. Another though struck her and she left his underwear and amateur instead returned to slowly tease college him. My sister moaned in delight, her back arching. A little drop the had immunized her from its teen magic. There were only a reality few people huddled in corners, enjoying a cigarette. causing my boxers to appear.