24-12-2018, 12:24 PM
Not knowing what else to say, he said honestly, "I guess I figure I have to work harder at it."
Jen tilted her head at that, looking at him. She knew what he was getting at, but didn't agree. Okay, yeah, he didn't have the best beach body, and wasn't well endowed. But he was the kindest and sweetest guy she'd ever met. And could eat pussy like nobody's business!
She gave him a big smile. "You're just so cute, you know?" she said, and snuggled into him. They didn't do it again that night, but they snuggled for a long time.
The next day Mike anxiously approached Jen's sorority house. They were having a pre-football party, and then they'd all go together to Beaver Stadium. He knew he was late. Oh well.
The place was packed. Mike hardly knew anyone. He walked through the crowd but couldn't find Jen. Then he heard a voice behind him, "Looking for Jenny?"
He turned and saw it was Allie O'Malley. A lot of guys who wanted to get into her pants called her Allie Oh-la-la (Allie O for short). Mike knew Allie and Jen were best friends which made sense because they were by far the hottest girls on campus (probably the entire state). "She's over there," Allie said motioning to the next room. Then she turned back to her friends as if he didn't exist. "Real nice," Mike thought.
In the next room Mike found Jen surrounded by a group of guys. She was wearing a soft cashmere sweater, short skirt, tights and flats. The off-white sweater was snug and molded itself around her breasts, and the skirt showed off most of her long shapely legs. She seemed a bit overdressed for a football game. In fact, he noticed everyone was dressed up, some of the guys even wearing jackets. But then, these were the populars, the Beautiful People. To them, going to Beaver Stadium was like going to their country club.
She wasn't just talking to the guys, she was flirting with them. She'd looked into a guy's eyes as he said something to her, giving him all her attention like he was the only person in the world. She'd laugh whenever he told a joke, no matter how dumb. When she said something, she'd touch his hand or arm when making a point, and sometimes got close and whispered things in his ear.
The guys were ogling her, stealing glances at her tits, her legs, her ass. Mike suddenly realized he could see Jen's nipples outlined in the sweater! She wasn't wearing a bra?
Mike found himself intensely jealous. She was supposed to be HIS date, and here she was flirting outrageously with a group of guys. He suddenly realized something else. He was rock hard. Watching Jen flirt with all these guys was turning him on.
Jen looked his way and saw him. Her face broke out in a big smile and she came to him. "Hey baby," she said, getting up on her tiptoes and kissing him. She grinned. "Fashionably late, huh?" Out of the corner of his eye he saw the guys she just left staring at her ass and legs.
Jen took Mike's arm and led him away. "I want to show you my room," she said.
On the way Jen picked up two beers. Then she led him upstairs to her room. He looked around. He was surprised to find her room a mess. "I room with Allie," she said. "We're kinda slobs." She handed him the beer. "You don't drink much do you?" she asked.
"Sometimes," Mike said. In fact he didn't drink a lot, but didn't want to come across as even more of a nerd.
"I know you don't like being around my friends," she said rubbing his arm encouragingly. "I don't blame you, some of them are jerks." She handed him the beer. "Drink that and you'll feel better." She laughed and took a sip of hers. "It always helps me deal with them."
"Okay," he said laughing back. He took a drink. He instantly felt more comfortable, even without the beer.
She leaned into him. "I'm glad you're going to the game with me," she said. Mike smelled the alcohol on her breath and realized she was already tipsy.
"I feel under dressed," he laughed nervously.
"It's kind of a competition," she explained, leaning into him more so he sat on the bed. She sat on his lap, straddling his legs. "You know, who can dress the best but still look casual. Don't worry about it. Just stay the way you are."
"Okay," Mike said.
Jen put her arms around Mike's neck and got so close their lips almost touched. "I mean it," she whispered. "Stay the way you are, okay?"
"Okay," Mike said, breathing hard. They kissed and made out. His hands moved to her legs. When she'd straddled him her skirt had risen almost to her ass. He ran his hands up and down her thighs. She was wearing off-white cotton cable tights, and his fingertips traced the soft ribbing. His hands moved to her behind and he squeezed and fondled her tight shapely ass.
Jen moaned at his caresses. She rolled her head back as he kissed up her neck. Mike reached under the sweater and felt silky material. She was wearing a chemise instead of a bra! That was why her nipples showed!
"Like it?" she whispered in his ear. "I wore it for you."
"Yeah," he choked out, his voice hoarse with excitement. She wore it for him! He moved his hand up and cupped her breast. The chemise was so silky shear it was like touching bare skin. He fondled her and rolled her nipple, making her moan again.
"We have to stop," she whispered in his ear. "Later," she added. Then with a giggle she flicked her tongue in his ear.
A bolt of intense painful pleasure shot through him. He never realized his ear was so sensitive. His body shuddered.
Jen gave him a knowing look, then giggled sweetly like a mischievous school girl. "Wet willy," she said with another giggle, leaning into him and hugging his neck. They kissed again, but before they got going again Jen gently pulled away and said "We really need to stop, everyone will be heading over soon. I don't wanna miss kick-off."
The football game was a blur for Mike, especially as he drank more. Jen was a social butterfly, talking and laughing with everyone. Mostly she talked to guys, but that was because they were always approaching and surrounding her. It wasn't so cold that people wore coats, but it was cold enough to keep Jen's nipples constantly hard. Mike noticed all the guys ogling her chest.
More than once he saw guys grab her ass. One guy even tried to reach up under her skirt. Jen didn't seem to notice, or mind. If a guy got too frisky she'd push his hand away, but she wouldn't get mad. Mike realized she must be used to getting hit on all the time. He felt jealous, like at her sorority house earlier. Like a butterfly, she'd flit in and flirt with a guy for a few moments, then move to another guy and flirt with him for a little bit. Mike wondered if she even knew how flirty she was being. Maybe this was why she was so popular.
As before, Mike got aroused watching Jen flirt with all the guys. He was bothered and confused by his excitement and tried to push it away.
It's funny what sticks in your mind. Sometimes Jen reached up on her tiptoes to whisper into a guy's ear. Doing so made her great legs look even better, like wearing high heels. And extending on her tiptoes made her feet arched out of her flats so you could see underneath her feet. Mike loved seeing that.
Jen always had a beer in her hand and was getting more and more tipsy. But she managed to keep up with the game and, in fact, she seemed more into the football game than just about anybody else. She squealed when Colin threw for a 50 yard touchdown pass, a perfect spiral that hit his receiver right in the hands. Next possession, the pocket broke down and Colin ran for a 75 yard touchdown. The crowd went wild.
"Isn't Colin freaking amazing!" Jen squealed gleefully to Mike. She was too tipsy to notice him frown at that. Begrudgingly, Mike admitted to himself that Colin was a pretty amazing quarterback. He was built like a linebacker, threw 75 yard perfect spirals and ran like a gazelle. There was no doubt he'd be an early first round draft choice, maybe even the top pick.
Each time Colin made a great play, people congratulated Jen. Mike realized people still treated her like Colin's girlfriend. Maybe they didn't know she'd broken up with Colin, and was with him now. Or maybe they figured he was just temporary and she'd soon be back with Colin.
Mike wondered if that was true. Why, really, was she even going out with him? Why wasn't she still with Colin? He was handsome and dynamic, and he'd soon me an NFL starting quarterback making millions of dollars a year.
Mike felt out of place. He didn't belong here, these weren't his people. He'd leave, except he felt an obligation to get Jen home safely. She was drinking a lot and he didn't trust the guys around her, the way they were looking her up and down and feeling her up. But he felt like an outsider, his melancholy increased by the beers he was drinking.
Colin threw for another touchdown and again the crowd went wild. Penn State was crushing Michigan State. He was happy for the team, but his heart sank as he saw Jen high fiving all her friends and gush about how wonderful Colin was.
Mike turned away. As he sometimes did, he withdrew into himself. He thought about his stock market program. It was kinda cool. It scbangd the internet for a lot of information, and then it used that information to model the stock market. His program predicted what the market would do tomorrow, and next week, next month even. He'd made a lot of money testing it, it was accurate most of the time. But he wasn't sure if it was legal. There were laws about manipulating the market and automatic trading programs. Sam was the only person who knew about Mike's program. Sam was pre-law and said he'd look into the legalities, but he hadn't figured it out yet.
Jen tilted her head at that, looking at him. She knew what he was getting at, but didn't agree. Okay, yeah, he didn't have the best beach body, and wasn't well endowed. But he was the kindest and sweetest guy she'd ever met. And could eat pussy like nobody's business!
She gave him a big smile. "You're just so cute, you know?" she said, and snuggled into him. They didn't do it again that night, but they snuggled for a long time.
The next day Mike anxiously approached Jen's sorority house. They were having a pre-football party, and then they'd all go together to Beaver Stadium. He knew he was late. Oh well.
The place was packed. Mike hardly knew anyone. He walked through the crowd but couldn't find Jen. Then he heard a voice behind him, "Looking for Jenny?"
He turned and saw it was Allie O'Malley. A lot of guys who wanted to get into her pants called her Allie Oh-la-la (Allie O for short). Mike knew Allie and Jen were best friends which made sense because they were by far the hottest girls on campus (probably the entire state). "She's over there," Allie said motioning to the next room. Then she turned back to her friends as if he didn't exist. "Real nice," Mike thought.
In the next room Mike found Jen surrounded by a group of guys. She was wearing a soft cashmere sweater, short skirt, tights and flats. The off-white sweater was snug and molded itself around her breasts, and the skirt showed off most of her long shapely legs. She seemed a bit overdressed for a football game. In fact, he noticed everyone was dressed up, some of the guys even wearing jackets. But then, these were the populars, the Beautiful People. To them, going to Beaver Stadium was like going to their country club.
She wasn't just talking to the guys, she was flirting with them. She'd looked into a guy's eyes as he said something to her, giving him all her attention like he was the only person in the world. She'd laugh whenever he told a joke, no matter how dumb. When she said something, she'd touch his hand or arm when making a point, and sometimes got close and whispered things in his ear.
The guys were ogling her, stealing glances at her tits, her legs, her ass. Mike suddenly realized he could see Jen's nipples outlined in the sweater! She wasn't wearing a bra?
Mike found himself intensely jealous. She was supposed to be HIS date, and here she was flirting outrageously with a group of guys. He suddenly realized something else. He was rock hard. Watching Jen flirt with all these guys was turning him on.
Jen looked his way and saw him. Her face broke out in a big smile and she came to him. "Hey baby," she said, getting up on her tiptoes and kissing him. She grinned. "Fashionably late, huh?" Out of the corner of his eye he saw the guys she just left staring at her ass and legs.
Jen took Mike's arm and led him away. "I want to show you my room," she said.
On the way Jen picked up two beers. Then she led him upstairs to her room. He looked around. He was surprised to find her room a mess. "I room with Allie," she said. "We're kinda slobs." She handed him the beer. "You don't drink much do you?" she asked.
"Sometimes," Mike said. In fact he didn't drink a lot, but didn't want to come across as even more of a nerd.
"I know you don't like being around my friends," she said rubbing his arm encouragingly. "I don't blame you, some of them are jerks." She handed him the beer. "Drink that and you'll feel better." She laughed and took a sip of hers. "It always helps me deal with them."
"Okay," he said laughing back. He took a drink. He instantly felt more comfortable, even without the beer.
She leaned into him. "I'm glad you're going to the game with me," she said. Mike smelled the alcohol on her breath and realized she was already tipsy.
"I feel under dressed," he laughed nervously.
"It's kind of a competition," she explained, leaning into him more so he sat on the bed. She sat on his lap, straddling his legs. "You know, who can dress the best but still look casual. Don't worry about it. Just stay the way you are."
"Okay," Mike said.
Jen put her arms around Mike's neck and got so close their lips almost touched. "I mean it," she whispered. "Stay the way you are, okay?"
"Okay," Mike said, breathing hard. They kissed and made out. His hands moved to her legs. When she'd straddled him her skirt had risen almost to her ass. He ran his hands up and down her thighs. She was wearing off-white cotton cable tights, and his fingertips traced the soft ribbing. His hands moved to her behind and he squeezed and fondled her tight shapely ass.
Jen moaned at his caresses. She rolled her head back as he kissed up her neck. Mike reached under the sweater and felt silky material. She was wearing a chemise instead of a bra! That was why her nipples showed!
"Like it?" she whispered in his ear. "I wore it for you."
"Yeah," he choked out, his voice hoarse with excitement. She wore it for him! He moved his hand up and cupped her breast. The chemise was so silky shear it was like touching bare skin. He fondled her and rolled her nipple, making her moan again.
"We have to stop," she whispered in his ear. "Later," she added. Then with a giggle she flicked her tongue in his ear.
A bolt of intense painful pleasure shot through him. He never realized his ear was so sensitive. His body shuddered.
Jen gave him a knowing look, then giggled sweetly like a mischievous school girl. "Wet willy," she said with another giggle, leaning into him and hugging his neck. They kissed again, but before they got going again Jen gently pulled away and said "We really need to stop, everyone will be heading over soon. I don't wanna miss kick-off."
The football game was a blur for Mike, especially as he drank more. Jen was a social butterfly, talking and laughing with everyone. Mostly she talked to guys, but that was because they were always approaching and surrounding her. It wasn't so cold that people wore coats, but it was cold enough to keep Jen's nipples constantly hard. Mike noticed all the guys ogling her chest.
More than once he saw guys grab her ass. One guy even tried to reach up under her skirt. Jen didn't seem to notice, or mind. If a guy got too frisky she'd push his hand away, but she wouldn't get mad. Mike realized she must be used to getting hit on all the time. He felt jealous, like at her sorority house earlier. Like a butterfly, she'd flit in and flirt with a guy for a few moments, then move to another guy and flirt with him for a little bit. Mike wondered if she even knew how flirty she was being. Maybe this was why she was so popular.
As before, Mike got aroused watching Jen flirt with all the guys. He was bothered and confused by his excitement and tried to push it away.
It's funny what sticks in your mind. Sometimes Jen reached up on her tiptoes to whisper into a guy's ear. Doing so made her great legs look even better, like wearing high heels. And extending on her tiptoes made her feet arched out of her flats so you could see underneath her feet. Mike loved seeing that.
Jen always had a beer in her hand and was getting more and more tipsy. But she managed to keep up with the game and, in fact, she seemed more into the football game than just about anybody else. She squealed when Colin threw for a 50 yard touchdown pass, a perfect spiral that hit his receiver right in the hands. Next possession, the pocket broke down and Colin ran for a 75 yard touchdown. The crowd went wild.
"Isn't Colin freaking amazing!" Jen squealed gleefully to Mike. She was too tipsy to notice him frown at that. Begrudgingly, Mike admitted to himself that Colin was a pretty amazing quarterback. He was built like a linebacker, threw 75 yard perfect spirals and ran like a gazelle. There was no doubt he'd be an early first round draft choice, maybe even the top pick.
Each time Colin made a great play, people congratulated Jen. Mike realized people still treated her like Colin's girlfriend. Maybe they didn't know she'd broken up with Colin, and was with him now. Or maybe they figured he was just temporary and she'd soon be back with Colin.
Mike wondered if that was true. Why, really, was she even going out with him? Why wasn't she still with Colin? He was handsome and dynamic, and he'd soon me an NFL starting quarterback making millions of dollars a year.
Mike felt out of place. He didn't belong here, these weren't his people. He'd leave, except he felt an obligation to get Jen home safely. She was drinking a lot and he didn't trust the guys around her, the way they were looking her up and down and feeling her up. But he felt like an outsider, his melancholy increased by the beers he was drinking.
Colin threw for another touchdown and again the crowd went wild. Penn State was crushing Michigan State. He was happy for the team, but his heart sank as he saw Jen high fiving all her friends and gush about how wonderful Colin was.
Mike turned away. As he sometimes did, he withdrew into himself. He thought about his stock market program. It was kinda cool. It scbangd the internet for a lot of information, and then it used that information to model the stock market. His program predicted what the market would do tomorrow, and next week, next month even. He'd made a lot of money testing it, it was accurate most of the time. But he wasn't sure if it was legal. There were laws about manipulating the market and automatic trading programs. Sam was the only person who knew about Mike's program. Sam was pre-law and said he'd look into the legalities, but he hadn't figured it out yet.
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