College Slut gets a super Easy A Part one

The best part of getting really drunk for the first time is that the next day, you know what your limits are. Or at least you think you do! It was three years ago when I started college that I learned that two drinks were enough to get me “tipsy,” and three drinks were enough to get me to gang bang all the guys at the Frat party.  My friends giggled and jokingly threatened to post the video on Instagram! I learned that having a good time was all about pushing the limits.

“Hey, Bri I didn’t hear you come in last night?” I rolled my eyes at my roommate’s judgment. Even though Jasmine sometimes liked to pretend to be a saint, she had actually partied with me and my other friends on many occasions. She was the black Barbie in a group of blonde Barbies, and the guys loved it. I had all met them all in our freshman year of college. We all had long, smooth legs, and nice tits that we liked to jiggle, bounce, and expose when we were drunk enough. While I needed four drinks to lick a stranger’s pussy in a dim corner of a basement party, Jasmine only needed two.

She was fun like that.

“That’s because I got home this morning,” I answered as I placed my coffee cup down on the kitchen counter. “Did you get a chance to look over the papers I left for you on the table?”

“Brianna,” Jasmine started as she grabbed her own mug from the cabinet, “it’s time for you to start taking college seriously. You skip half your classes Monday through Friday, you party all weekend, and then you drag yourself in here every Sunday morning, begging me to do your homework for you, your gonna be known as the college slut.”

“Come on… College is supposed to be about fun,” I replied.

“Yes, but you’re still supposed to actually study, learn something, and get a degree you can be proud of.” She said firmly.

We had been through this before, and I knew that when my roommate got like this, convincing her to write a 15-page paper required special tactics. “Come on, Jas,” I pleaded as I circled around the table in my skimpy pink laced nightie and then took my place behind her.

When lounging around the apartment, Jasmine never wore a bra.

Her chocolaty nipples always seemed to be visible underneath the tight-fitting, white t-shirts she liked to lounge around in. I pressed my body up against her back. I could feel Jasmine’s body tensing up as I rolled my fingertips across her hips.  Moving my hand slowly, I worked my way around to her stomach, and up to her tits. They were firm C-cups, and during midterm and final exams, they always filled up my mouth nicely.

I started off gently as I circled her nipples with my index finger and worked my way up  adding more pressure. Now I was rubbing her tits, squeezing them, and gently tugging on the long braids that touched her buttcrack. Every so often, Jas would let out a quiet sigh, squirm, and arch her back so that her butt was pushed up against my crotch.

I knew my paper had to get done one way or another. While my left hand continued working on her right tit, the other made its way down to her panties. Just as I expected, it was warm and flowing with juices. I played with her pussy lips a little bit before parting them and running one of my fingers from the front to the back. Jasmine’s pussy was always slippery. By this time, I could sense her mind was changing a little bit; her breaths were quick and shallow. She was squirming and her pussy was throbbing. Her head was tilted back and resting on my shoulder.

That’s when I went in for the kill and thrusted my middle finger exactly where Jasmine wanted it.

Her juices flowed out immediately. I didn’t even bother to turn her body around. Instead, I lightly leaned her over the counter and yanked her sweatpants down. I made circles around the full, lips of her pussy with my tongue. I slurped up all the cum that just kept coming out. When I could feel that Jasmine’s body was exhausted, I gave one long, final lick that began at her clit, and worked my way over to her butthole.

Jasmine was satisfied now. She pulled both her panties and her sweatpants up, poured some coffee into her mug and starred at me still trying to catch her breath.

Finally, she said “Well Bri,that felt amazing as usual! But I’m serious, I’m still not writing your paper. I just don’t have time today, gone a ton of stuff to do.” Keep being a college slut though. Then she carried her cup of coffee with her into her bedroom, closing the door behind her.

For a minute, I just stood there totally in shock. I wiped what was left of Jasmine’s cum off my face and brainstormed a new plan. This paper was getting done one way or another…

Stay tuned for part 2 of my College Slut Story. Can’t wait to hear the end purchase my audio blog.

 

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