I haven't had the chance to post lately because I've been beyond busy with RA work/training and moving myself back into school. It seems unbelievable to me that I'm already a fucking junior in college. When the fuck did I grow up? Someone please make it stop. The perks of being an RA include having my own room. Luckily, I got a very nice room. The ceilings are about sixteen feet high and I have two cathedral windows. For now, the houses across the street are getting a free show when I change because I have no curtains for the massive windows. Hollllllla peeping toms.
Some of my residents are moved in, some not. I have an apartment full of football players right next to me, one is beyond sexy. It's a shame he has a girlfriend....in Florida. Most of my residents are girls, which could be good or bad. The only problem with having a lot of girls is that we all have to share the bathrooms and I don't know about your college experience, but it never fails that at least a couple times a year there will be a mini forest of pubic hair sprinkled everywhere in my favorite, actually preferred, there's no favorite, shower. I barf in my mouth a little even with I think about it. Like, we're all women of the 21st century, have none of them heard of waxing, or even trimming before taking the razor blade to the cooch? Come on, girls. I know, I know, the amount of promiscuous and spontaneous sex means that a girl must always be prepared to look her best down there, but please for the love of God why can't they at least make sure it gets down the drain? Hairy fucking beasts.....
Anyway, my busy schedule has left me craving orgasms. Because of this, I did something I know I shouldn't have done. I invited a douchebag over to my dorm room. I couldn't help it, I swear. My cooch takes over in these situations because it needs attention. When he texted me "I can't wait to hear you moan while I taste your clit," the pussy went into action. Right at that time I got a text from my favorite cousin who would be coming into town for the night (he goes to school in Indianapolis) and invited me over to his mom's house, who is my favorite aunt, for dinner. Ahhhhhh.....conflict, conflict of mind and pussy...not good! I said yes, even though the pussy said fuck no. I reassured her by saying it would only be a few hours and douchebag was horny enough thinking about going down on me that he could wait.
Well a few hours turned into midnight pretty quick. I forgot my phone at my aunt's house while we were out and I had three texts, two missed calls, and one voicemail from d-bag. Fuckkkkk. They all pretty much said the same thing, "What the fuck are you doing, I wanted to come out tonight, call me." I tried. I sent him an apologetic text because his voicemail didn't pick up, but to no avail. I invited him over the next night and promised that nothing would go wrong, but I should have known better. He never came, that fucking bastard. What is it about guys that are douchebags that is so fucking hot? After that, I was pissed of course, but I still wanted him. The fact that we stood each other up somehow got twisted into my mind that we would fuck like crazy, angry porn stars when we actually do hang out. I think I have a complex or syndrome or something because a normal girl would realize that's not a healthy conclusion to come to when a guy stands you up...but there is just something about the guy that I want. I mean, besides his cock. We'll see what happens. In the mean time, there are some fine freshman football players that are just asking to be taken to my room and corrupted....
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