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but that brilliant smile still had me transfixed.
    “So,” she continued her hand trailing to my chest, “I’m sorry for that too. And because you’re cute, and you seem nice, and because you had sweet, pure Bridget screaming like a twenty-dollar puta , which I have to say none of the others managed to do, so you must have been doing something very nice for the girl…” Her hand began drifting down toward my stomach. “And because no one who can make a girl that happy should have to walk around with the case of blueballs you must have…” She tugged down my zipper. “I figured I could apologize by…” She pulled my once-more-hard cock out and stopped, staring at the rubber that it was still wearing. “Well. Will you look at that? You are a good boy, aren’t you, Ken? A real Boy Scout. You always come prepared.”
    “Huh.”
    “So, Ken, you don’t have a virgin fetish or anything, do you?”
    It was hard to form words with those plump, strong fingers stroking my oft-disappointed manhood, but I managed this much: “Hell, no.”
    “Good.” She stood on tiptoe and kissed me. She tasted of cinnamon gum and tequila. “So I was going to offer to give you a blowjob by way of apology, but I can’t say that I’m fond of the taste of rubber.”
    “Huh.”
    “So I’d like to make a bargain with you: if you can make lil’ ol’ Margarita scream anywhere near as loud as you got big ol’ Bridget to do tonight…” Squeezing my cock with one hand, she took my fingers in the other, brought them to her mouth, and sucked at them. Sucked away Bridget and frustration. “If you do that for me, Ken … then you can fuck lil’ ol’ me any way you want.” Gazing up at me, she shot me a grin that was purely wicked, and purely sexy.
    Stunned, body buzzing once more, I leaned down and kissed her, enjoying the taste of cinnamon and Margarita. The hand she’d been nibbling on found her hair; the other found a round tit.
    “Me,” she whispered huskily, “I like doggy-style. That work for you?”
    Indeed it did. Also missionary. And her on top. And sixty-nine — an interesting challenge, given the difference in our heights. And fucking her against the wall, her legs wrapped around my waist. And once more with her on her hands and knees, her brown skin glistening, her round ass rippling with my thrusts, one of my hands squeezing a quivering breast and thick nipple while the other worked at her stiff, slick clit. All of those worked for me very, very well.
    Good thing she had that bowl full of condoms.
    Margarita screamed a lot that night.
    And so did I.

 

3 — Rachel
The Big Easy
    Dear Allison,
    I can’t tell you how glad I am that you found my story about Bridget funny. At this point, that’s how I see it – though I didn’t at the time. Dana, when I told her a couple of months later, found it hysterical, and then proceeded to tell me I had been a very good boy for not buying into the whole rape-the-virgin scenario, and even though Margarita had already rewarded me once, she saw no reason not to do so again. And again. And…
    Alas, I never did hook up with Margarita again, since you asked. As she predicted, Bridget stopped talking to me after that night – if I had notes in rehearsal, she’d claim she couldn’t read Tony’s handwriting and make him read them. So I never had another excuse to go over to that dorm, and Margarita graduated that June. Besides, she had made it very clear that though she’d really enjoyed our roll in the hay (I had in fact gotten her to scream quite loudly, and several times), it was a one-time thing. Too bad. She was a nice lady — and not just for taking a very confused, very horny freshman and straightening him out.
    You also asked if I’m going to tell you about every woman I ever slept with. I wouldn’t be so cruel as to do that to either one of us. Mind, there haven’t been that many. More to the point, I’m trying to give you a sense, as I think I said before, of how