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“If looks could kill…” Charity gloated as
she looked in the mirror, while turning enough to check out her ass
and little, white puffy tail in the mirror. She made a damn good
pink bunny, but after two hours of primping, she better be eye
catching. The ultimate compliment would be some drunken frat boy
asking her if she was a playboy bunny right in front of Grant
Wereman, the guy she met at the campus library a semester back and
they’d been shamelessly flirting ever since.
He invited her to the Halloween party at his
frat house, and she hoped the night would progress into something
much like a date, and ask her to hang out a lot more. She was crazy
about him, and never felt such an incredible draw towards anyone.
She thought he was suave with his chemistry major, stylish clothes,
sexy British accent, and bright blue eyes. He was gorgeous, and
better yet, a total flirt to no one but her.
Usually she could play her cool around guys
she liked, and flirt without looking desperate, but with Grant she
seemed to have no control. She was love-struck and felt it hard,
which explained why she was going by herself to his party.
Her best friend was sick, and the group she usually hung out with
went to another party in the small town eight miles away. Between
both campuses, their colleges were widely known as the two biggest
party universities in the US. So, maybe it wouldn’t be that big of
a deal, as if she simply party hopped a lot, but she still felt
like an idiot because she was going alone, without backup to make
it seem like Grant’s frat was simply a hotspot for the night. But
she was dying to see him, and willing to do anything for a chance
to hang all over him all night.
Charity reminded herself that Grant was
eager to see her, and it wasn’t as if they hadn’t become friends
over the last three months. He invited her, and told her he’d be
saving her a beer so she’d better come.
She smiled, thinking about his playful
threats as he winked her at. Fuck, he was so cute! Deep dimples
when he smiled, a thick five o’clock shadow that nearly concealed
them, and dark hair that made his intense blue eyes distracting.
Those eyes…she couldn’t stop thinking about them.
She wanted him as obsessed about her as she
was him, and tonight he’d have a good preview of what she had to
offer. She was practically wearing a one piece swimsuit, with a
sharp M like neckline, and the back plunged so low she couldn’t
bend over without showing crack. If it wasn’t for her nude nylons,
she’d freeze, but she didn’t plan on leaving his place all night.
Quite honestly, she’d walk the hall of shame in her bunny suit if
Grant even hinted about her staying the night.
“Bye, Zoe.” Charity said, to her dorm mate
who was lying in bed reading a book as she nursed a sore throat by
not talking. Zoe simply waved, as if shooing her from the room
because she was so engrossed in her novel.
Charity was out the door, and got two
wolf-whistles on the way to her car. Oh, yeah! There is no
way Grant wouldn’t notice her curvy childbearing hips, and the dip
between her tits were so distracting not even she could look away
when she stood in front of a mirror. What man wouldn’t want to get
in between either her thighs or tits while dressed like one of
Hugh’s girlfriends? She was practically a walking centerfold, or at
least that was what she was going for when she chose the skimpy
outfit. It’s Halloween, and by law women are supposed to dress
loose, right Charity?
Ten minutes later, Charity was satisfied
with Grant’s reaction when he dropped his pool stick on the table
as she came up to him, finding him downstairs in the basement among
his friends. He took no time abandoning his friends to give her his
undivided attention, because the next thing she knew, she was
grinning with her back pressed against the wall and he held her
interest by keeping his hand on her bare shoulder as he pretended
to absentmindedly leave