Going to frat parties just to find the "straight" girls who "only" kiss women when they're drunk. Finding a girl in a short skirt and crop top so tight her tits her practically spilling out... I manage to pull her away from whatever guy she was talking to and offer to pour her a drink. That's how it goes the rest of the night, handing her drink after drink until I'm holding her up because her knees have gone weak. It's when she starts stumbling that she asks me to take her back to her dorm.
So I walk her back, holding her tightly against my body under the guise that I don't want her to fall. She's so out of it that she doesn't fight me when she realizes we're actually going in the direction of my place, only mumbles out "where are we going?"
When I manage to get her back to my room, I plop her down on my bed. I work at her shoes first, then her tights, leaving the rest of her clothes on for now.
"You know... You're kinda cute..." The girl slurs, staring up at me with hazy eyes. I smile back down at her and rest my hand on her exposed thigh, ever so slightly rubbing my thumb back and forth on the soft skin.
"Yeah? You're pretty cute, too. I've been thinking about you all night," I confess. She giggles at the touch on her thigh, shivering like it tickles, and I take it as encouragement to slide my hand up a little further.
"I've done stuff before, like with girls," she says, eyes flickering between my face and the hand nearing her cunt. "I'm straight, b...but I get a little lesbian when I'm drunk."
"Aww, sweetie, I'm not a girl, but I'm a huge dyke." I finally reach her cunt, so warm and almost begging me to pull her panties to the side already. "I can make you feel really good. Maybe change your mind about that whole straight thing?"
She opens her mouth to argue, probably to say she's not actually a lesbian, but is interrupted by the feeling of my fingers breaching her panties and going straight for her clit. She throws her head back and gasps, all thoughts thrown out from the pleasure shooting up her body.
Things escalate from there, and before she can catch up, I've ripped off her panties and shirt, leaving her with her skirt draped across her hips. My cock hangs heavy from my hips, lube dropping from the tip and landing in heavy globs on her already soaked cunt. She's shaking in anticipation and drunken pleads for more are spilling from her lips. She's aching for me and can hardly stand it.
When I finally slide my cock inside of her in one hard thrust, I have to throw my hand over her mouth to keep her from gasping too loud. She slides her hand up my shirt and rakes her nails down my back, earning a bite to her neck that's sure to bruise. I fuck her deep and slow, taking my time with drawing out every little mewl and whine from her. I test out angles, finding out what she likes, all while keeping my thumb pressed against her clit.
This goes on for what feels like hours. At one point I pull out, grab her hips, and flip her on her stomach. Before she can complain, I'm sliding back inside of her again, this time reaching even deeper inside of her. I keep ahold of her hips for leverage and pull her back against me to match the rhythm. She arches her back and claws at the sheets helplessly, moaning into my mattress, "please, please I'm gonna cum, please don't stop!"
I use one of my hands to reach around and slip my fingers right where she needs it most. With just a few deep, hard thrusts, her wet cunt clamps down on my cock as she cums harder than she ever has before. When I'm certain it's over and she whines that she can't take anymore, I gently pull out and let her collapse into the wet mess below her. I play with the cum pooling between her lips, drawing a shiver out of her.
"Tell me what you are, baby," I whisper into her ear, close enough that my lips brush the sensitive skin. Another shiver.
She's so cumdrunk that she can't even come up with a rebuttal. "I'm a dyke."
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