How many guys in college wish they could have a harem of hot co-eds to date?
Dorsey's over-sized equipment makes him a desirable play toy for some of the girls on campus. Some days, though, when he's worked up and he can't find a girl to play with, he winds up with more than he expects.
That morning I asked Amber if she was busy that night. It had been over a week without any action for me and I was ready to tear something apart.
"I got a date with a guy. I think it's pretty serious. If it doesn't work out you can do me next week," she said.
I couldn't find Bridget anywhere, but Chloe found me at lunch.
"Are you doing anything tonight?" she said.
"Am I doing anything or anyone?"
She laughed and touched my arm. "If you're not doing one of the other girls, you want to come over and see me tonight?"
"Sure. What time?" I said.
"My parents are going out. We should have the house to ourselves for a couple of hours. That should be plenty of time."
"I'll see if I can fit it in," I said.
Her hand moved down to the front of my jeans and rubbed the bulge where I was swelling up.
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