I wanted to find someone who may not have had as much luck with women on the weekends.and totally blow his mind! I had purposely picked out the shyest, quietest guy at the party. He wanted me so badly.but probably thought he wouldn't get much further than second base. I'm really horny and want to score tonight, but I always strike out.' We had already made out a bit at the party, and I could clearly see the bulge in his jeans. He was probably thinking 'Please, God, I hope I get lucky. He had convinced me to come up to his apartment around 2:00 this morning the party we had just left was getting loud and out of control, and we could barely hear our own voices. Max was an average looking guy, about 5'9, short brown hair, and kind of skinny. We had just met a few hours ago at a kegger. Poor Max was trying so hard to get in my pants. I had gone to the bathroom for a minute to freshen up when I returned to the living room of his small apartment near the campus of FSU, Barry White was pulsing from the stereo, and Max had lit some tall red tapered candles on the coffee table. I was sitting in the middle of Max's living room. Turn out the lights, close the door, and grab your cock or pussy. I'm not kidding I want all you readers to read this post with your pants pulled down. Hello, readers! Unzip your pants, because I've got a hot new story for you all.
