My heart drops when I see him step into the seating area of the dining hall. He's cute. Not Chris Hemsworth cute, but close.

"Shhhh...there he is," I say with my finger across my lips. Then I realize there's no reason to be quiet; we're in a large, noisy room.

"There who is?" Marie asks as she swivels her head to look.

"Don't look!" I say in a panic. "Be cool."

"Is that the guy you've been fussing over lately? What's his name? Jack, John, Jody?" Sandra asks.

"Josh...now be cool. Pretend you're telling me a joke."

"What? Why? God, it's just a guy, Jenny," Marie says with disgust in her voice. "Who cares!"

Marie doesn't like guys. She says they're smelly, self-centered, and...well...to put it in her words, "Each." Sandra has the same attitude as Marie, which explains why they're dating each other. I like girls too...they're soft, tender, and delicious. But, ever since I met Josh, things have been different. It's strange. Before, I didn't care about guys, especially the snobby rich ones. They think everything is theirs for the asking. If a nice guy asks me out, I usually accept, but I've never met one that's swept me off my feet before...until Josh, and I can't seem to get him off my mind. I just wish he felt the same way about me.

Josh called me like he promised he would, but I had a ton of school work and couldn't free up any time to see him because my accounting professor had just given us some projects to complete. It was just bad timing on Josh's part. Of course, I want to go out with him, but he didn't call again after I told him I was busy. That's the last time I spoke to him. It's like he's been avoiding me ever since. I've been tempted to approach him, but I don't want to appear to be a needy girl.

"Hey, Jenny. How are you doing?" Looking to my right, there's a guy...no...a building...standing next to our table.

"Huh? Do I know you?"

"I'm Matt...Frank's friend?"

"Frank?"

"Yeah...you know, you went out with him a couple of weeks ago, and we met at the pizza place?"

It all comes back to me now. Frank. What an asshole. We went out once, and before we even sat down for dinner, he began telling me all about how great he was and that he hoped to play in the NFL. He's the quarterback of our football team. Asshole. I don't even know why I agreed to go out with him. Jocks...each.

"Frank said you guys weren't an item and that I could ask you out. So...wanna go out sometime?"

Did Frank permit him to ask me out? There's a reason I didn't go out with him again...idiot.

"What...so are you on the football team too?"

"Yeah...I'm one of the safeties. I'm only a junior, but I've been a starter since I was a freshman."

Who fucking cares? "Pass...what'd you say your name was? Mark?" I pause for effect. "I'm busy."

"Matt. My name is Matt. C'mon, you can't be that busy. I'm a fun guy...we'll have a good time, I promise."

"Listen, Matt." Another pause...even though the first time didn't matter. "I'm not into football players. I'm not interested. I'm sure you're a nice guy, but I'm busy."

Matt rolls his eyes at me, turns around, and walks away. Whew!

"Why are you worried about one guy when you have them asking you out all the time?" Marie asks.

"It doesn't happen all the time," I say defensively.

"Every time I'm with you, it happens." Marie shoots back.

"Whatever. Josh is different. There's something about him, and I can't put my finger on it."

"Why do you care? Isn't he going out with Esther anyway? I mean, I always see them together," Sandra says.

"I thought so too, but I asked Esther about him, and she said they're just friends. They've known each other since middle school and like hanging out, but they're only friends."

"Friend zoned...ouch," Marie snickers.

The night I met Josh, I stayed afterward to help Esther clean up. Okay...that wasn't the only reason. I wanted the low down on Josh. I'd seen them together several times, and I thought they were an item...until the night of the party. They laughed and joked with each other, but they didn't act like they were together. Esther did her thing, and Josh did him...they didn't even mingle that much.

That was quite the party too. It started innocent enough but turned wild as soon as the drinks began flowing. One of the girls took her top off, and it was game on. She was cute, too...I still don't know her name, though. Someone dared us to kiss, and she was just as happy to make out as I was. She pushed me down on the couch, got on top of me, and we went at it. Before I knew it, my top was off, and she was sucking on my tits. I rolled her over, and we fell onto the floor. I didn't care; I kissed her hard and then worked my lips down her torso. When I got to her shorts, I lifted her legs and slid them off. Her panties were soaked, so I slid the gusset to the side and swiped my tongue along her swollen lips. Fuck she tasted good. I got her naked and went to town on her cunt. When I looked up, she had a girl on each tit, sucking on her nipples and a cock in her mouth.

That's when I felt my shorts slide down my thighs and a tongue lick my wet pussy. Whoever it was, slid a finger inside me while sucking on my clit. It felt divine! Then something changed. It wasn't a tongue. I couldn't concentrate on whoever was attacking my pussy because I was busy with one of my own. It was a guy...his cock was parting my lips. I was going to protest, but at the moment, it felt too good. He slowly slid his cock into me.

"Ugh...that feels good! Fuck me," I shouted. My head came up involuntarily as he drove his cock into me. I wanted more. Getting into a rhythm, I pushed my ass against him as he fucked me. His balls slapping against my clit drove me crazy. I wanted more...no...I needed more. Looking down, the pussy I was eating was gone. I didn't care; I was getting the fucking of my life. I'd never had a cock in me that felt as good as this one. He was bringing me to new heights. It's like he could sense how I was feeling.

"Harder...fuck me harder...make me come!"

He put everything into it then. His cock reached places that had never been reached before. Shit, it felt good. I looked behind me to see who it was. I didn't know him, but he was an Adonis. This perfect male specimen was tall, full of muscles, and had curly, golden-brown hair. His abs rippled as he jackhammered into me. He grabbed my hips and pulled me against him as he drove that powerful cock into me. My legs quivered, and he slowed...he knew just what I needed. I wanted him to come inside me, but I didn't even know him. Shit! I hope he's wearing a rubber! When he pulled out, I fell to my side, exhausted. Thank God! He was wearing a condom, and it was full. He slid it off, tied it in a knot, and tossed it into a nearby trash can. He was still hard.

Getting on my knees, I grabbed his cock and sucked it between my lips. He tasted a little like latex, but I didn't care because I could taste my pussy too...it drove me crazy. I licked and sucked his cock like I couldn't get enough of him. I looked up into his eyes, and he gently wove his fingers into my hair, caressing me.

That's how he was different...he was firm but gentle.

"I'm going to come," he said to me.

I pulled him out of my mouth and jacked his cock as I moved to sit on the edge of the couch. He came alright. Spurt after spurt of hot cream jetted from the tip of his shaft. I aimed for my tits but got it all over my throat and shoulders too.

"Wow," I said. "Your cum is all over me."

He smiled as he leaned down and kissed me.

"That was magnificent," he whispered in my ear. "Thank you!"

He turned to walk away, but I grabbed his hand and pulled him back to me. There was pandemonium all around us...the sounds of moaning, skin slapping, grunting. It was a cornucopia of sex...a downright orgy.

We were strangers who had just fucked. We were both naked as jaybirds. I wanted him. I wanted him to fuck me again! I'd never been so horny in my life. A fire inside me had been awoken...a horny, insatiable fire.

He sat on the couch next to me, his cock still semi-hard. Damn! Leaning into him, I asked, "I'm Jenny. What's your name?"