She punched me in the meat of the thigh.“After the game,” Zoë growled. “You were weird when we got ready for bed.”“That was a Pat and René...e thing.” I reminded her. “Plus, I think we overwhelmed Elizabeth.”“Hey, she slept in your bed, didn’t she?” Zoë laughed. “All I had was Pat, Renée, and Connie for warmth.”“Those beds comfortably sleep seven.” I said in bright wonder.“Or so we think,” Zoë laughed. “We’re blacked out as fuck right now. Marin and Suzi could’ve been rolled off the side to make. I could feel the walls of her tight little pussy pulsating, clamping down and then releasing. She slowly picked up the pace of her rocking motions, until she was rapidly thrusting her hips back and forth, rhythmically fucking the crap out of me.She rocked back and forth on top of me, arching her back, tossing her head back, and throwing her hands up, fists clenched, shouting,“Give it to me, Baby! Fucking give it to me!”At this point, I couldn’t hold back any longer.“I can feel it!” she declared. ”“Wait a second here. Don’t I get a say in it?”“Well you could say yes.”“No I don’t think so.”“What do you have a type or something?”“Yeah and it’s not douche bag,” With that I turned back to my stuff. I couldn’t help but notice that Jason smirked.School passed by slowly. At lunch a bunch of girls invited me to sit with them. They were typical High School girls with all their gossip about who’s dating whom and what chick bought some terrible knock-off. I sat there and tried to soak up anything. As I press throughthe crowd to the bar, I am groped several times by men who either do notrealise my gender or who do not care, but these clumsy fondlings arepainful and annoying rather than gentle and sexy. I see no sign ofanybody to whom I could possibly want to speak, and stand awkwardly bythe bar with my small glass of wine avoiding eye contact and beingjostled from time to time by punters diving past me to try to orderdrinks from the impossibly busy barman. The third bar on my list.