I decided to take charge, stood up and took the mic away from Bernard.“Hallo boys,” I addressed my audience using the best Mae West voice I could ...muster. “I want something slim and heavy. A gold pen would be good. If anyone has something like that perhaps they would like to come up onto the stage and insert into my pussy.”I could hear, even if I couldn’t see because if the bright lights, people moving in their seats.“There’s more than one,” Bernard whispered in my ear.“Bernard will decide which. So I did. Had her lay down on the couch, on her back. And I started to rub lotion on her. First her arms, then her shoulders. I started on her upper body, when I got to her breasts, she let out a moan, right then and there, I knew where this was gonna go. I started to rub and massage her breasts a little harder, taking her nipples and gently pinching then, I loved when her nipples got hard. About the size of dimes and always brought a moan when I played with them. I didn’t spend a whole lot of. I didn’t really like my date too much, maybe it was because I had so much to drink and he was just boring. Either way, around 1am I decided to call an Uber to go home. My date didn’t like that too much. I was waiting in the parking lot and of course my date was trying to get me to stay (for sex I’m assuming) so when my Uber pulled up I quickly got in and told him to hurry and leave. It was funny and we both were laughing about it because my date was visibly mad. He introduced himself and then. I was glad I wasn't in such a tough area of study. With my schedule, I was having a hard enough time keeping up as it was.I knocked on their door, and Jason opened it up. He was dressed in torn and ratty jeans and a Black Sabbath t-shirt."Dude, tell me you aren't going to go to Greek Rush dressed like that," I said."Why? What's wrong?" He looked genuinely perplexed."You look like a fugitive from a bad 70's flashback," I said. I pushed him back into his room. As I expected, Craig was at his desk.