Main dress change karne baathroom main cali gai.Maine wahan punjabi suit pehan jo kaafi tight hota hai.Main jab bahar nikali to usne kaha didi thori d...er rook jaye main bhi abhi calta hoon.Usne mujh se beer ke liye poocha maine kaha shaadi main bahoot log hain theek nahi rahega par jab usne thora kaha to maine ek glaas pee li.Waise main kabhi kabhi partys main pee leti hoon par bahoot jyada nahi.Usne mujhe half bottel aur dete hue kaha didi ise aur pee lo tab calte hain khair mujhe koi problam. Kayla was neither a girl who obsessed about her appearance nor spent hours in the gym but could've easily been a model from the way she'd taken care of herself. Footsteps approached the door and Kayla was met with a great smile from her best friend, Ellie. They were both sixteen and shared the same birthday, 21st June. They went into the living room where all of the other six girls were present - all of whom were in sleeping wear. Due to the hot nature of the weather in Florida, Kayla felt. “Put your number in my phone, my fraternity is having a huge party to welcome the new school year tonight, we’d love to have you girls there.” “Oh I’m sure,” I say with a grin as I type my number in his phone and hand it back to him.“Wait, are you two freshmen?” he asks as he looks at the on-campus apartments we’re living, which are specified for freshmen. When I nod he looks surprised, “Damn, you did not fuck like a high schooler.” Ali starts laughing and so do I, “Thanks so much, I think.”. Mason’s eyes were alight with the full impression of what he intended to do to her. “JUST GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE!!” she yelled in desperation, again pointing at the door, backing into the wardrobe doors with a start that somewhat broke the forceful impact of her cry.Mason remained unperturbed. She was cornered. The wardrobe behind her, the bed to the right of her, and to her left, the wall containing the door and against which was the dresser with her phone and Mason’s can. He spoke to.