"Andy and Paul were waiting in the parking lot when Elizabeth pulled in. Their conversation had been more generic. Neither knew the other well enough ...to share intimate details of their sex lives.Rather, they talked about Stanford's sports teams and what Andy could expect from life in the dormitories. Their girlfriends latched onto a hand as soon as they got out of the car and the foursome walked into the restaurant.It hadn't changed much in the nine weeks since Andy had last been there. In. Dancing with her I had seen her titties countless times tonight and drunk or not, I was sporting a raging hard on. Actually, I'll bet almost every guy there had seen her nipples by then. It seemed that a crowd of guys were always around her when she sat down or stood up. A few times I observed her leaning over talking with one of her new girlfriends and watched there husbands openly ogle her great puffies. Jesus, I was horny and proud all at the same time, or was I just really drunk?A short. I was glad for my parent's advice to keep care of myself and my appearance; I certainly stood out from the crowd! The busses arrived, and the great mass proceeded to stuff themselves in. Not in any particular hurry I moved to the back of the second bus, and made myself comfortable. As the bus packed, a rather pretty girl picked me out, and worked her way to the back to join me. She wore a rather tight leather miniskirt, a tank top, and a black leather jacket; the exception to the rule of. She wasn’t sure if she had any. She only wanted to do whatever pleased Greg. ‘Do you remember the blue skirt you were wearing the first time we met?’ Greg asked. ‘When you gave that presentation?’ Greg’s question caught her completely off-guard. It had been her navy blue, knee length skirt, hadn’t it? Sure, Julie remembered what she had worn for that disastrous presentation. It was an outfit she wore in a very calculating fashion, both for the presentation and at dinner that night. But why was.