I was both impressed and worried. She was only five feet tall and couldn’t have weighed more than a hundred pounds. She handed the glass to one of the other girls close to a pitcher.
“He’s out. Can you fill him up again?” she asked sweetly.
“Uh, thanks?”
“No problem,” she said as she gave me a wink.
She flagged down a waitress.
“Can you get me a Coke?”
When the Coke got there, she handed it to me. I took a big swig since I was parched. She thought she should join me and downed her beer. She handed it back and they gave her a full one.
“How many have you had?” I asked.
She giggled and downed the next one. I was getting worried that she would end up getting sick, drinking that fast. I’d learned that lesson the hard way. I shook my head when they gave her another beer.
“I’ve had enough to do this,” she said, and she ran a hand up my thigh and cupped my package.
Chuck and Bert arched their eyebrows when they saw what she was doing. I suddenly had a noticeable bulge. I gave her a look of mock horror.
“Now look what you’ve done,” I hissed in her ear. “I think you need to fix that.”
She got a big grin on her face and shifted so that she could kiss me. It wasn’t the best kiss, but it got my motor going. She used her fingernails to lightly run up and down the length of my member through my shorts. If she kept that up, I was going to have a huge wet spot in my shorts. I suddenly stopped kissing her and grabbed her wrist.
She gave me a smirk, hopped off my knee, grabbed my hand and led me to the ladies’ room. She pulled us into a stall and took a seat on the toilet as she grabbed my waistband, and my shorts and jock were suddenly around my knees. Mr. Happy snapped loose and caught her on the chin.
I swear that her head must have spun around and her jaw become unhinged as she did her impersonation of a sword swallower. It was good that there was a door behind me because I fell against it. She seemed pleased that I had nowhere to run—not that that thought had crossed my mind. I was just in shock that a complete stranger would go from sitting on my lap to having her way with me in the women’s restroom. I wondered if college was really like this. If so, I needed to hurry up and graduate.
I soon found that she had some serious skills giving oral. I didn’t even care when a group of girls entered the restroom and made lewd comments about the noises coming from our stall. When they finally left, I was able to concentrate. After I got off, she let go of my hips and sat down back down on the toilet. We both smiled at each other, breathing hard.
She didn’t say a word as she cleaned up and helped me up with my jock and shorts. She led me back to the table to applause from everyone sitting there.
“Sato wins,” one of her sorority sisters announced.
She handed Sato some folded bills. Sato gave me a quick kiss on my cheek, and she and her sorority sisters got up and left. One of the Sigma Nu guys gave me a hard time.
“Dude, you just ruined it. I think the Tri-Delts were having a pledge task that, shall we say, would have been enjoyable for all of us.”
“I can’t help it if you guys didn’t make your move,” I shot back.
“He has you there. He had the balls to go for it,” one of the other guys said.
I looked over at the door, and this big guy was standing there, looking pissed as he scanned the bar. Sato rushed back in.
“No, Rob, I did it as a pledge task. You can’t get mad every time I blow a guy.”
“Is that him?” he asked as he pointed at me.
She dropped her head and nodded. Oh, shit. Chuck got up to intercept him, but I shook my head to let him know that I wanted to handle this.
I stood up as Rob came up to me. I understood the look he gave me. I would’ve been upset also.
“Did you let my girlfriend give you a blowjob?”
“Yes, but so we’re clear, she gave me no indication that she was seeing anyone.”
He turned on her.
“Sato, is he telling the truth?”
She just gave him a slight nod. His shoulders sagged, and he turned around and walked out. Next thing I knew, Sato had buried her face in my chest and was crying. I didn’t quite know what to do. What is the proper protocol when you get a blowjob from a guy’s girl that causes them to break up? I looked around and none of the guys wanted to meet my gaze.
A couple of sorority sisters came in and saved me. They gathered Sato up and took her home.
“I think we should go,” I told Chuck.
He agreed.
ON THE WAY BACK TO the apartment, Chuck and I stopped at a sub shop. We decided to get them to go because we both wanted a shower. I got a couple of extras in case Mom and Dad wanted to eat. If they didn’t, I was sure I could take care of the leftovers.
When we got back, Dad and Terri were watching basketball while Mom took a nap. We all went to the kitchen to have a sandwich.
“What did you get up to today?” Dad asked me.
“I realized that I didn’t have any running clothes, so we went and got some. I made the mistake of using my Range credit card.”
“Why’s that?” Terri asked.
“Because we had to get our pictures taken,” I complained. “But Chuck made out like a bandit. He got all kinds of clothes.”
“Hey, I didn’t ask for it. You made me get them,” Chuck defended himself.
“Whatever,” I said dismissively. “Then we went to the campus and played flag football.”
“He isn’t too bad,” Chuck offered.
Terri snorted as my mom walked in and took a seat.
“David is nationally ranked among quarterbacks in his class,” Mom told Chuck, as she took half of Terri’s sandwich.
“Wow. That would explain a lot. No wonder the other team was complaining about him being a ringer.”
I waved my hand.
“Just a bunch of complainers ... but they came through with buying us beers.”
“David Allen Dawson, you better not have been drinking.”
I pointed to Chuck.
“It was his fault.”
“Eh ... not ...” Chuck stammered.
“It could have been worse. He could have let some sorority girl take advantage of me,” I said. Chuck looked like he wanted to die. “He didn’t even try to stop her angry boyfriend. He left me to deal with that.”
Mom glared at me. Terri tried not to laugh. Mom turned on Chuck.
“So, let me get this straight. You take my innocent teenage son to a bar where he was served beer. Then you allowed some, what did he say?” Mom asked.
“Some sorority girl took advantage of him,” Terri supplied.
She went up about three places in my estimation. She could hang with us when we had fun. I was trying to keep my angelic expression on my face. Chuck was squirming under Mom’s glare.
“Then you allowed a sorority girl take advantage of him, and when her jealous boyfriend showed up, you left my poor David to take care of it.”
“It sounds bad when you put it that way,” Chuck mumbled.
She turned to me.
“So, did you have fun?”
Chuck was just blinking. I think his mind disengaged.
“I did until the boyfriend showed up. Why do girls act like that?” I asked.
“You’re confused about why girls would risk losing a boyfriend to spend some ... uh ... quality time with you?” Terri asked. She turned to my mom. “Did you drop him on his head when he was a baby or something?”
“Actually, his dad did.”
Dad threw up his hands.
“You drop one baby and it haunts you for life. David, let me give you some advice: don’t drop Kyle, or Angie will hold it over you forever. I’m just saying.”
I nodded my head. That was good advice. However, what was this about him dropping me?
“You dropped me on my head?”
Dad just shrugged.
“I think you’ve all been dropped on your heads,” Chuck said. “I’m going to take a shower.”
I TOOK A SHOWER AND changed in my parents’ bathroom. When I came out, Mom was in bed, and she patted it to tell me to join her. I crawled in and she wrapped me in a big hug.