It's no exaggeration that UP was known for its party scene as much as its competitive admissions process. Since enrolling, there hasn't been a single week when I haven't attended at least one party. So, it made perfect sense for me to hit up as many Halloween parties as I could on this night. And let me tell you, I've been to my fair share of college Halloween parties, but no one does it quite like UP and Isla Vista's Halloween shutdown. In simpler terms, Del Playa is the place to be on Halloween.
Avery, Kalix, and I explored the entire block, and every party we attended was a hit. Eventually, we decided to split up, with them heading back to ATO while I revisited Drew's place. The visiting UCLA football team and their entourage have kept me company, and let me tell you, these people know how to throw a party. The last hour has been a mix of classic throwback tunes, just as promised.
Once Max finishes my back, his hand glides down to my feet. He retrieves the second loofah to address the front of my legs and thighs simultaneously.Well, it seems like he's growing somewhat impatient himself.He soaps his way up to my breasts, and when he notices how erect my nipples have become, he leans in against me once more, sending a familiar shiver down my spine. He hands me the loofahs."Your turn," he whispers, his warm, minty breath tickling my ear.Oh, thank goodness. I don't think I could have endured much longer. You agree, right? Buffy chimes in. I'm hyperventilating up here FOR you. I take the loofahs and apply Drew's two-in-one men's shampoo and conditioner onto them. Instead of turning around, I bend at the waist, allowing my buttocks to brush against his sheathed erection. I don't need to see his face to know how this affects him; I can feel it myself. I move the loofahs to his feet and, in a teasing manner, simultaneously slide them up each leg, eventually reachin
It feels like I'm rubbing my intimate parts back and forth on rough sandpaper at the same pace... That's what Jake Owens's thrusting inside of me currently feels like, and I can't even feel a tingle.I've been staring at the ceiling above me for the past ten minutes, questioning why I'm still here.I then tap his shoulder, even though it seems like he doesn't plan on stopping the thrusting anytime soon."What?" He murmurs with his heavy breath against my neck, but before he can continue, I speak up."Pull out," I tell him, no longer interested in his presence inside me, and he immediately stops mid-thrust.It's kind of disappointing, to be honest. I mean, yeah, he was a bad kisser – seriously, he should have been gently sucking and biting, not nearly cutting off my circulation – but all of a sudden, his sexual performance wasn't all that great either.Jake raises his head to look at me, embarrassment crossing his face."Let me get this straight...you just tapped on my shoulder, as in
It's alright, I suppose. Seriously, shut up! You look hot! The pattern is exquisite, and the top fits your breasts perfectly. What more could you ask for?Allowing Buffy to take the lead this time, I sigh and turn around to open the door for Max to see."What do you think?" I inquire. He lifts his head from his phone to glance at me."Damn," is the first word out of his mouth, his eyes widening as he rubs the back of his head. "You look incredible, Vega. Incredibly hot."I won't deny that his compliment nearly made my stomach do somersaults, but I won't admit it aloud."Then it's settled. I'm buying it. Thanks, Blackwell," I inform him as I prepare to close the door and change. However, he places his hand on the door, blocking my way. "What?" I ask, pretending to be naive even though I know exactly where this is going."You really expect me not to break in that new set right here, right now?"I raise an eyebrow at him, crossing my arms over my chest in an attempt at intimidation, whic
Max and I started spending more time together after our trip to the mall. If I wasn't with Avery, talking to our friends from the Philippines, Mom, or Alex on the phone—or meeting with my regulars—I was usually with Max. When we weren't fooling around, we did various things together, from studying to random activities. Spending quality time with him made me realize he's a cool guy, funny, caring about his close ones, and has some fascinating life stories.I still think you might be developing feelings for him, but please continue with your point.Well, my point is that he's a relaxed and easygoing guy.Oh, really? So, that 'nightmare' from a few days ago doesn't bother you at all?No, not at all. Like I said, I've completely ignored it.Now, let's move on...It's safe to say that whenever Max and I hang out, something crazy always happens. This evening was no different. We were currently at the Learning Commons, trying our luck at the first of many vending machines for snacks.Max and
Chuckling, Max teases me as I playfully roll my eyes and maintain a small smile. He leans over, wrapping his arms around my waist and seating me on his lap. I straddle him, running my fingers through his hair and idly toying with the strands at the nape of his neck."I think we deserve a reward for completing all that work in just two hours. What do you think?""A reward?" I inquire, then shrug casually. "I'm not sure. Why don't you show me exactly what you mean?"He smirks, leaning back slightly from the headboard to start planting kisses on my neck. His fingers graze my stomach through my shirt, sending shivers across my sensitive skin. I steady his head with my grip on his hair, allowing him to pull me closer, and we start grinding against each other. The buzzing of his phone on the nightstand momentarily distracts us, but we continue our intimate activity. He tightens his hold on me, guiding my movements in a way that promises mutual satisfaction, and his phone buzzes again. I sta
"Dude, I've seen this movie like ten times since it came out, and that bar montage always cracks me up.""Yeah, Justin Chon is hilarious. I nearly died the first time I watched the scene where he whipped out his...you know," Ryder replies as the credits roll."Yeah," I chuckle.Ryder texted me after class, inviting me to his apartment. We had some fun in his fancy indoor pool - turns out the guy is crazy rich, which I didn't know until today. We decided to watch "21 & Over" in his home theater, where we may or may not have spent the first half of the film cuddling in one of the recliners."Well, I should head out," I say, getting up to put my shorts and shirt back on. "I've got a ton of laundry waiting for me back in my dorm.""Before you go," Ryder says, getting dressed as well, "can I ask what you're up to on Friday night?""I'll be working until five. Why, what's going on?""Well, my parents are opening a new hotel downtown, and they're throwing this big gala for it. I was wonderin
The Night of the Gala"Wow, Vega. You look fantastic!" Ryder exclaims as I meet him at the door.The more I scrutinized myself in the mirror after getting ready, the more I became convinced that the outfit didn't suit me. I don't know, it just didn't feel like my style. However, I decided to put my reservations aside. I knew my choice of attire wouldn't be suitable for venues like The Knowles Hotel. Not that I hadn't contemplated it initially, though. My desire to show up in a crop top and ripped skinny jeans was short-lived when I considered that Ryder might face consequences with his parents.You're going soft on me, Slayer.Hey, I admit I can be a jerk, but I can also be decent when necessary...well, it's either that or this dress is making me feel unexpectedly princess-like and proper.I really hope it's just the dress. The thought of you turning soft all of a sudden is cringe-worthy.Whatever. My point is, I'd be a complete jerk if I were to intentionally ruin this night for Ryde
A little over five minutes later, I'm exhaling with relief as the last drops of concentrated liquid exit my system.Trust me, you haven't experienced heaven until you've finally relieved yourself after holding it in for too long.I pull up my underwear, straighten the hem of my dress, flush the toilet, and then retrieve my clutch before stepping out of the stall to wash my hands.You probably didn't need all those details, but hey, I want to recount my story as vividly as possible, so deal with it. Anyway, brace yourselves for what unfolds next...I'm drying my hands with a paper towel when I glance up in the mirror and spot Ashley standing right behind me, sporting a sinister Cheshire-like grin.Before I can react, she slams my head into the massive vanity mirror.Ryder wasn't joking; this woman is seriously unhinged!"What's your problem, you idiot?!" I step back from the now bloodied and shattered mirror, which now bears the imprint of my forehead. I press my palm to my right eyebr