Brad stays Brad

Laura went to see Brad at his frat house in a sexy dress, no wig, no hat, looking at her best, bald. On the way a lot of heads turned, but she couldn't say if it was because she was looking pretty or weird. At the house, she found Brad, a beer in his hand talking with his friends on the front porch. This time, he saw her and came to her.

"Hey, babe, what are you doing here ?" He asked.

"I came to see you, to show that I can still look sexy for you." She told him.

"Hey, uh, listen, it's weird, okay ? You can fake stuffs, but you still look like a weirdo and it really doesn't look good on me, you understand ?" He said.

Laura stayed a moment in shock, it was only two days and they were already to that point ?

"You want to break up with me ??" She shouted.

"Just for the time you get to your old self, you know ?" He explained.

"Fuck you Brad ! You spineless shit ! Go fuck yourself !" Laura yelled at him.

"Laura..." Brad pleaded.

But Laura was running away, tears ruining her make up. For once, she needed him ! Once ! That asshole !

Laura rushed back to the campus building when she saw Mike, reading at the same spot as last time. She stopped and went to him.

"You said you were finding me pretty ?" She told him.

Mike raised his head with an expression of surprise.

"Uh... yeah..." He just said.

"You still find me pretty ?" She asked.

She needed someone to bring her back to the light, someone to prove her that every men weren't assholes. She needed to be called pretty or beautiful.

"Yeah... sure !" He answered, still looking confused.

"Fuck me then !" She shouted at him angrily.

He wasn't sure is it ? He was saying that to make her feel better. If he was honest, he sure wouldn't miss the opportunity to have sex with a pretty girl !

"Uh ? What ?"

"If you find me pretty, fuck me, then !" She insisted while rushing toward him and starting to unbutton his pants.

"Wait, here ?"

"I don't care !"

His pants open, his member was indeed hard. It was already a proof in itself, but she had gone to far to stop and pulled up her dress, revealing her bald crotch. Mike looked right and left, and just said. "Well fuck it !" Before he brought her to his lap and she sat on his legs, his shaft against her cootchie.

"What do you find pretty in me ?" She asked, rubbing her clit against his dick.

"Your face is really cute, your eyes... particularly... and your... baald hair... give y-you... a badass look..." He said breathing more and more heavily.

He then grabbed her small ass and pulled her closer between his legs. His meat found its way her vagina, going deep and fast as she was already wet from those small compliment. Laura let a loud moan as she got impaled on him. Her legs grabbed him around his waist, securing her position. For a moment, she realized that she barely knew him and they were outside, but pleasure overwhelmed those thoughts. Mike had his hands on her waist and was moving her on his shaft, making her bounce against his chubby belly. He wasn't her type, but she didn't care, he was finding her pretty and he was quite good at fucking. Pleasure rose steadily, and she had a hard time to stay quiet, so she kissed him. She was about to come, but she wanted the whole thing to last longer, she wanted more...