Help her. Take her home.

As much as he would have loved to rub his face in those massive pillows of flesh, he knew well enough that the girl needed some help.

“Guys, I think this is a little wrong, she’s clearly quite pissed, it’s probably best that we let her go home” pleaded Mark as all three of them looked at him.

Dean just shook his head and looked at Paul expecting him to send Mark out.

Paul remained silent.

Mark walked towards Jenn who was yet to make any movement. He picked up a discarded black lacy top that was on the ground next to the bed.

“I can take you back to your dorm if you like, it’s up to you” said Mark, holding up her top in front of her.

Jenn smiled, grabbing the top from him and sitting back up, carefully wiping off the cocaine from her breasts and placing it on the bed side table.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me, where the fuck are you going slut” yelled out Dean.

The footballer was in a foul drunk mood, he wasn’t ready for this hot new girl to leave his dorm room. Jenn was willing to stand her ground, now that she had someone that was brave enough to stand up for her.

She walked up to the footballer, her breasts still sitting out proudly on her chest.

“Anywhere else is better than being fucked in the mouth by a pin dick, maybe Mark can show me what a real man packs in his pants” she said confidentially before walking towards the door.

Paul sat their quietly, an array smile on his face that he was trying to hide. Mark was beaming, Dean had been rude the moment he walked inside so a little taste of his medicine was what he deserved.

Mark turned as well to follow Jenn out but was stopped by a massive rough hand on his shoulder. Dean had grabbed him before his exit, turning him around to face him.

“Listen here cunt! If I ever see you anywhere near my fucking territory again, I’ll slit your fucking throat” he threatened.

This was the first time that Mark had ever been spoken to like this. He could hear the anger in his voice, Dean was a very imposing figure. One of the stars of the football team, Dean would be able to beat up Mark fairly easy if it ever came to it.

Sensing he was in some sort of danger if he responded to Dean, Mark decided to keep quiet and leave the room to follow after Jenn.

He chased after the blonde who was now exiting the dorm room area. She had her back on but Mark could still see the nipple imprints from within the top.

“Sorry if I made a scene there” Mark said to her, “You looked a little uncomfortable and I just didn’t want them taking advantage of you anymore”

Jenn smiled.

“Thanks, I probably owe you one” she told him as they walked off.

“It’s tough being a new girl here, so easy to be manipulated by these older guys” she explained, “Most boys just look at me as a pair of tits”

Mark instantly felt a little guilty, Jenn’s tits were the first and only thing he could think about when first meeting her. It’s exactly what he did with other girls too, he never thought about how it made them feel.

Jenn was staying at the North Wing on campus so it was a fair walk but it gave some time for the two to get to know each other. They were both starting their first semester here and were studying similar courses.

“Thanks for walking me back, I’m sorry to waste your night, I’m sure this isn’t what you wanted to do on the first college party of the semester” she apologised.

“No stress at all, just glad you’re alright, maybe we could catch up on campus some time this week?” he asked.

“Yeah, pass me your phone, I’ll give you my number” she offered.

It was a big success, standing up for Jenn and helping her home had secured himself a phone number and a potential date this week.