Pick Imogen

“I pick Imogen,” you say, and the raven-haired girl fist-pumps the air, before folding her arms in satisfaction.

“I had a fifteen hundred word speech memorised for precisely this occasion, but now that we’re actually here, I don’t feel any urge to recite it. My pristine and pure victory earned in the face of your dirty tactics is satisfaction enough. Oh, this is too priceless,” Imogen says, pulling out her phone. She snaps a photo of Tatiana, whose scowl is deep enough that you’re afraid she’s going to lunge out and kill somebody - but whether that somebody is you or Imogen is unclear.

“Looks like somebody missed out on learning to win gracefully. You sure you don’t want a quick pointer right now? It involves not being an ass,” Tatiana says, giving Imogen the finger.

Imogen holds up a finger. “Hold on, that gives me a great idea. Alex, you’re the man who made this happen. Now, Tatiana was being awfully rude a second ago, but then she mentioned the word ass and told me to behave myself - and then I recalled, what was I forgetting? To thank those who helped me on this journey! And so, to show you my sincerest appreciation, here is, none other than, my ass.”

Imogen turns around and pulls up her skirt, giving you another good look at the view that secured her the victory. Her hot ass sticks out at you, wiggling slightly as she looks back at you with a seductive smile. The firm curves, and the pale skin, it’s just begging to be to be spanked, and you reach out with a hand to slap her ass… but she gets to you first, slapping you arm out of the way.

“No, no touching. You don’t have to be a contract lawyer to have gotten that much out of our little talk,” Imogen says, but then she indulges you slightly, pulling down her lingerie. With the skimpy black cloth out of the way, you get a tantalizing look at the glistening soft folds of her pussy and that tight rosebud, before it snaps back into place. Savannah, still curled up next to you, lets out a contented purr at the sight.

“You fucking slut, are you done yet?” Tatiana says.

“You know I’ll hold this over you forever. But I think I’ve had my fun for the night. Let’s head over to the party now, shall we?” Imogen says, to rousing consensus from the girls in the room.

Downstairs, the party is alive and thumping, the crowd a tide that rises and falls with the hard EDM bassline. Imogen, hanging off your arm, pumps her fist along with the beat, while the rest of the girls sashay on ahead, ready to join the thick of the party.

“I feel the way your hand’s dipping down low,” Imogen says beneath her breath, purposefully lifting her ass up so that your hand brushes up against it.

With the noise of the party around you all, you nearly miss her words.

“What? No, I swear, I wasn’t,” you being to protest, but the peal of laughter that follows reassures you that all is well.

“Well too bad for ya, ‘cause you ain’t getting any,” Imogen shouts into your ear, just as you come across the heart of the dance floor.

People are screaming, raving, high on fifty **** and drunk on one universal one. Imogen leaps into the fray, hollering for you to join in, and just as the drop hits, you follow in after her, grooving out and grinding against her hot ass. The music and the moment sweeps away all thoughts of you fucking her; in this point in time, all you know is the rush of the crowd collectively belting their lungs out and the girl whose hot body is pressed against yours.

The two of you dance through the hours, finally staggering out of the sorority house drunk and exhausted in the wee hours of the morning, and you end the night with a sloppy hug goodbye as you stumble back to your room, alone.

Imogen +20
Tatiana -30