The lame date

It started with an all too tame encounter in a library; I saw a nerdy gal reading her book alone with her big tits failing to be subtle as they stretched out her sweater. Her glasses were adorable, and her red hair and freckles added just enough to her cute ginger look that I wanted her covered in my cum. After a few quick google searches, I approached her with my feigned surprise that she was from my favorite author, and I recited a bit about their other works and their competitors.

The red blush she had from having her alone time interrupted was almost enough to make me fear her noticing my boner, but I played it cool as she flustered and ultimately walked away with her number to go out later for dishing more about classic literature. On my way around campus, a nice-assed brunette jogger in tight yoga-pants went by, attracting my attention. I complimented her stamina and discussed basic meal prep options that led to planning to eat before hiking together sometime.

My libido continued to stay up, with no options seeming to be immediately satisfying while still being engaging. I eventually lucked out by finding a girl that looked like a definite slut with enough packing to still interest me; she was a tan skinned japanese chick that fit the full bimbo model of blonde hair, big lips, and tits squeezed into her short stature. It was easy for a bimbo to relate to a bit academic struggles even if I didn't really have any, so she agreed to relax and de-stress together later; unfortunately seeming too dense to fuck just yet.

I had to call up an old Black fuck-buddy to relieve myself, but her big ass was still enjoyable to take in the back seat of my car as I went over my possible options to also feel stretching across my cock. The tremble of a slut cumming on my dick was almost half as good as it was to break a girl in, but I was at least relieved for the day by painting her ass white.

The next day, I started with the ginger nerd for breakfast and picked a quiet diner that I personally liked. However, this dweeb-ette Phoebe just went on and on about bullshit prose and compared what senseless tact old dead guys had that apparently authors nowadays lacked. The boredom made it all the harder to not stare at her tits, which were cruelly suppressed with a sweater vest impacting her blessed bust more than I had seen last time.

I started to daydream that I should've struck with sluts online or the whores I kept in touch with from high-school, but I had been looking for a higher purity of cocksleeve, so I told myself to remain resolute.

Looking off I saw a waitress lazing off watching me during her shift, playing with a sucker that she bounced against her soft cheek while her goth lips puckered. This was my favorite diner, so of course, I had fucked a couple of the waitresses; especially their thick goth one whose attitude I'd like to see try lasting against my dick.

She went off to the bathroom, while I excused myself and went to splash water on my face. The bathroom seemed empty save for the stalls; I wandered into the middle one out of nostalgia and noticed a well-placed hole that had the cloth of a skirt pressed against from the other side. The cloth shimmied down to expose a pair of black panties, and then with those pulled down was a shaved pussy that invited some use of its tightness.