#1 The Greek God

So you all probably think that I’m such a slut that I probably fucked some trucker at a rest stop.

But I didn’t.

I was a good girl until we got to our destination.

I blinked and we were through Oklahoma. Then we were in Texas. And Texas was the fucking worst. So fucking boring. Seriously the biggest city we drove through was San Antonio, and by that time we were so over the drive we didn’t even stop. Just drove right through. Fuck that state.

Then to get to South Padre Island we had to go through a border crossing? So weird. Like I thought I was still in the United States. And no, I didn’t fuck one of the crossing guards or whatever. Fuck those guys. They said they smelled weed in the car! We all had to get fucking out of the car while dogs sniffed around Jules’ shitty car. She was freaking out, but they didn’t find shit because we had smoked it all. Fucking Texas! Treating college kids like terrorists.

Anyway, we fucking finally made it to South Padre. The sun had already set when we checked in. Jules, Tom and Christina wanted to chill in the room and get a nice rest. Maybe have a couple drinks we packed, talk then sleep peacefully. I figured that was a waste of a Spring Break night. Mandy agreed with me. (Of course she did.)

While the rest of the crew relaxed for the night, Mandy and I went searching for some action.

We didn’t have to go far. Just the floor below was crowded with college guys playing beer pong on a table they had set up in the middle of the hall. Lots of rowdy guys to choose from. I wasn’t too picky. I’d let them filter themselves out first before I decided.

Since we were two attractive females, we got to play beer pong next. They split Mandy and I up, putting us on different teams. My teammate was this Greek god of a boy. Tall and sculpted. I’d call the police if he put a shirt on. Short black hair, crooked nose. Perfect for my first of the night. He was a little goofy personality wise, but his body made up for everything.

Mandy’s teammate was a much more put together guy. Gelled hair, trimmed eyebrows, and he really had a rapport with Mandy. They were giggling like besties by the end of the first game. They lost because I’m a fucking champ.

Then two guys replaced Mandy and that guy. We whooped their ass. We were fucking good. No one could get us off the table. It was fucking hot that he was as competitive as me.

After each cup he made, I’d run my hands up his hard abs and he’d bend down to give me a kiss. After each cup I made, I’d turn around and slightly bend over until he smacked my ass. It was so fun.

After our last win, I told him I was done. He was cool with that and followed me when I walked off. Then he pushed me up against the wall in the hallway and we made out. The dude picked me up and I wrapped my legs around him. It was so fucking hot. I love a man that can pick me up.

As we made out, I knew what he wanted (Hell I wanted it too.) I had to break the intense make out, and asked, “Do you mind if I shower first? I’ve been in a car for 20 hours.”

He said yeah sure, and took me to his room. It was a typical hotel room with two beds. One of the beds was occupied. A couple was fucking doggy style when we walked in. Not exactly what I expected but I could improvise.

The guy stopped briefly, and looked at me. Hair gelled into a faux hawk—the guy’s friend from beer pong. (Of course they shared the same room). I laughed, and smacked him on the ass. “Don’t let us interrupt you. Keep at it tiger.”

Then the petite girl turn her head to look at me. Blonde hair covered her face but I could still tell it was my best friend Mandy on her knees getting railed from behind. She got some before me. Good for her. I gave Mandy a vicious smack on her ass, and yelled, “Get it girl!” She laughed, and kept at it, working herself up and down his shaft.

I went into the bathroom, and the Greek god followed me in. He asked, “I hope you don’t mind if I join you.”

“Oh not at all,” I said. I stripped down and stepped into the shower. I honestly felt disgusting after that long ass car ride. I didn’t even care the guy was getting in the shower with me. I closed my eyes and stepped under the water and let it flow over me.

It felt really nice. Then I felt hands roaming over my body. The guy said, “I hope you don’t mind if I help lather you up.”

“Please,” I said. “Clean every inch.”

I let him rub and massage me. I kept my eyes closed and just enjoyed the feel. His muscled hands were so good at massaging my body. He wasn’t too aggressive, but he teased me, until I backed into him enough where I could feel his dangling penis press against my skin.

At my urging, he made sure my tits were especially clean, rubbing and pinching my nipples until they were hard. Then he spend a lot of time lathering my ass and rubbing between my legs. He had me arching back into his rock hard body in pleasure.

He had me feeling good and I was getting quite turned on. I wanted more than the tip of his finger inside me. I fucking wanted the length of his cock that I felt on my back. I was about to make my move: turn around, grip his cock and pull him down into a kiss.

Then we were so rudely interrupted.

The shower curtain was ripped to the side, and Mandy yelled, “Can we join you!?”

Without waiting for a response, she stepped into the shower, wedging herself between me and the Greek god, pushing me forward. I stumbled and was caught by the gelled friend. Who politely apologized as he crowded in front of me. He seemed to be as uncomfortable as me in this situation. He kept his eyes away from looking at my naked body.

Mandy didn’t give a fuck that she ruined my moment of bliss. She relished in the fact that she had cock blocked me, and then proceeded to try and steal my man. She giggled, and rubbed her hands on his abs, “Oh my god you have such a great body. How tall are you? I’m only 5’2. You could probably pick me up and carry me around so easily.”

Wow. She just got fucked and now was trying to fuck the Greek god before me. I wasn’t playing this game. I politely got out of the shower, and wrapped myself in a few towels. I scooped up my clothes, and walked out of the room.

Let them fuck. He was nobody to me. Just the first potential guy. Who had an amazing fucking body. A body I wanted my tongue on. I wanted to trace my tongue down his sexy V to his cock. Fuck me! I didn’t even get to see his dick. Fuck. Why was I letting this upset me so much?

I was halfway down the hall and almost entirely in my head when I heard running footsteps. I turned to watch the Greek god run after me—completely naked, his chiseled body glistening and dripping wet, his schlong flapping against his body. He looked so fucking hot. He caught up to me and put a hand on my arm.

He said, “Hey where you going?”

“I’m just heading to bed,” I said looking up at him.

He smiled and said, “No you aren’t,” then lifted me up and brought my face to his for a kiss. So fucking hot. I wrapped my legs around his sexy naked body and made out. I wanted to fuck him right there in the hallway.

And I would have except we didn’t have a condom. (Well I had a condom in my clothes scattered on the ground but I didn’t think that one would fit his equipment and I didn’t want to risk it breaking.)

I climbed off his body, and my towels fell to the floor. I grabbed his hard member, and asked, “Do you have a condom?”

“Yeah in my room,” he said looking excitedly.

I replied, “We can have sex, but you have to do something for me first.”