Chapter 4: A Brief Period of Delusions and Disappointing Fucks

'Cause goddammit! The dry spell that followed his absence was maddening! Not a 'dry spell' of quantity, mind you, but of quality, which managed to be worse.

Nothing beats, after all, the cock of a good man —a true, manly Man, with capital 'M', this kind of male who knows how to use it and who uses it, oh, so many times!

Like everything that's tasty and addicting, however, the dry spell that followed made me even reconsider for a while my tastes and preferences on men, because I never found, during the rest of high school, a single guy who matched even half of the fire and heat of my sweet 'Johnny' boy.

That biker whom my pussy craved and for whom it swelled up so thirstily! I jerked myself off frenetically on my bedroom, the bathrooms, the stairways and even under my school desk thinking about that savory boy and the day anybody —somebody!— would come close to surpassing him!

All the while I looked for such a man, of course, with little success: there was Alberto, the school's basketball player, a tasty Latino just who was also taller than me —a rarity—, but someone whom I taught on bed more than he taught me —in other words: no good! There was Romero, son of an influent businessman in the region, another gym rat who thought of himself so much, yet did so little on bed. And there was also Ricardo, who was great, but nothing that could satiate the thirst I was left with after feeling the wonderful cock of my rock star, my beautiful biker boy, my 'Johnny'...!

Oh, well!

I sincerely believe any woman needs to be fucked by an Alpha male during her life. This should be even considered a human right, earning its place on the United Nations charters, like: 'every woman deserves to taste, at least once in her life, the strong grip of the expert hands of a man with the eyes of mystery and smile of a thousand broken hearts; to feel the wonderful squeeze of his devilish, knowing lips on her neck, on her breasts, right around the base of her tits and the tips of her nipples, along her swollen vulva and her pulsating clit, and then the daring, unrepentant penetration of his unyielding cock on her pussy, the vigorous stimulation of her intimate parts until the accumulation of fire near the breaking point; the cum, oh, the coming of a man who plays her like a fiddle, and who never stops —who cannot stop!— before hours after hours of the most intense fucking of her life!'

Okay, I think the language might be a little inappropriate for the UN, but I you get my point.

Well, well... one year after our passionate lovemaking on the hills of the town, I finally sidelined the memories of my 'Johnny' and focused again on what really mattered —or, at least, what I thought should matter more: my studies, and the opportunity they'd give me to leave that country town and finally get to know the big cities of the nation!

Big cities, trendy places, crowds with many different tastes and preferences, and also, who knows, boys of many girths and lengths!

'Tatty, you've got mail from college!'

'Which college, mum? Which of them?'

'Oooh... guess which!'

I ran to her and grabbed the letter with a trembling heart, holding up my squeals when I saw it was precisely from my top-choice college.

'They don't usually send them this early!'

'Then open up and see what it says.'

Okay, I'm not gonna say I was too surprised when I saw I had been admitted, buuuut…

The thrill still made me want to somersault my way into pure exhilaration!

'Yes! Yes! Yeeeess!! The best in the country, goddammit, I did it! I fucking did it!!'

'Watch your mouth, young lady! Where on Earth did you learn to talk like that?'

'I'm sorry, mommy! Dearest mommy from my heart, I'm so, so sorry!'

The months of toil were all worth it, and I now wonder if all the time I spent 'behind' the other girls, without getting to know boys and romance, didn't in fact help me focus on things these very girls ignored and snatch a place in that university —which, for any ambitious and talented young mind like me, was the absolute dream!

'This college really is top-of-the-line,' my father hugged me. The old man couldn't be prouder! 'But are you really sure you don't want to wait for the other ones?'

'Not a bit. After this one, I need no other!'

I don't want to reveal the name of my college, because there are people there who, being 'compromised' by some of my little adventures, wouldn't like to see themselves involved on my stories not a bit. Buuuut…

Let's just say it was a very, very good university on the east coast of my country; that it was an education center at the heart of the American Mediterranean, a sunny oasis of technology which is today one of the world's wealthiest areas; very close to where the world's richest celebrities mingled together and clinked their glasses of champagne on their expensive yachts next to their seaside mansions.

Another hint, perhaps: the name of said university rhymed with 'Stanley' and 'Ford': 'Stanley & Ford University'. I think that's enough to guess, right? ;)

Suitcases ready, tickets bought, and I soon arrived at the registration center all lively and wondrous, thinking myself queen of the universe, and being followed at every step by the stares of all the people there —half of these stares really envious, the other half really tasty, really hungry!

'Who's the fitness model, huh? I think she got the address wrong: Hollywood is to the south.'

'Hollywood... or the brothel.'

Giggles.

'Dude, look to that bodybuilder chick.'

'What bodyb... wow!'

'Yeah, right?'

'Oh, she's not a bodybuilder, no. She's more like a fitness kind of girl.'

'Dude, that's what you thinking on? Geesh!'

Those would be quite the fun years!