Come along

"Alright, sounds like fun," I reply, "I can always study later."

"Yay, that's the spirit, Matt! This is what college is all about after all. I'm really looking forward to it. See you Thursday," she chirps.

"Will do, bye, Millie."

***

Thursday comes, and I meet Millie, Brandon and Angela at a local bar where we're supposed to start the evening off with a few drinks. "Matt!" I hear when I enter, and as I turn, I see Millie waving from a corner booth where the three of them are already seated. She looks stunning, dressed in a gorgeous, tight-fitting blue silk blouse with an ample cleavage, high heels, fishnet stockings and a black skirt which goes halfway down her thighs. She is in a chipper mood and she gets up to hug me. I let out an involuntary groan as I feel the heavy, soft mounds of her tits pressed against my chest. A grinning Brandon, dressed in a black shirt that is unbuttoned enough to show off a good deal of his chiselled chest, greets me with a fist bump while that Angela person wears a shapeless brown sweater and pants and holds out her hand with a sullen look.

I sit down next to Angela (Brandon has taken the seat next to Millie), and we order a round of drinks. We start chatting, and the conversation is pleasant enough, but Brandon is sitting way too close to Millie for my comfort, and he's coming on to her hard. With his muscular arm firmly planted on the backrest behind her, he makes crude jokes and boasts about his prowess as a cornerback, and he has the 44-year-old woman swooning and giggling like a young cheerleader. Son of a bitch, I'd better counter-attack by turning on the charm. I clear my throat and raise my glass in a toast. "Here's to having two charming and stunningly beautiful women in their absolute prime brightening up our evening. It's a real privilege," I say, and make sure to look Millie in the eyes as I do it.

Millie puts a hand on her heart and looks like it's about to melt, and she bursts out, "Aww that's so sweet, Matt!" Angela, on the other hand, rolls her eyes, but I turn to her and clink her glass and shoot her a charming smile nonetheless because I figure it's the gentlemanly thing to do. But as I get a better view of her, I notice that she's not nearly as plain as I remember her from class, but rather attractive in a Velma-in-Scooby-Doo-kind-of-way. I also note that she's got a huge rack that she has failed to hide underneath that sweater. Interesting.

We finish our drinks, and the women excuse themselves to go to the bathroom. Both Brandon and I closely follow Millie's ass with our eyes as she struts towards the ladies room.

"Bro, I bet you a hundred bucks I'll be tapping that tonight," he says with a grin.

I decide to play it safe and not to give away my own intentions. "So you're that sure, huh?" I ask.

"Yeah bro, that fat titted MILF can't get enough of the Brandonator. Alpha, baby!"

He holds his phone up to me, "Look what I saved her number as," he says with a toothy grin.

I read the contact on the display. It says "Fat Tits Millie". He leans in closer. ”Bro, I even made a checklist of all the nasty shit I'm gonna to her. I figure I'll tick off at least half of it before this night is over."

"Dude, that's... fucked up," I murmur.

"Hey boys, what are you talking about?"

Millie and Angela are suddenly back from the ladies room and Brandon quickly puts his phone away. "Oh nothing, baby, just sports,” he smiles.