Win the race

He took one more glance at the sexy senior who was begging him to let her win.

Of course he wanted to get some action with her but he’s desire to win was so important to him. He was **** to win and pick up some brownie points with Tiffany and the other girls.

“Sorry, I really want to win this,” he said, pushing her back down in a hurry, releasing her hold on him and running away.

It infuriated her but he tried not to give it too much thought, he saw the finish line and the rest of his East Hall team-members cheering him on right to the finish.

Mark made it back to the edge of the pool where he was surrounded by the others. Everyone wanting to give him a hug or ruffle his hair.

Tayla emerged just after, she looked furious. She gave Mark a dirty look as she made it back to the edge. Losing was bad enough for her but what was worse is that some freshman turned down a blowjob from her. Her ego fractured.

Chance of getting with her now seemed extremely unlikely.

After being congratulated, Mark figured it was time for him to go back to his dorm, he felt truly exhausted. A little tipsy, so tired from the night before, he needed some sleep.

“Hey! You’re not going yet are you?” called out Tiffany as Mark started to walk away.

“Oh crap, sorry, forgot about the lucky bracelet,” he said, remembering it was still on his wrist. He handed it back to her but it turned out that she still wanted him to stay.

“You want to stay for a little bit? Me and a couple of girls are gonna have a few more drinks up on the inflatable, just to celebrate,” she said, still smiling.

As tired as he was, he just couldn’t say no to her. There’s just something about this girl.