The Freshman with the fake tits

“Well… I guess I could go for the freshman with the fake tits,” Mark whispered to his girlfriend.

Winter smiled, happy with his choice, “Glad you agree.”

Mark had see her a few times around campus, from his memory, her name was Kayla. He didn’t need too many run ins to remember her, those breasts could be spotted from miles away.

She danced in the middle of the room with a couple of the older college kids. Golden blonde hair, short gold dress, big titties on display.

“How the hell are we going to do this though?” Mark asked, not ever having spoken to her before.

It seemed to be a more difficult challenge then going after someone they already knew, someone they already had a genuine relationship with. They didn’t know much about Kayla besides rumours that she was a total slut.

That was never an easy thing to bank on however. So many girls reputations were destroyed by being labelled sluts just because it’s the way that guys behaved.

“I’ve got an idea, you’ll just have to follow my lead,” Winter suddenly said, thinking of a plan.