The college teen frat party was already buzzing when she pulled me upstairs, her blonde hair a mess and cheeks flushed from cheap beer. We’d been dancing around it all night—those glances across the crowded dorm room, her biting her lip every time I got close. Once the door clicked shut, she was on me, hands tugging at my shirt, whispering something about needing quiet. The bed creaked as we fell back, and I fumbled with her jeans while she laughed nervously against my neck. Everything felt urgent and sloppy and real—the way she gasped when I pushed inside her, the sweat on her skin, the muffled music thumping through the floor. She wrapped her legs around me, pulling me deeper, and I could tell she was close by how her nails dug into my back. When she finally came, she buried her face in the pillow, and I couldn’t hold back either, finishing inside her with a shaky breath. We just lay there after, tangled and sticky, listening to the party rage on downstairs like nothing had changed.
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Date: October 23, 2026
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