The Fraternity Party – Part 2_(0)

When we last left our heroine, she was drunk, naked, and had just realized that the man she was in bed with was not the same man she had been in bed with just a short time before. Will she get pissed off and tell this impostor to go take a flying fuck at a rolling donut? Or will she say, “What the hell…this feels to good to stop” and give in to her body’s desires with wild abandonment? Let’s read on and find out…Shall we?

No two men kiss alike. Even in my intoxicated state I could tell the difference. A part of me was really pissed off at them for pulling the switch, but another part of me was too busy enjoying the lips nibbling my neck and the fingers gently pinching my nipples. In the ensuing battle of brain vs. body, my brain won out. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” I yelled, as I pushed him off me, got up, and turned on the lights.

“Please.” He whispered, hoarsely. “I was watching the two of you from the other room. I got so hot that when Robert came out to go to the bathroom, I begged him to let me have a turn. We figured you were too drunk to know the difference. You were obviously enjoying it, so why should we stop?”

My body agreed with him, but there was a principle involved here. “Because it was a real sleazy thing to do, that’s why!” Even while I was chastising him, his fingers were lightly playing on my thighs, making it increasingly more difficult to continue my tirade. “I can’t believe you thought I was some stupid little bimbo, who wouldn’t be able to tell the two of you apart. Robert’s build is much larger than yours, you feel totally different. And you kiss different.” He leaned over and started kissing my shoulder.

“Really, how?” He asked, as his mouth continued to travel up my neck. My voice softened.

“Your lips are softer.” I said.

“Hmm, what else?” He asked, as his tongue traced its way around my ear.

“Don’t change the subject.” I said. “I’m very angry about this.”

“I know you are, and I’m sorry.” His fingers were caressing my arms, while his mouth explored the nape of my neck. He had to have noticed my nipples, erect and begging for attention, as he said. “You should let me make it up to you.” I involuntarily breathed deeply and bent my head down, giving him more access to my neck. “I promise I’ll make you feel so good, that you’ll be glad you stayed. As his hands glided down my arms, they slid over just enough to graze the sides of my breasts. That was it. I lost it. I leaned back against him, to allow him to fully hold my breasts, covered his hands with mine, and squeezed.

Together, we massaged my breasts as he leaned over and kissed me passionately, our tongues dancing, swirling around each other. He turned me around and laid me back on the bed.