My College Fantasy – Chapter 7
When we arrived at the house, I told Ben to drop me off in front and to take his time while he parked the car. My plan was to go in, say “Hi” to my friends, and draw some attention, which shouldn’t be that hard considering what I was wearing. I’d tell them that my hot “boyfriend” would be in shortly. As the attraction from the guys and the anticipation from the girls built, Ben would come walking in and make his grand entrance. Then at some point during the night, I’d give Ben a signal and we’d start making out in front of everyone, but nothing crazy.
Everything was going as planned. As soon as I walked through the front door, heads were turning. While most of the girls were wearing jeans or leggings with a sweater, here I was, totally slutted out. A lot of my friends were surprised to see someone in sluttwear and when they realized it was me, they were totally shocked. “OMG, is that really you, Gina?” “You, you...really changed.” “You used to be so innocent, what they hell happened?” “I can’t believe what you’re wearing, I don’t even have outfits like that.”
Even the guys had to pick up their jaws when they saw me. “Holy shit, did someone order a stripper?” “Wait a minute, I recognize her.” “Didn’t she used to wear glasses?” “Shit, is that Gina?!” “OMG, you can see right through that skirt!” “Is she a prostitute now?” “I bet she must have an Only Fans page.” “Wait, didn’t she used to be a nerd?” “Geez, she looks like a total slut now.” “Damn, I wanna get me some of that!”
As the guys started getting closing in on me, I mentioned that I was here with my “boyfriend” and he was going be here any minute now….and right on cue, Ben made his grand entrance. Not expecting to see a massively built and gangster looking black man enter the house, many of the guys stopped in their tracks before they could get any closer to me. Towering over everyone there, he gave a somewhat menacing stare and made eye contact with every guy in the room. He then wrapped one hand around my waist with the fingers sliding through the high leg openings of my bodysuit, as if to remind all the guys who I belonged to. Even my girlfriends were shocked to see me with an older black guy who was ten times my size.
I then broke the ice by saying, “Everyone this is my boyfriend Ben. We met in college. If you haven’t guessed, he’s a basketball player. He’s only here for a few days and then has to fly back to campus to play a game.” That was followed by a nervous and collective sounding, “Hi” from everyone.
Had it not been for the music playing, you could probably hear a lot of whispering going on. “No fucking way! She’s seeing that guy?” “I think she’s more than just seeing him, dude.” “Her head barely comes up to his chest.” “I didn’t think she, of all people, would be into black guys.” “Isn’t she she kinda young for him?” “What’s gotten into her?” “He’s what’s gotten into her. Just look at her jewelry. She’s totally into black guys.” “How did she become such a slut?” “Is he her pimp or something?”
I slowly made my rounds, greeting my friends who I hadn’t seen since graduation. All the while, Ben patiently hovered over me like my personal bodyguard. I could tell he was getting a little antsy. After all, this wasn’t his type of crowd. I suggested we have a few drinks and relax for a bit. When we finally got to sit down on a couch together, I faced Ben and snuggled right up next his chest with my knees partially in his lap. I looked like a little chihuahua next to a massive pit bull. But I loved it because he made me feel safe and secure.
By now, word was getting around the party about me and Ben. As more people showed up, many of them, especially the guys would swoop on by just to catch a glimpse of me, so they could believe it with their own eyes. Many of them looked like they recognized me but they weren’t sure. But I recognized all of them. It seemed like some of them wanted to approach me to chat, but when they took one look at Ben, they thought twice about it.
Everything was going as planned. As soon as I walked through the front door, heads were turning. While most of the girls were wearing jeans or leggings with a sweater, here I was, totally slutted out. A lot of my friends were surprised to see someone in sluttwear and when they realized it was me, they were totally shocked. “OMG, is that really you, Gina?” “You, you...really changed.” “You used to be so innocent, what they hell happened?” “I can’t believe what you’re wearing, I don’t even have outfits like that.”
Even the guys had to pick up their jaws when they saw me. “Holy shit, did someone order a stripper?” “Wait a minute, I recognize her.” “Didn’t she used to wear glasses?” “Shit, is that Gina?!” “OMG, you can see right through that skirt!” “Is she a prostitute now?” “I bet she must have an Only Fans page.” “Wait, didn’t she used to be a nerd?” “Geez, she looks like a total slut now.” “Damn, I wanna get me some of that!”
As the guys started getting closing in on me, I mentioned that I was here with my “boyfriend” and he was going be here any minute now….and right on cue, Ben made his grand entrance. Not expecting to see a massively built and gangster looking black man enter the house, many of the guys stopped in their tracks before they could get any closer to me. Towering over everyone there, he gave a somewhat menacing stare and made eye contact with every guy in the room. He then wrapped one hand around my waist with the fingers sliding through the high leg openings of my bodysuit, as if to remind all the guys who I belonged to. Even my girlfriends were shocked to see me with an older black guy who was ten times my size.
I then broke the ice by saying, “Everyone this is my boyfriend Ben. We met in college. If you haven’t guessed, he’s a basketball player. He’s only here for a few days and then has to fly back to campus to play a game.” That was followed by a nervous and collective sounding, “Hi” from everyone.
Had it not been for the music playing, you could probably hear a lot of whispering going on. “No fucking way! She’s seeing that guy?” “I think she’s more than just seeing him, dude.” “Her head barely comes up to his chest.” “I didn’t think she, of all people, would be into black guys.” “Isn’t she she kinda young for him?” “What’s gotten into her?” “He’s what’s gotten into her. Just look at her jewelry. She’s totally into black guys.” “How did she become such a slut?” “Is he her pimp or something?”
I slowly made my rounds, greeting my friends who I hadn’t seen since graduation. All the while, Ben patiently hovered over me like my personal bodyguard. I could tell he was getting a little antsy. After all, this wasn’t his type of crowd. I suggested we have a few drinks and relax for a bit. When we finally got to sit down on a couch together, I faced Ben and snuggled right up next his chest with my knees partially in his lap. I looked like a little chihuahua next to a massive pit bull. But I loved it because he made me feel safe and secure.
By now, word was getting around the party about me and Ben. As more people showed up, many of them, especially the guys would swoop on by just to catch a glimpse of me, so they could believe it with their own eyes. Many of them looked like they recognized me but they weren’t sure. But I recognized all of them. It seemed like some of them wanted to approach me to chat, but when they took one look at Ben, they thought twice about it.
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