Chapter 2

What I did know was that Valeria needed comforting. I went in for another hug but she stopped me, horrified, “You’ve got stuff all over you.”

Naturally, I returned to staring at her full chest, “You’ve got some on you too.”

She started screaming hysterically, “Uuugh! Get it off! Off!” I still didn’t have a towel and my hands kinda flailed in the air to make the point.

“Just how should I do that? Lick it?”

She was panicked, “Yes, lick my boobs, Andrew. I’ll be more than your best friend.” She still didn’t mean it. And it still made my stomach jump for joy.

More importantly, she knew my name. I was so happy. And I really did want to lick her boobs more than anything. The outside world faded away and I forgot everything except her bouncy boobs, and then for no particular reason I started with the left one. I licked all around the magnificent hanging orb, paying special attention to my favorite part, the underboob, and finally finishing with her nipple which I licked, then sucked. Finishing that, I announced, “One down!”

Turning my attention to the other hefty breast I dove in starting with the sexy heaving underboob this time. I traced an erotic trail up and around until I reached the top, “Hey! There’s something wet here.”

“Oh right, Andrew. I spilled my drink. That’s why you’re helping me out. You offered to lick it off. Remember?”

“Oh, yea, of course. Worst tasting drink ever.” And I proceeded to bathe her entire boob with my tongue, cleaning it completely so it was now as pure as the other. I tell you, for my first oral assault on a pair of headlights I lucked out with a truly amazing set. Again, I wasn’t aware of all that was going on around me.

She was relieved to be cleansed and she thanked me sweetly. Then added, “We never did finish what we came in here for.” And she punctuated that thought with a frown. “What’ya say we go find another hot dog for you?” Now she smiled so expectantly I just couldn’t disappoint her.

We went back out into the main room, both of us teetering a bit. Just then Patel announced the third dirty t-shirt contest.

I swear a hush spread over the crowd until someone yelled, “No need for a vote. Cum-boy’s definitely got the dirtiest shirt!.” They all went wild.

I looked around to see who had won and I guess my inherited shirt won again. It was my lucky day. I won another gift card – this one was to a local hot dog place. For my wish I held Valeria’s hand up in the air and declared, “I want to stay next to this girl forever.” As fate would have it the universe would later conspire to put us on that path. But more about that later.

A nameless partier put a bottle in my hand. They gave Valeria one too.

Valeria clapped her hands excitedly for me. Then she called out to everyone there while pointing to one particular guy, “Anyone else wanna feed my friend here?”

She had called me her friend. Was that good or bad? I didn’t want to be friend zoned.

The guy she was pointing to had yet another hot dog themed shirt – well, a bbq apron, but who cares? It showed a picture of a hot dog frank and the words were, “I can’t wait to get my meat in your mouth.”

Next, she was looking me straight in the eyes, talking loudly, “Are you hungry for hot dog?”

You would not believe how funny everyone thought that was. They were chanting, “Feed the boy.. Feed the boy..”

The potential love of my life was still talking over the din, “You can’t refuse if so many people want you to. Think of your fans.”

I answered foolishly, “I guess a hot dog. Or a taco. Will you eat it with me?” The people thought that was even funnier and they changed their chant to, “Feed them both.. have them share..”

It sounded like a good idea. A first date of sorts to share a meal. So I told her, “You can’t refuse. Think of your fans.” I never saw the inconsistency between what the people were demanding and my own interpretation at the time.

I took the now happless girl by the arm and led her over to a coffee table stacked with hot dogs. Encouraging her to kneel down by the low table I proclaimed in a drunken voice, “There’s no tacos!”

More people laughed while a couple guys carted the table away to make room for us two. I brushed a lock of gorgeous black hair away from her perfect face tenderly while she looked out into the crowd, ignoring me. She would later explain that she was searching for a friendly face in the room to save us.

All at once meat-man was standing in front of us with a pretty standard seven inch pole on display. At that point I was blinded by the lights of a hundred phone cameras. Valeria, who I wanted so much to like me, pointed it at my face, “You first.”

People chanted again, but when I looked for guidance to the one person who mattered to me, she said, “Go ahead. Suck it.”

With the subtlest urging from her hand on my shoulder, I took the sexual knob in my mouth and gave it a good long suck before releasing it.

Someone out there now turned his attention to Valeria, “You said you could do great things with your mouth. Let’s see it, slut.”

Taking a big shuddering breath she buried the end in her mouth in one quick attempt. I couldn’t believe how sexy her lips looked wrapped around a huge piece of meat. I could watch that scene forever.

Unfortunately it ended when she pulled off the shiny dick with a pop. “There! Are you all satisfied now?”

From my left this girl I’d seen Valeria with when she first entered the party, a girl I thought was her friend, answered the question, “Not at all. We wanna see you two share it.”

I was mesmerized by the spit slicked shaft, really more by the saliva that belonged to my dream girl. I figured putting that wetness in my mouth would be the next best thing to kissing her. So I turned my head and gave the side of that cock a passionate open mouthed kiss.

A second later Valeria was kissing the other side directly across from me. I opened just a little wider and my overwrought lips finally made contact with hers. Together we slid up and down that cockshaft, always with our lips in ecstatic contact with each other’s.

I reached out to grope the objects of my pent up desire knowing at that moment that this was the best night of my life. My dick was tenting my pants. Her eyes were smoldering, staring intently into mine as our foreheads bumped.

We worked up a rhythm moving back and forth until I realized that if we moved to the very tip our kiss would become real. Mashing our lips together, only a tiny part of the slippery crown interrupted our lovemaking. I hugged her body close to mine and had to reposition slightly to interlace our knees. It was that action which moved our bodies slightly closer to the owner of the cock. It was getting closer which caused the head to yet again peek out from between us. And it was that peeking which caused his ropey cum to shoot out across the room, landing on the pile of hot dogs which would now never be eaten. It was also that long cum-shot which made the dirty event that much more photogenic.

After that we kinda slinked away into a dark corner to avoid the limelight. Except that people kept making crude jokes or outright asking us to suck their cocks.

Finally I’d had enough, “Let’s get out of here.” Holding hands we walked the quad in silence until we found a quiet place to decompress in the library. She apologized profusely for the way she treated me and I forgave her. She said she thought it was just college hijinx – until it wasn’t. We talked all night and got to know each other as real people.

By the next day everyone on campus referred to us as cum-boy and wiener girl. And from that day on she and I were made fun of or propositioned wherever we went. We spent all of our time together. We did eventually transfer to another school where we are still together.

We have tons of great sex and sometimes we go down to the adult arcade where we swallow big wieners together in secret. It always makes us feel especially close to relive the time that made us a couple. But our trips to the ABS are another story.

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