Lars looked around. Tony didn't tell him there was a party at the frat. He ignored the noise and went straight to Tony's room.
"Lars," Tony greeted cheerfully.
"Got it?"
"Getting it." Tony rooted through his sock drawer. "You should hang out. This party's just getting crunk."
Lars winced at Tony's slang. "What the fuck did you just say?"
Tony giggled. "This party's just getting started. There are some hot bitches here, man. Check it out." Tony handed Lars a small white bag.
"I dunno. All I see are hags and fags."
"Hey, don't talk about my bros that way, dude."
"Even Fenton?" Both pairs of eyes drifted to a dorky looking young man who was attempting to dance with a girl who was slowly backing away. They chuckled.
"Nah, Fenton's just a rushee, and he's not gonna make it. Hey, you want 'fried' with that? Maybe for your lady?" he said, holding up a bag of weed.
"Nah. Only thing the ladies get to smoke is my cock. Lates."
"Late." Lars left his room and, out of sheer curiosity, walked through the main room where about two couples were dancing and the rest were talking, smoking, and the like.
Lars instantly noticed a redhead (thin, nice breasts, of course) who was looking at him through her peripheral vision. She had a dark sexiness about her. Perhaps it was the green eyes surrounded by a caking of black mascara. She looked dark without being "goth." She exuded a sensual aura. But should he make a move?
His dick twitched as she sucked her pink lips. He had to fuck her. He always trusted his dick's judgment.
Lars went back to Tony's room, but he wasn't there. He went back to the main room and saw he was chatting up some cute hippie bitch with dreads.
"Yo," Lars told him.
"What?"
"What do you know about that redhead over there?" Tony smiled.
"Oh shit, Lars spots a cutie... No, I don't know that chick, but you gonna try to flirt with her?"
"Hah, no." Lars spoke quietly so the alterna-bitch next to him couldn't hear. "See, flirting is like foreplay. And foreplay is for bitches." Lars winked and left the two.
Lars was a human male. And like any human male, he occasionally needed to act flirty and genial and uncharacteristically shy. But with his chiseled features, he often needed nothing more than to be his cold self. This time would be no different. If it didn't work and she was turned off, he would say "fuck it" and go home. He had a feeling, though, that it would work this time.
Lars took a stance a few feet away from the girl. He stared at her waiting for her to notice. He wished he had a drink or something to nurse while he was waiting but he didn't want to go get a drink just to use as a prop. That was fake flirty shit.
The girl continued looking at him every few seconds until she noticed he was staring directly at her. She acted different then. She tossed her hair, looked twice, and then obviously stopped listening to the conversation she had previously been listening in on. Her head drifted back and forth as she grew more uncomfortable with his eyes directly on her. She bit her lip, shifted her dress and tried really hard to look away. Lars licked his lips.
She inadvertently licked her lips and smiled. She stood up from her seat on the couch, said something to her friends, who nodded and walked into the hallway, looking once behind her to see if he was still there. He followed her.
Walking down the hallway, which was less crowded than the previous room, she looked once again behind her and, seeing him following behind, put an extra "oomph" in her step, swaying her cute ass with each step. She entered a bathroom and closed the door part of the way.
But not all the way.
Seeing the crack of the door, he looked around to see if anyone was watching, and entered. He didn't know why he looked around. It didn't make a difference if other people saw what he was about to do.
She was waiting for him. He shut the door behind him while staring at her in the dim bathroom light, then pulled her in for a long slow kiss. She kissed him back strongly, then became limp when he ran his hands down her body, grabbing tight hold of her ass. She took a breath as they parted. He locked the door and kissed her again. She was panting and moving her hands across her crotch when he broke again. She was ripe for the taking.
He began breathing raggedly, feeling the animal in himself emerge. It was never very far below the surface.
He growled as he tossed the girl onto the sink, turning her so she faced the mirror. He fumbled with his zipper and belt. He pulled his dick out and looked up to see that she had pulled her jeans down and her bare ass was pointing at him. She then said her first words to him...
"I want it," she whimpered, looking back at him as if she had already cum and was waiting for more. But who knew? Maybe she had cum.
Lars wasted no time in ramming his dick home into her cunt. She was quiet at first, breathing hard, but began moaning at a normal speaking tone. He paid her moaning no mind. The party was loud and there was no danger of being heard unless she moaned any louder.
Her moans were punctured by her rapid exhaling every time he pressed her body against the sink, first sounding like a dull pain that was aching her. Then her pitch went higher and it sounded like she was crying while he rammed his fuckstick up her juiced-up cunt. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her hair back. She looked back at him and he licked her face without stopping his constant penetrating of her cunt. She whimpered while this happened and suddenly she felt different to him. He tried to figure out what it was, but then he felt the wetness of her cumming all over his cock. He smiled.
Girl juice ran down her thighs and he let go of her hair so that he could grab hold of her haunches and keep his rhythm steady. He banged harder and faster into her, and she responded accordingly, her whimpers becoming moaning cries again. Her staccato screams were music to his ears.
The girl's body shook, not only from the repeated collision of his body with hers, but from another orgasm that ripped through her very center. Lars then pulled her close, her round ass pressing against his thighs and banged into her a for a few more strokes as he shot his seed into her womb.
He pulled up his pants and pulled out a cig as she dazedly redressed. He offered her a smoke and she took it. The two lit up in the small, dim bathroom.
"Thanks," he said, opening the bathroom door. He left the bathroom and headed out the door. What a great fuck. And she didn't even want any messy relationship bullshit...
"Wait," he heard a voice say. The girl, her hair still slightly in disarray, ran up to him in her high heels. She brushed a lock of hair out of her face and searched her purse. "I... uh..." She found a pen, grabbed his hand, and wrote her number on his palm. "Call me the next time your dick gets hard." She went back to the party.
He looked at the writing on his palm. She didn't leave a name. It was just as well. He wouldn't likely call her.