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BLADE
I wokeup to the smell of cheap beer mixed with perfume, blonde hair across my chest, and a raging headache.
The girl snored into my armpit as I winced my eyes, struggling to see the alarm clock on the nightstand beside me. Not that it really mattered. History had a way of repeating itself, so it was probably well past noon. I didn’t need the damn clock to relay the same information that the blazing hot sun did.
From the sounds of it, my fraternity brothers at Omicron Alpha were dealing with the mess from last night’s party. From downstairs, empty beer cans could be heard clanking against each other as they were stuffed into oversized garbage bags, furniture scraped across the hardwood as it was put back into place, and the stacking of red plastic cups was all too familiar. And even though my latest conquest’s snoring could wake the dead, the sexual frustration in my brothers’ voices was palpable.
None of them had gotten laid last night.
Amateurs.
Every year, freshman would line up to rush Omicron. The fraternity’s reputation preceded itself. Horny first-year students believed pledging Omicron was a one-way ticket to an endless buffet of co-ed depravity, but the truth was that it took so much more than a name.
My left arm tingled underneath the weight of the nameless girl curled up next to me. Her hands, with fingernails painted a chipped red, clung onto my naked chest for dear life. Her eyes fluttered, on the verge of waking up. She’d more than overstayed her welcome but I wasn’t the type to mercilessly throw a woman out of my bed.
She let out a stifled yawn before rolling over and toppling onto the floor, her massive breasts cushioning the fall.
“Fuck, that hurt!”
I peeked over the side of the bed to find her face-first in a pair of panties. Her ass was just as voluptuous and delicious as her breasts. It’s unfortunate that the majority of the night was a blur. The only reason I could be certain that we even fucked was because of the used condom lying on the floor.
The girl on the floor groggily yanked the panties off her face and slid into them, giving me a full view of her pussy.
“Thanks again for last night, BK. Text me.”
BK stood for Bedroom King, the nickname given to me by my frat brothers. Essentially, I got a lot of ass. More than most. And I didn’t have to work very hard to get it. Mom always said I had been blessed with good looks and a charming personality. As a boy, that got me out of a lot of trouble; and as a man, it got me a lot of pussy.
Her gorgeous tits pressed up against my pecs as we kissed goodbye.
“You got it, babe.”
Now, the odds of me texting her back were slim, namely because I couldn’t even remember her name. Odds were that I had her number saved somewhere in my phone. If she were to text me, I’d pry a name out of her and pretend as if I had known it all along.
I cradled my head in my hands as I caught a glimpse of a sight to behold across the room.
Sprawled out on my roommate Aiden’s bed were two busty, curvy, and naked brunettes. Their bodies tangled with each other, the silky sheets barely covering them. Aiden was nowhere to be found, as if the two women took over his bed without giving him the satisfaction of sleeping with them.
They slowly opened their eyes in unison before smiling at me from across the room.
“Hey, Blade.”
“Last night was amazing, baby.”
I winked at them, “I aim to please, ladies.”
The girls pulled themselves together, climbed into their clothing, and made their way over to my bed. I sat up, pulling the sheets over myself as they approached, one on each side of me. They each took their turn kissing me, and then giving me their phone numbers. A guy could never have too many backups. My only problem was remembering their names whenever I ran into them on campus, which I usually felt bad about. Not out of guilt, but rather because it would serve as a roadblock to a repeat performance.
Aiden walked in a few minutes later as I pulled a shirt over my head. “Tell me you fucked all three of them last night, bro.”
I smiled and he threw his head back laughing, “Holy shit, man. I swear you’ve been blessed by the gods or some shit.”
“I don’t know about that.” I rubbed at the bridge of my nose, “What about you? Did you get some?”
“Of course, man. Kinda wish I’d been in your shoes last night, though.”
I scrolled through social media, catching up on the highlights of the night prior, and shrugged my shoulders. “At least you got laid last night, which is more than what our brothers downstairs can say.”
“Have you been downstairs yet? The living room looks like a landfill and smells like vomit.”
