Frat Party
He met her at Saturday night frat house party, the first mixer of the year, when the prettiest new girls on campus were invited for the guys to “mount a few trophies” in their rooms. Tall, slim as a whip with shoulder length black hair, liquid dark brown eyes and a faint Spanish accent, she looked like a model. The taut firm breasts and ass pressing against her expensive dark grey dress were obviously unconstrained by underwear. She wore open-toed high heeled sandals that made her taller, stretching her already long legs ‘til it seemed they went forever up heaven-ward. She had a small mouth, dark red lipstick and rouged high cheekbones. Every guy in the room had his eye on her, even ones with steady girlfriends. When Ed walked up and asked her if …