Freshman Girl
Freshman Girl By: DamonX ([email protected]) “No. No. No. Maybe if I was drunk. No. No.” Reaching my hands up and placing them lazily behind my head, I reclined against the large oak tree at my back and continued to check out the steady stream of girls walking past me. “No.Yes. No.” I said to myself, as a trio of eighteen year olds made their way past, casting a few flirtatious glances my way. I loved the beginning of the College year. No studying, the weather’s nice, and best of all, the place is filled with new impressionable freshman girls. I think deep down inside, that’s what made me decide to come back to complete my Master’s degree. Not a thirst for knowledge or a desire to make more money (although that was a nice bonus), …