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unbelievably good. Better than chocolate and more addicting. And he had such promise for being good naughty. I'd like naughty sex. Hell, I'd like any kind of sex with him!
    Cassie pressed her knees together as her uncontained thoughts of him started to make her cunt wet and throb that it ached. She remembered grinding her ass and crotch against his hardened manhood through his jeans. It was maddening, how wild and wanton she had been with him last night.
    She sighed. You cannot hold your liquor, OR your hangover, sister.
    Later again, she grabbed a thick and heavy class book to study and get her mind distracted. She took care and had a reasonable pride in her ability to stay focused and précised whenever she was studying. And anyway, she really wasn’t the kind of girl who fantasized too much. She suffered only the occasional day dreams and her feet always reached back for solid earth. It resulted into high grades and honors when she graduated.
    That’s why her parents hadn’t minded footing the bill for her to come here and study in a better, more expensive school. They had been glad when a great apartment had come available. She wouldn’t be in a dorm with all those “possible negative influences.”
    “Only one more week, Cassie dear. If you don’t get a good, safe apartment in one more week, you’re coming straight back home.”
    But she soon realized that even studying wasn’t working. Her focus kept unraveling and slipping into all the wrong places. She was thinking of the hunk again when she caught herself staring at the book and not reading.
    “He was hot… but not that hot. Was he?” she asked the room.
    No one answered, of course, but her body reacted and started to throb and ache again when she thought how it would have been like had she brought him here and they fucked each other like crazy all night long.
    She would have felt like this in the morning, she conceded, if that really had happened.
    But it did not happen, according to Lauren. And her friend had no reason to lie about something like that.
    Her textbook slipped from her fingers and clunked unto to the floor, pages bent, when she suddenly realized that her cunt felt exactly like she’d had a big man with a big cock fucking her all night. That hunk had felt big against her. And he’d felt really strong and athletic.
    “Ahh, you’re stupid, Cassie. How could you accuse the man if you can’t even remember anything? He never could get in without a key.”
    Something still kept bothering her and she tried to focus on what it was. But it kept slipping away when it felt like she was getting a grasp on it.
    I am tired. I am so fucking exhausted. Perk up, already.
    She stood up and washed the dish she had been eating from, took another quick shower just to wash off any lingering thought of icky things, and put on a lightweight, oversized shirt. She meant to fully dry her hair but her hair dryer’s whining loudness hurt her head. She took two more aspirins and decided to let her hair dry on its own.
    Okay, Cassie. Stop fighting it. You’ve partied too hard and just need to sleep the rest of the day. Hopefully, you won’t wake till Monday morning, when you’ll feel totally fine. Oh, alarm.
    Good, responsible girl that she was, she made certain her alarm was set, just in case. Then she gently laid her head on the pillow.
    About ten seconds later, she finally grasped that vague thought that kept getting away like a slithery snake. She kept thinking about it until she was half-asleep. Just before she completely dozed off, some slid into place, like a puzzle’s missing pieces.
    I may have been able to take off my blouse and even rip up and lose my panties. But, really, how strong could I get, even violent drunk, to rip a bra strap in two? Or ram my tits into a wall? Or masturbate so hard that it hurt to pee?
    She shifted herself around the bed trying to get comfortable. Her sore tits were not happy. She drifted off and fell into an odd dream, must