The Adventures of Dennis Part 1--Janis
Date: 6/10/2017, Categories: First Time, Hardcore, Mature, Author: gdmon8, Source: xHamster
My buddy Jason and I sat on a porch outside a house party in November, watching the partygoers exit a house party. We were drinking scotch and coke and I was numerous sheets to the wind. Jason burped. “I’m gonna flunk that test tomorrow,” he said. I watched the legs of the girls wandering outside. A few of them stumbled on the doorstep like d***ken high-schoolers (which was basically what we still were, as freshmen ages 18 to 19), some of them were helped out by their equally smashed, wonky boyfriends (or guys who wished they were their boyfriends), and others exited smoothly and without any help, thank you. Many wore those tight black silk pants that are a continuing fad among the hip middle class female set. But a surprising number wore skirts"short skirts"although it was a cold night. A girl in a flannel Irish skirt walked out. Her bare legs were thick and curvy at the top and smoothed out in to lean running legs as her lower legs curved in to her feet. She wore black shoes that looked like particularly warm slippers. She wore a backwards Red Sox cap that looked like it didn’t belong to her. I wondered why she was dressed like she was in Boston and had stepped out of line from an Irish marching band. She had red hair and freckles and chatted with two other girls. She seemed more sober than her friends. “Look at the legs on that one,” Jason said. Jason had no tact whatsoever. They probably heard him. But I was surprised someone else cared about legs as much as I ... did. “Yeah,” I responded. “They’re really something.” In a moment of utter cockiness, I called to the girl in the flannel skirt. “Ms. O’ Brien! What’s your first name?” She and her friends looked toward me, perplexed. “Janis…” she said eventually. “Hi.” I raised my beer. “Great to make your acquaintance, Janis.” “Yeah,” she said, sort of smiling. “Same.” “You ladies get home safe,” I said. I can sound like a dick if I want, like a smooth operator if I want, like a d***k teenager if I want (which is being myself), or like a cop, if I really want. Janis and her friends trotted off to a car at the far end of the driveway and I could tell by the way she walked that I had been all four to her. I knew at that point that somehow, some way, I would bang Janis before the year was up. During most of the fall semester I was pretty diligent about going to classes and studying, I was kind of serious about not smoking as much pot as I had in high school and not getting arrested for it as I had once. But gradually that all went out the window because the school I go to (I'm not going to name it. It's somewhere in the Midwest), is one of the hardest partying institutions in the country. By the end of October I was crashing my bike in to the student lounge because I was d***k and getting written up by the campus cops for playing beer pong outside, in the parking lot, with four other people. I was/am ridiculous. One of the people I played beer pong with that night was none other than Janis. We ...