I approached the dance floor which usually means business. After dancing with a few uninteresting girls, my eyes scoured the floor and met the eyes of an exotic, olive skinned Latina, who returned a sexual inviting stare. I played it cool and moonwalked into her to the tune of Billie Jean. We started dancing and within minutes our lips were locked. At this point I was hammered drunk, decide to go outside for some fresh air and see my boy makin out wit some chick outside, so far the night was going swell. I returned inside and began dancing with the ever so busty latina. We began kissing again and the next thing I know I am sitting on the bus next to her and I am freestyling to her and others near by. We get to our final destination and we walk off the bus and she asks me if I would like to come over.
We walk into her building and its not a regular apartment building, after seeing the composites on the wall I realize I am inside a sorority house. She takes me into her room, which was almost pitch black and we get in her twin bed and begin undressing each other. Thats when the stench came. The girl smelled like third world BO. I was a little disgusted, but the combination of the alcohol and the erection quickly got me used to the horrid smell. Meanwhile, I heard noise from the other side of her room, and I asked her what that was. She replied, "Don't worry, it's just my roommate," who I could tell was having trouble falling asleep. I felt wild next to this animal, who fucked like an animal and I gave her what she needed.
I fell asleep right after and woke up what seemed like five minutes later confused at my surrounding. The latina was snoring like my father and the smell got worse. I felt like a zookeeper who snuck into the gorillas cage. I couldn't believe where I was and decided I had to leave. I snuck out of bed, quietly put on my clothes and walked out of the sorority house. It was 7 in the morning on a saturday and didn't want to wake my roommates, I walked the 45 min back to my place and showered for an hour.
When its spurm of the moment, its spurm of the moment.
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