College Girl Story นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Thinking it was one of Cassie's one night stands coming to plead again I move to say my usual mantra to them. It's irritating how obsessed they get over her after just one night but then she was Cassie afterall the most beautiful and popular girl in college, once upon a time they had both been nerdy freshmen, quiet and invincible both trying to figure out how college life worked but then all of a sudden Cassie learnt the art of changing her current friend cycle, she learnt how to tame those stubborn glorious curls of hers and do her makeup and then boom. She was the hottest girl in college!

There was a good chance that Xavier had cheated on me! I forced myself to stand up straight, twisted over and took a serious look at the young girl next to me. I saw that she looked eighteen or nineteen years old, her body was almost overflowing with youthfulness and youthfulness, her face was full of watery collagen, very much the way I looked when I was just starting college. I remember when I first went to college but it caused a stir, I was a variety of passers-by sneak peek photos hung in the school forum for several days.

I had no idea how she had found out that I worked at a club but what baffled me the most was how she had managed to twist the entire story to fit her own devious schemes. Whispers followed me the second I stepped into the school hallway. Low murmurs, stifled laughter, and not-so-quiet insults trailed behind me and I struggled to keep my gaze to the floor and not react to the stinging jabs. “She’s the stripper girl.” “Guess she thought flashing an elite would get her somewhere. Must be where she came to this college, probably looking for an elite, they're not even interested in her” “Look at her. She doesn’t even deny it.”

I gather my shivering self, my head down as I walk out of the party in shame, my clothes drenched in alcohol, my heart shattered. Once outside, it starts to drizzle, and I try not to cry, but it's so hard. I f*el so miserable. I got cheated on and humiliated on my birthday. I guess the nineteenth love theory is true after all—that silly idea Kate always teased me about, how your love life peaks or crashes at nineteen. As I walk under the drizzle turned rain, I vow in my sore heart that Maxwell will regret dumping me for a college hottie... because in four weeks, I am going to college. And I'm going to be the next college IT girl. Except I can't afford a top college f*e like Maxwell.

She smiled again, "well, here's what I was thinking. I'll keep these out. Stare as long as you like. And while you're doing that, why don't you tell me another sexy story. You can choose. Just tell me about a memorable encounter." My brain wasn't exactly firing on all cylinders, so it took me a bit to come up with a story to share, but I eventually thought of one. I began to tell her, haltingly at first, about the time my freshmen year of college when a sophomore girl I had just met led me into a closet in a dorm room and gave me an unexpected blowjob. Before I had even got a few sentences into the story, Naomi interrupted me. "Jake, you should really feel free to...you know...touch yourself

She wrapped her hand around my waist and pressed her breast toward my side. “So how was college or how is college?” She asked me “It is amazing…European chicks are so hot and they play rugby there…” I told her about my friends and my daily life “Hey Kristy…even though they are hot…they are sluts only few girls are as beautiful as you” Her eyes sparkled when I said that and she hugged me tightly. We watched the movie in silence after that and I gulped down couple of beers. She refused to have any beer and put another movie on after Inception

(And I surely didn’t want her to pull back either! The story involved a woman in college who had gotten fired from her waitress job and was having trouble making ends meet. She moved in with one of her friends and her husband for a time—taking their extra bedroom. Of course, one thing led to another and before the story was halfway through, the three of them were sharing a bed and a home in a continual fuck-fest. I felt Carrie squirming against my back as she read. I could almost feel the hardness of her nipples through the thin fabric of her shirt. I groaned out loud as her hand pulled slowly out of my shorts to push back a wisp of hair that had fallen across her eyes.

"After the blood loss kills you, I'll cut you up and feed you to the dogs! Then, I'll melt your bones in acid. I'll make sure not a single trace of you is left in this world!" She raised her knife and went straight to my throat. The cold gleam of metal was blinding me, and I instinctively squeezed my eyes shut. I was expecting pain, but none came. Instead, the worried voice of my advisor echoed in my ears. "It's alright now, Dakota. You'll be alright!" The wound on my leg took a week of hospital stay to heal. My advisor told me the campus had expelled Holly. I could sue her for aggravated assault, or I could drop the case. It was my choice.

Due to that, I got a seat in this beautiful place. Well, I was eager then. I have heard people saying that many great love stories start blooming in this college and I badly wanted mine to bloom here. I was not interested in any kind of friendship or bullshit, I just wanted one thing, a girl, who would be my possession and I was damn sure I would get it. And wow, the first day of college didn't disappoint me at all.

Sheila's POV: I have so many dreams about my college life before I entered this campus. I even believed I would find my best man here but all my dreams turned upside down. Now all I want is to come out of this hell without any harm. Sighing heavily I thought to cross the road when all of the sudden-- "What the hell!!!" I shrieked looking at the red car which has gone far away not even bothered to check whether I died or still has my breath. I could hear the hefty pounding of my heartbeat.