My Roommate is Hot
While Andy was the 6’0” brown-eyed, dirty-blond-haired, talented defenseman and jovial guy every girl wanted to get with, I was a little different.
I stood by the sides and kind of commanded attention. I moved silently, but that didn’t stop the girls from flocking around me. And I took advantage.
In short, we were the school hoes—the kind parents warned their girls about. But the same girls were ready to lose their pants in a second if asked.
“We’re running late, dude. All the good pussies will be gone by the time we get there,” Andy complained, grabbing one of my caps from the wardrobe.
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