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After the painful process of transferring schools, I found myself a sophomore at transfer orientation. I was pretty pumped to be going to an elite SEC academic school, also knowing that 90 percent of the girls
would be blonde, blue-eyed, and drive either a Range Rover or G Wagon that daddy bought hem for their Sweet Sixteen. Arriving on campus, I immediately started scouting the talent and my high expectations were easily met.
While walking around campus, I noticed one girl that stood out to me — the type that if I ever ran into in the right situation, I would make sure to be on my A-Game. Just my luck (I must have been living right or something), on the second night of orientation I met with a few people on my hall and went down to the dorms to a small gathering of sorts. This chick was sitting right inside and long story short, I ended up taking her downtown to a local bar and later back to her room.
This chick was not a virgin of any sort if you catch my drift. After raw-dogging her a few different times and leaving no single drop of my manlyhood anywhere but in her mouth, I was getting dressed and ready to leave
when she said, “I need to tell you something.”
“OH SH*T, SH*T, SH*T, F*CK, F*CK, F*CK!!!” starting gong through my head. What did she have, herpes or something?
No. She proceeded to tell me that she had her own p*rn site.
“Hell yeah!” I though,t grabbing her Macbook ready to check it out. Unfortunately she refused to tell me the site or her name, but I was confident that with enough research I would be able to find it. No. No, I wasn't able to find it, but after joining a fraternity and having three different pledge classes searching for it (the only pledge task I asked of them) one of my pledges found that damn site.
Instantly becoming a legend among my chapter who initially told my I was a liar, it spread like wildfire and it wasn't long before it got back to this girl — who promptly had it taken down. Let me say that she wasn't too happy with me, but after about a semester of things blowing over I was able to get in her pants again like any old bro would, although I probably shouldn't be too surprised about that considering who she was.