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The excitement that fills my body when thinking about the dripping wet freshman girls and endless amounts of Natty during Welcome Week will never be topped. Coming back to school is always incredible. But in my not-so-humble opinion, coming back for Welcome Week as a sophomore is as good as it gets.
Maybe I’m biased; what happened to me when I came back doesn’t happen every day.
During orientation, my school enslaves the Greek community by forcing us to move the entire freshman class into their respective residence halls. To assist in the effort, each house has to send 15-20 representatives, which just so happens to be the average size of a pledge class. So, of course the sophomores are stuck doing this task that we thought would be extremely sh*tty. We didn’t realize that by doing this we would have the exclusive opportunity to scope out and meet all of the sexy, barely legal girls that would eventually be drunkenly wandering our halls looking for food, weed, and dick.
We met plenty of girls and ended up getting a modest amount of numbers—but what I got out of that day ended up being a lot more.
That night we had a banger at one of our satellite houses that ended up being pretty decent. This Asian chick that I had helped move was there and was sloppy as hell. Apparently she was so grateful for the help that she thought it would be appropriate if we 69ed on the bathroom floor. After some good ‘ol fashioned nasty foreplay we decided to leave the bathroom floor for a change of setting; this is where sh*t gets weird.
We started walking back to my house when, I think both of us realized that we couldn’t wait that long to f*ck. After getting about 100 yards from the party, I decided my raging man couldn’t wait any longer to enter her temple. She was beggin’ for it and I obliged.
We have a unique campus in that it’s actually on a mountain, and even though it wasn’t a clear night, the view from some parts of campus was especially spectacular. I ended up railing her on the top of grassy hill in between two massive freshman dorms complexes and right next to the food court. We had quite the audience—partly because the night was winding down and people were headed home after the party and partly because her moans/ squeaks were rather loud.
I woke up the next morning with massive cuts all over my knees from the rather unique setting I chose for my first bang of the year. Anyway, I guess the audience liked what they saw; I ended up nailing about five of the 10 girls on the hall that I was directly in front of that night.
Needless to say, I will be helping the freshman move in the rest of my time here at school.