The New Team Slut

Classes are set to begin in a couple days. I'm leaving Tillman Hall after registering for classes. I begin the long walk across campus to the Training Table (Our team cafeteria).

This time of year is a fury of activity. We upperclassmen call this Fresh Meat Week. All the new coeds, whom we refer to as Bambi's, are wide eyed and bushy tails, finally out of their parents reach with a new found sense of independence.

As I approach the sidewalk that crosses the Quad, I see her coming. I do a double take to make sure I'm seeing what I think I'm seeing. My vision isn't betraying me.

We close our distance. I see long straight blonde locks, beautiful sun- kissed tanned skin. Angelina Jolie like thick lips.

I look away briefly, not wanting to scare her. When I turn my eyes back, she is 20 feet away. The co-ed is looking right at me with a 1000 watt smile, perfect pearly whites and glistening green piercing eyes.

I offer a head nod and a warm smile. The beautiful babe walks by. I think (if the back looks as good as the front, I will track her down right now).

As I turn my head and laser focus on her back side. BINGO! Porn Star ass with blue jean cut off booty shorts displaying ass cheeks that are a first ballad Ass of Fame.

I stop to admire while Mr. Johnson begins to stand at attention. It's as if each twist of her gorgeous gait is in slow motion.

This extra-terrestrial must feel my eyes undressing, peeling off her tight shorty shorts.

She looks back and smiles, offering a cute wave as if she's familiar with your boy.

My mouth begins to water like a lion seeing a delicious Bambi crossing his path. I begin to gallup towards the precious prey when I hear:

KINCAID! KINCAID!! I turn to see my new teammate Money.

Yo Kincaid, what up Dawg? Where is Tillman Hall? He asks.

I love all my teammates, but at this moment I wanted to kill him. Like the Haley's Comet, the mysterious blonde gone in a flash, maybe never to be seen again for another 70 years.

Tillman Hall, the largest building on campus and literally steps away. But like the beautiful blonde, Money is new to Tiger Town.

Come on Homie I will show you. I reply.

I walk my lil homie to the advisor he needed to meet. Pound him up, letting him know:

Come holla cause I will be blazin up after lunch. I say.

I have always had weed since 10th grade. My boy Bubba Jordan, from my hometown, had harvested some 20 lbs while still in high school. I have enjoyed a seemingly unlimited supply since. But I digress.

I walk into my apartment.

Hey Yo, some girl has been calling non stop the past hour. Big Shootie says.

Shootie, my room dawg from Baltimore. The term Yo is used like Dude if you're from B-more.

I promised her you would call as soon as you got here. Hurry up my Nigga, I need to call my baby mama.

Ok bruh bruh. I reply.

I retrieve the post it note from the fridge. Her name is Candy. I love her already: porn star, stripper name.

I call. She has a sweet country voice, a southern girl. My fave.

May I speak with Candy. I say.

Speaking. She replies.

Hey, I'm Tim Kincaid. I'm returning your phone call.

Super! I'm the girl you saw in the quad.

I was hoping it was you. How are you?

Doing fine now that I hear your voice. Candy replies.

How do you know me? I ask.

I will tell you when I see you. Can I come over?

Of course, Boo. I'm in Calhoun Courts, Apt 4C.

Do I need to bring anything? Candy asks.

No Baby, just your beautiful body is all that's required. I reply.

She giggles.

Super! See you in 30?

I immediately go over to E and Trains apartment( our 6'10" and 6'11" power forwards).

We had gone in last night on a case of Master Cylinders ie… 24 oz. Schlitz Malt Liquor Bull. (a favorite alcoholic beverage of my Ledbetter homies).

I've trained my Clemson teammates on the power of the Bull. I inform them of the sizzling Blonde-Bambi-Pawg coming over.

After taking their abuse and 4 shoulder punches. They refuse to give up any of the leftover Bulls.

After making a few promises concerning the PAWG, they relent. I secure the 4 Bulls, race back to my apartment carefully placing them in the freezer.

It's easier for the ladies to drink a Bull if they are nice and cold.

Next, I go to the music box, hidden in the closet, that doubles as a weed holder. This is my private collection only for the sexy special coeds. Candy definitely qualifies.

Big Shottie is preoccupied in his room with his headphones on practicing on the wheels of steel. I open the blinds in the living room and position myself on a bar stool to see her arrival.

I watch her approach, she has a smooth unassuming gait. Relaxed and confident.

She rings the doorbell as she waits for me to answer. The Pawg places some of her long locks behind her ears and adjusts her boobs, a full C cup.

Tight white Clemson Tee with ripped blue jean booty shorts and 3 inch white clogs that extenuates her fabulous fanny.

I open the door. She says the familiar phrase:

Tim Kincaid. She comes in for a hug like we're old friends.

Hey Miss Candy. You smell delicious. What are you wearing?

It's called Cotton Candy. You like it. She replies.

Hell yea girl you are already making me hungry. Come in Boo.

I usher her in and direct her to the sofa. She kicks off her clogs and takes a seat, sitting Indian style.

I know you. Candy says.

Oh really how? I ask.

I went to Crest High and watched your Hilltopper Team at the Dean Dome when y'all won state. Plus my parents are big IPTAY supporters so I follow the team.

Not to scare you or anything, but my number 1 mission when I was accepted here at Clemson was to meet you.

Wow, it's not every day a beautiful lady says her mission is to meet me. But please forgive me for staring. I couldn't help but notice. You have the most luscious lips I've ever seen.

Before we go any further, can I ask you a question. I say.

Of course Bae. Anything.

Come closer I want to whisper it in your ear. I reply.

Candy uncrosses her legs, stands up, walks to my personal space and straddles my lap. Puts her arms around my neck and whispers:

Is this close enough?

I reach my lips to hers while placing some of her long locks behind her ear. We kiss lips only at first. I move my hand to her nape and tenderly lick her neck. She purrs.

I go back to that gorgeous mouth. The Pawg freely gives tongue. I'm not sure if it's a sensory thing but she tastes the way she smells, like cotton candy. She says what I was thinking:

You taste yummy.

Candy is grinding her camel toe on my Johnson while I grab two handfuls of that phat ass, squeezing hard and tight. She latches those lips on my neck: sucking and biting; biting and sucking.

As we continue our necking session she whispers through kisses.

What question did you want to ask me?

I go to her mouth, placing my tongue so far down her throat. I know what the coed had for breakfast: French Toast.

I was gonna ask to kiss you. I reply.

Candy leans her body back and takes off her T-shirt. Her round tanned breasts look like they are something out of Playboy. My mouth goes to her nipples like a magnet. Biting then sucking. She gasps.

I have a question for you. She says breathlessly.

Anything sweetness. I reply, with a mouth full of boob.

She cups my face in her hands, kissing my mouth. Candy licks my neck and whispers in my ear. My eyes get big as saucers at her question.

At the same time Big Shootie comes walking down the hall.

Hey Yo, how do you spell "Unique"? He asks.

He turns the corner, enters the living room. Seeing the half-naked co-ed on my lap. Candy hops off my lap to cover herself.

Oh wow, sorry dawg. Didn't know you had company. He says.

Sean, meet Candy. Give us a minute. I reply.

He heads back down the hall.

UNIQUE. I yell.

Thanks Yo.

Candy is so cute curled up beside me like a sweet cuddly kitten.

We both stand up and I begrudgingly help put her t-shirt back on.

My God you are tall. She says.

My God you are delicious. I reply.

I give her a peck on the lips.

Would you like a drink? I ask.

Sure, I will have whatever you're having.

I'm having a beer. I reply.

Make it two.

I take out a couple of the Master Cylinders and chilled glasses.

Well belly up to the bar, good lady.

She reads: The Bull Malt Liquor, I've never tried it.

It's a favorite of my homies from Ledbetter. I think you will like it.

Ledbetter what's that, a town I've never heard of.

I smile.

Ledbetter is a road that runs approximately 2 miles inside the small town of Spindale. It's where I grew up.

Well today I'm one of your homies from Ledbetter she says.

I smile and pour two mugs of malt liquor. We cheers to Ledbetter. She watches me drink. I'm watching her drink and we are racing to see who will finish first. I was taught long ago to always allow the lady to finish first.

She finishes and puts her glass on the bar and I put my glass on the bar a few seconds later.

Boy I was thirsty. Let's have another.

Your wish is my command.

I pull out another Master Cylinder and fill up our mugs.

You know you haven't answered my question. Do I need to remind you what I asked?

Boo I don't think I will ever forget that question as long as I live.

Well, which one?

I want every inch of both.

I will drink to that. We drink every drop of our Bulls. She slurs her words.

Can you walk me to the little girls room?

Yes beautiful I reply.

I take her hand and lead her to the bathroom attached to my bedroom. She leaves the door open. She stumbles out of the bathroom.

Tim, where are you? She asked.

I'm here on the bed. I've got a treat for you.

I'm sitting on the corner of the bed with a doobie in my mouth. She jumps up and says:

Yay weed, I love you.

As we share the joint, Candy goes through my collection of cassette tapes. She eyes her favorite.

Oh my God Purple Rain. Can we play it please?

Of course anything for you princess. I reply.

A Princess listening to Prince. She says

You're so funny. I reply

And you're such a tease, Timmy. Are you going to fuck me or am I going to need to fuck myself.

Please call me T.K. I reply.

Prince's Darling Nikki serenades in the background. She walks into my personal space.

My goodness: those lips and piercing emerald eyes. Her aroma of Cotton Candy, Bulls and Sess. I want to ravage her from head to toe.

However, I've learned that to have total pussy control, One must employ patience. The co-ed whispers in my ear.

Fuck me T.K. She says.

No. I reply.

While taking off my shirt, revealing tight pecs and six pack abs.

Dance for me. I can't fuck you with all those clothes.

The Bambi complies and begins to slowly grind her hips and ass in a circular erotic motion. Running her hands through her gorgeous locks.

I take a long drag of the joint and motion her closer. She instinctively understands to bring her lips to mine. I exhale and she inhales my smoke; a sexual shotgun.

I go to Predator mode. Here is this now naked sweet Bambi trapped in a room with a flesh-eating starving wolf. I stroked her hair and act like I'm going to kiss her.

Instead I take her hair at the nape and pull, snapping her head back. She smiles.

Ask me the question again. I say.

I begin feasting on the Pawg. I bite her neck. She gasps.

Ask me the fucking question. I say.

She replies in a slow, slurred, southern, sultry voice:

Do you want my ass or pussy?

I pull her hair harder.

I can't fucking hear you!

My asshole or pussy hole!! Screams.

We're kissing passionately while taking off my shorts. I hug her waist and pick her up. I stumble and we fall on the bed. We start licking, biting, sucking, scratching. My dick is so hard. Her pussy so wet. I'm not sure of the how, alls I know is when my dick entered her boiling cunt: I gasped.

I get my bearings and start pounding her relentlessly. I cuff her hands above her head. Candy snatches her hands away, she's digging her claws into my back, licking and biting my neck. I want to pound her through the mattress.

I turn the frosty over banging her doggystyle. I have her long locks wrapped around my hand and wrist. It's as if I'm riding a hot sexy Pony. In spite of all the chaos:

I do take time to appreciate that pornstar ass. She has a perfect tan line that forms a thong. The beautiful tanned cheek bumps against my lower belly.

Why did I look? I start to unload.

Where do you want it? I scream.

I want you on top of me! She exclaims.

I flip her and re-inserts, she's pumping her hips like a Jane Fonda workout maneuver.

I bury my face in her neck; biting and sucking while I unload every ounce of my bodily fluids inside her. I lay on top of her frozen for what seems like forever.

She hasn't stopped licking and sucking my neck. Rubbing my back and ass. I attempt to make a move.

Don't take it out. Keep it inside me. She says. Just a few more minutes.

Ok Boo, but I don't want to pee inside your sweet honey hole.

We have a laugh.

Kiss me. Then you can go Pee. Candy commands.

We kiss passionately, she finally gives my cock back.

I don't know if it's the bulls, weed or T.K, but all I can say: MMM good.

Like Campbell's soups. I reply.

Best soup ever. She says and giggles.

Final Thought

I leave Candy basking in the sexual soup. I'm from the hood where growing up we always shared our Candy. Team sports is all about sharing. This slut is now ready to be closed on the Blow Bang.

Someone once said, I think the great philosopher Tupac: It ain't fun if my homies can't have none. Sharing Candy is next…