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...last guy I dated always wanted to put his balls atop my face. I’d lie down and he’d lean over me so that his taint, balls and hairy ass crack were all that I could see. He’d sort of plié down toward me, and I’d have to snap my teeth at his balls, try to catch them in my jaws before he pulled away. That...

Author: By Kathleen E. Hale, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: FICTION: Finagled | 4/16/2009 | See Source »

...back upstairs, and she swivels toward me on her stool. The tiny straw—those bar ones with the double holes—is pressed between her lips, and I think I hear a tiny swoosh of bubbly air, which means there is a hole somewhere. I put my hand against her knee to steady myself, then leave it there. “You’re really so pretty,” I shout, and everyone around us turns around...

Author: By Kathleen E. Hale, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: FICTION: Finagled | 4/16/2009 | See Source »

...Your name.” I put my drink down on the floor, between the carpet and the wall. I’m starting to feel a little weird. I thought she was more experienced than she’s acting, and I can’t see things going very well if I have to initiate...

Author: By Kathleen E. Hale, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: FICTION: Finagled | 4/16/2009 | See Source »

...head so I was stretching like a cat. Then she dove in and started eating my ass, really going to town, while I writhed—both because I liked it and because I thought it was only polite to act like I didn’t want to put her through it. No one had ever done that before. It was hard enough to get a boy to eat my pussy...

Author: By Kathleen E. Hale, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: FICTION: Finagled | 4/16/2009 | See Source »

...home. Then, somehow I would talk to her. I would make my move.Katie’s house was about half a mile away down Olden Road. I started down the path at a quick pace. I was maybe a hundred feet in front of Katie. I wanted to put some distance between me and Katie, so that it didn’t look like I was stalking her or something. Then, gradually, so very gradually, I slowed my pace so that Katie came closer. And closer. And closer. I could hear her footsteps on the dirt road. I didn?...

Author: By Jonathan E. Mayer, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: FICTION: Memento | 4/16/2009 | See Source »

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