The Greatest Lie Part 8

"We just have to try to fit in with the college girl bitches at the these bashes we’re going to, not look like we’re trolling for tricks at the Town House."

"OK, you show me how, Miss College Girl. I showed you how to hook at the Town House, now you show me how to be college girl."

"Deal. You’re going to be the best looking coed on campus tonight. Well, maybe second."

I skipped the foundation , eyeliner and false eyelashes and used about a quarter of her usual mascara. I switched her shadow from metallic green to a light acqua. I’m no expert, but with a face as classically beautiful as Tran’s it was hard to go wrong. She was very happy with the results. "You make me look like a virgin."

"That’s the idea. Guys like it when you act like it’s a big deal getting fucked. Especially at the beginning, act like it’s killing you."

"They like moaning and crying?"

"Yeah, and don’t forget to beg them to go slow and how big they are."

"How big are they"

"Not bad. Randy’s about 8", not too thick, and Rick’s about 8 ˝ and thicker. Big cockhead too. They fuck hard."

"I can’t wait."

"Make them wait. You look irresistible now, and I want to go dancing and party, not straight to bed."

Tran’s buzzer sounded. The intercom squawked "We’re ba-ack," and I interrupted Tran, saying "We’ll be right down." We bundled up and headed out into the chilly Minneapolis night.

Rick’s mother had driven in from Fargo to pick him up for Christmas break, and had rented a room at the Hyatt Regency, but was staying with her sister. Rick triumphantly announced he had her car and hotel key. I hopped in the front of his mom’s Cherokee, and snuggled up to Rick. "I’m freezing," I complained, and as we got under way Rick guided my hand to his open fly and I warmed my frozen fingers on his hot, hard cock. From the back seat, all I could hear was heavy breathing and sucking noises on the short ride to our party.