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necessary as it was no longer high school. Once the popularity contests of teen years ran down women felt compelled to have a homely friend to pretend that they were no longer pretentious bitches.
    To ensure that she was not the one to suffer the consequences of passing out she stopped drinking as soon as she passed the thin veil between being buzzed and outright drunk. The others were so absorbed in conversation that they didn’t notice she had discontinued spiking her Diet Coke with rum.
    The conversation didn’t exclude her like it would have a few years before. Though they were all discussing sexual exploits Chandra had just as many, if not a few more, stories as the rest of them. College had opened doorways to men that were no longer afraid to expose their fetishes. And even in Southern California there were plenty of men that thought a woman with a full figure was sexy.
    The only girl that had fallen silent during the conversation was Gabby. While she was no virgin she did not “get around” as much as her friends. In fact, she had been in a committed relationship with her boyfriend Eldritch since her senior year in high school. They had plans to get married as soon as he finished his law degree. Gabby would be in school for two years longer than him, planning to pursue a PhD in chemistry.
    She was a very smart girl with a perfect GPA and an instant ability to learn. Anything that she heard was immediately deposited in her memory. She spent most of her free time researching, even if the subject had nothing to do with her major.
    Coming in second to Gabby’s good girl nature was Marcy. While she had ended her relationship with Miguel a year before she had not gone sex crazy. She had only dated two men and neither of them had been fortunate enough to experience her idolized body.
    From the looks of things the loser of the contest would be Ivy. She was leaning over heavily on the floor and had already committed two party fouls. First she spilled a half glass of sex on the beach and only a moment later she had forgotten which direction to pass the bong. Her eyelids were closed nearly to slits. She continued to play with her hair absently, barely able to focus on the conversation.
    The story time had fallen on Lynne and while she seemed to be able to out-do just about all of the others most of her lurid tales were fictional. She was an English major, a degree that ensured she would be nothing with her bachelors unless she intended to teach. Her master plan was to usurp the throne of Stephanie Meyers and make a name for herself as a young adult novel author. Judging by the stories she kept coming up with, though, it was much more likely that she would find herself writing mass market paperback romance novels— or perhaps becoming a staff writer for Penthouse.
    “I met Mitch in the grocery store. I know it’s probably not a good place to go looking for guys, especially if they’re running the cash registers, but he is absolutely gorgeous. Imagine if Terry Crews and Bob Marley had a kid, that’s what he looks like. He’s got this real hippy vibe about him, too. I told him the first time I saw him I wanted to eat whipped crème off of his back.”
    “Gross!” Tracy exclaimed. Her pretty face went flush for a moment before she let out a loud belly roll.
    “You would have to see it, Trace. The dude looks like he could break a bowling ball between his shoulders. He’s absolutely enormous. And I’m not talking about just muscles, either. His dick is like the length of my forearm and probably just as thick. I didn’t even know how the hell he was going to get it inside me.”
    “I know how. You’ve had plenty of practice,” Anna said. Everyone, including Lynne, laughed at this.
    “Well unfortunately for him we never got a chance to figure out if it would fit or not. We’re getting all hot and heavy, right? And, oh my God , could that boy eat some good pussy. But then, just as he’s getting ready to stick me, he