“Oh my gosh,” Hannah gasped. “I can’t believe you did it!” Her blue eyes were shining with happiness. “Thank you so much!”
I laughed. It was always so easy to make chicks happy.
“No problem,” I said, passing her keys back to her. “So, you’re a sorority girl, huh? What’re you doing here, instead of campus?”
Hannah flushed, but she didn’t look happy. “It’s stupid,” she said with a sigh. “I went on a date with this guy, and I had no idea, but he’d actually gone out with my Big the year before…and apparently it didn’t end well. She threw me out of the house.”
I raised an eyebrow. “I’m sorry, your Big?”
Hannah’s blush deepened and I admired the graceful curve of her cheekbones.
“My big sister,” she explained. “I’m her Little, that’s how sororities work. She took me under her wing when I pledged.”
“Ah,” I said, stroking my chin. “Well, going on a date with someone who had dumped your friend doesn’t sound very wise.”
“I didn’t know, I swear!” Hannah exclaimed. She jumped and I watched her tits bounce. “I swear, I’m not a bad person.” She shook her blonde curls and sighed unhappily. “I know I sound like a real bitch, but the funny thing is, I didn’t even like the guy. He’s just in our matching frat, and everyone thought it would be a good idea.”
I narrowed my eyes. “Well, maybe it would be better to date people outside of that frat,” I said, raising an eyebrow. “Frat boys are beastly.” I smirked. “I should know. I was Sigma Chi.”
“Oh my gosh,” Hannah said, raising an eyebrow. “I mean, that’s not too bad. You should really see our campus. It’s awful,” she added.
“Are you free later?”
Hannah smiled and bit her lip. “You mean tonight?”
“Well, yeah,” I said, leaning in close and smirking. “Unless you have plans to break another one of your sisters’ hearts.”
“Oh my gosh, no!”
“Then come to dinner with me,” I said. “You’ll have fun, I promise. I’m a firefighter, by the way,” I added casually, knowing how much chicks loved hearing that. “So I need to eat a lot of protein.”
“I’m on the gymnastics team,” Hannah said proudly. “So I eat protein, too.”
I made a show of looking over her tight, taut body. “I can tell,” I said. “Seven-thirty sound good?”
Hannah nodded. “Yes, please,” she said. She bit her lip. “I’m in 4-C,” she added.
I smirked and waved my hand jauntily through the air before whistling my way into my apartment. Hannah seemed like the perfect antidote to my growing obsession with Molly. After all, there was no way I could ever do anything with Molly other than fuck her. Rob and the other guys would give me shit for years if they saw me out with a whale like her.
But Hannah fit the bill perfectly.
I took a nap, then a long shower. I jacked off in the shower, trying to imagine Hannah’s face. But Molly kept popping into my head, and I wound up coming with the thought of her lips wrapped around my pulsing member.
I waited until ten minutes after seven-thirty before going to Hannah’s apartment. I did that often – making chicks wait just a little bit made them want me more. Sure enough, Hannah opened the door in a little black dress that pushed her tits together and make them look luscious. She batted her eyelashes flirtatiously at me.
“Wanna come in for a drink first?” Hannah giggled. “I’m always hungrier after a glass of wine or two.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Is that true? Should I keep a bottle by the bed?”
Hannah flushed, but she laughed, too. “You’re bad,” she said playfully, stepping away from the door. Her feet were strapped into high heels that made her almost as tall as me. Her legs were lean and graceful – she moved almost like a doe or a gazelle.
“What’ll you have?” Hannah called from the kitchen. Her apartment was mostly unfurnished, but very young and girly. Like Molly’s bedroom, I thought. Shit. Stop thinking about her! You’re with the next Playboy Bunny of the Month!
“Beer is fine, whatever you have,” I replied, sinking down onto the cream leather couch.
Hannah came back with a seductive smile on her face and a frosty mug of beer. In the other hand, she held a glass of white wine. She sat down next to her, her tan thigh brushing against my pants.
“Thanks for asking me out,” Hannah said. “I have a feeling I’m going to be like, totally blacklisted from the university.”