Once Betrayed Never Forgotten

Chapter 67: Butterflies

It’s Halloween night, and I’m standing awkwardly by the pool at the Alpha Gamma Theta fraternity house, while my peers mill around enjoying the night, dancing to the blaring music that pulses through the cool evening air. I managed to make my outfit slightly sexier, pinning it where necessary to show off my pert butt and perky breasts, pulling it up to reveal more leg, and ditching the musty purple velvet robe that came with it. There are Halloween decorations everywhere – carved jack–o–lanterns with leering faces, and garlands of little black paper bats which remind me of a certain adorable psychopath who I miss on a daily basis. The pool is filled with red solo cups, and I think someone might have actually vomited in it earlier, given the gross yellowish brown splatters on the wall near the pool steps

Tuck.

Almost everyone around me is super drunk, and a group of jocks next to the pool chants “Chugh Chug! Chug!” as a pledge is forced to swallow a litre of beer through a beer funnel.

If I’m going to be honest, I’ve come to realise that I actually find college boys a little childish and immature, with no real no perspective on life. All the goals and worries and interests just seem so juvenile, so ordinary, so pointless.

Before I got to college, I thought that after my sexual awakening at the Castle of Endless Night, I’d be f*cking my way through first semester like a cat on heat, hungry for as many cocks and new experiences as I could get. I would never have imagined that two months in, I’d still be a virgin. All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

First, I hooked up with a decent–looking guy I met at a party during Orientation Week, a big and brawny–athlete wearing a college football jersey, From the moment I tasted the stale beer and cigarettes on his breath, I should have known what I was in for. The moment he pulled down his Bags Bunny cartoon printed boxers in his dorm room and thrust a very disappointing, very ordinary five inch cock in my face, I knew it was going to take more than some drunken frat boy’s cock to please me. I actually did try to suck it, without much enthusiasm, giving up after just a few seconds and giving the guy a major case of blue balls as I made my excuses and left.

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Since then, I’ve hooked up with countless other guys, but it’s always the same. We start making out, I maybe let them finger me a bit (always without much skill or finesse, a clumsy and embarrassing experience that never even gets me wet), and then when I reach down into their pants to feel their erection, I’m met with disappointment. I never thought size would be so important to me, but now that I’ve tasted sexual ambrosia, I don’t know how.

to be satisfied with less

Usually I don’t struggle to leave – I don’t give them any warning, just grabbing my bag and marching out before they can react. Most of the time the guys are wasted, and too slow to stop me anyway. The other night, I did have a guy try to stop me leaving. When I reached for my bag after pulling down his pants to find a bigger than average – but still somewhat disappointing – six inch dick dripping with pre–cum, he grabbed my wrist and threw me on the bed, mumbling “where the f*ck do you think you’re going? You can’t just tease me like that then leave without putting out. You gotta finish what you started, you f*cking prick–teaser. Just because you’re hot doesn’t mean you get to lead me on all night and then dash when it suits you. Now, take off your bra, you cock–teasing whore.“.

I used to love it when Aleksandr talked to me like that, but it sounds different coming from the mouth of this stupid, arrogant teenaged jock, probably just mimicking something he’s seen on porn hub. He proceeded to force a clumsy hand under my shirt, grabbing one of my breasts roughly as he searched for my bra straps, and that’s when I saw red. I pulled back my forearm and sucker punched him with more force than I could ever dream I was capable of, my blow connecting hard with his nose. There was a sickening crunch of broken bone and cartilage as his nose began to gush fresh blood, and he reared back in shock, releasing me as he clutched at his face and swore in disbelief

I ran out of his dorm room as fast as my legs would carry me, never once looking back.

I decided after that night to stop hooking up with guys on a fruitless quest to find the perfect sized cock that I’d set my heart on after enjoying Luka’s massive dick, and coming close to having Aleksandr’s even bigger one. I feel like Indiana Jones, but instead of ancient artefacts, I’m searching for the legendary eleven inch love rod.

Enough is enough.

I’m going to find some cute boy to hook up with tonight, and no matter the size of his dick, I’ll let him take my virginity. I’m ready to get it over and

done with

I scan the crowd, looking for familiar faces, It’s hard to tell who’s who, because so m

many people are wearing masks or heavy Halloween makeup with

their costumes.

I spot Kirstin and her boyfriend by the bar, their tongues down each other’s throats as usual.

Good for them. Now I need to find my own Prince Charming.

As if on cue, a super hot guy walks over to me, two unopened bottles of cider in hand. I’m surprised I didn’t notice his towering figure earlier – he’s

unmissable.

Chapter 67 Butterfien

He’s dressed as an Egyptian pharaoh, and the regal attire fits this guy like a second skin. The rich, golden fabric of his costume shimmers under the dim party lights, adorned with intricate hieroglyphic patterns,

What truly captivates me, however, is the young man beneath the pharaoh’s garb. He looks a bit older than most of the other boys at the party who are mostly freshmen, probably around twenty one or twenty two, a college senior or a post grad maybe. He’s tall, with deeply tanned sun–k*ssed olive skin that hints at countless hours spent outdoors. His body is chiselled and muscular, just the way I like it, and I drool a little at the sight of the defined contours of his visible six–pack on show.

His dark, close–cropped hair is neatly styled in a trendy undercut. The subtle touch of dark kohl makeup on his eyes adds an air of authenticity to his pharaoh persona, but it’s the single gold earring glinting in his right ear that pushes me over the edge.

Oh yeah, this is the guy.

He smiles widely as he holds up an ice–cold cider for me to see, the dew condensing on the outside of the glass bottle. The bottle is glistening with condensation, hinting at the chilled, amber liquid inside.

“Thirsty?” He asks, his hazel eyes glimmering under the party lights.

“Very,” I say, fluttering my lashes seductively and sticking out my chest e

ever so slightly, giving him an eyeful of my perky breasts.

“Good, ‘cause this cider has your name written on it,” he says. He has an unfamiliar accent, Australian or Kiwi maybe? “I’m Colton, by the way.”

Ooh, he even has a foreign accent and a sexy name. He’s growing hotter by the minute.

“Arianna, but my friends call me Ari,” I say, and he nods, smirking.

“Pretty name,” he says, before positioning a rider bottle between his teeth, angles his head slightly to the side, ensuring a good bite on the metal lid. In a swift and audacious snap of his jaw, he bites down. There’s a satisfying pop, and the metal lid gracefully flips off the bottle, propelled by the force of his bite. He hands the bottle to me, then does the same to open his own drink, before we clink bottles together and each take a swig.

“How did you know I like cider?” I ask, eyeing his chiselled abs as the sweet bubbly liquid quenches my thirst. Cider is my favourite drink, the alcoholic beverage I’ll always gravitate to when it’s available.

“You looked like a cider sort of girl,” he says confidently.

I giggle, taking a small sip of my cider as I begin to blush. For the first time since arriving at college, I’m feeling butterflies. He’s hot, charming, and an exchange student which means no strings attached. He’s perfect

That’s it. Tonight is the night.

I’m losing my virginity to Colton.

Chapter Comments

Stephanie TH

Not 100% sure fm voting for that…I do hope Colton some how turns out to be a shifter or someother type of supernatural critter

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