<br/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Back To School Pahr-Tay</strong></span></span></div><hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://www.nayaphotos.com/albums/userpics/10001/normal_005~144.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><strong>Name: </strong> Carmen Vega<br/><strong>Sorting:</strong> Silver Student<br/><strong>Major:</strong> Business<br/><strong>Age:</strong> whatever you want her to be<br/><strong>Orientation:</strong> Bi with Lesbian leanings<br/><strong>Mood:</strong> Drunk, Ornery<br/><strong>Time &amp; Date</strong> 09|28|16 7:00PM-???<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Getting a little tingle...<br/><strong>Tag:</strong> Brad, Shane<br/><strong><em>[OPEN]</em></strong><br/>[/color]</span><br/><hr/><br/>Carmen stood against the DJ table with her ass pushed out, swaying gently from side to side, like a cat in heat coaxing the nearest Tom to her. She was waiting for his synapses to start firing again, basking in the complete shut-down she'd caused in his brain. Oh yeah... you know she was just that good. She ran her tongue over her lips as he stared at her offering, and a deep-throated chuckle trickled past them. He was practically catatonic. Thankfully, he seemed to regain a grasp on himself and control over his body.<br/><br/>Her eyes lowered to his groin, watching as he pulled out his cock. Dicks were a funny sort of thing, and Carmen had been used to making fun of any meat tube that wiggled her way as of late, but there was nothing to laugh about the thickness he was gripping. Her jaw slackened ever so slightly as she stared at it, the teasing draining from her face and making way for surprise, then slight apprehension, followed by a greedy hunger.<br/><br/><strong>"God damn,"</strong>she breathed, grinning wide. Her hips wriggled with impatience and when he brushed the tip of him against her she rolled her eyes back in her head, her body tensing, her skin shuddering...<br/><br/>and then they were being shoved away.<br/><br/>A burning, white-hot rage replaced her features and she narrowed her eyes dangersouly at Shane. Ohhhhhh that fucking bitch! She did NOT just cockblock Carmen fucking Vega! An eruption of obcenities exploded from her lips, some English, some not, and she made a single step towards Shane. Just as her hand was lifting to snatch a handful of hair, she felt herself being pulled away from the center of her body.<br/><br/><strong>"Let me go, I got some shit to handle. Nah! Nah, let me go. No me guesta!!!"</strong>she shouted as Brad pulled her backstage.<br/><br/>When he bent her over the equipment table, though, it was as though a switch had been flipped. She'd gone from fight to fuck in the blink of an eye. Truth be told, it was the aggression he showed that did it. Just did it for her. Her hands gripped onto whatever it was lying on the table and she closed her eyes, relishing in the warm shudders of electricly pulsating through every inch of her. Everything he did just then, pushed her closer. A heavy, delicious weight built in her pelvis, her kegels clenching. His tongue running up the smooth skin over her spine, his hips pressed against her ass, the words he chose right then that fed her already swollen ego... this boy knew what he was doing.<br/><br/><br/>A devilish grin split her pinkened face, and she glanced over her shoulder.<strong>"Let me make your dreams come true then,"</strong>she said, though her voice was a strained, breathy whisper. She moved her feet wider apart, opening her thighs more for him, giving him the full glory of her sex. Everytime she thought she gained a little control over the moment, pulled a little further ahead, he did something to bring her crashing back down. When his hand found her hair and pulled it just tight enough to crane her head back...<br/><br/>That... was just... enough.<br/><br/>A loud, wanton moan rolled from her throat and her body convulsed and tightened so hard she nearly came then and there.<br/><br/>Holy. Fuck.<br/><br/>If he didn't fuck her soon, she might lose her friggin' mind! Trying to regain herself, Carmen swallowed a hard knot that had formed in her throat and wet her lips. Her skin tingled as his voice, deep and strained with desire, reached through the euphoria and found her again.<strong>"As dirty as you want, papi. Just fuck me... now."</strong>The last word rang out with a near-hysteric urgency. He hadn't even touched her yet and she felt wet and throbbing with need. No male had ever done that for her before...<br/><br/>..... maybe it was the vodka.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>