<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Brad's post</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="floatright">(http://images6.fanpop.com/image/photos/32200000/Chord-in-older-Davis-Factor-photoshoot-chord-overstreet-32258156-375-500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Bradley Mason Seymore<br/><strong>Sortment:</strong> Second Year Silver Student<br/><strong>Mood:</strong> Intrigued <br/><strong>Tag:</strong>  <strong>Open</strong><br/><strong>Location/Date/Time:</strong> Dorms, across from room 115.  September 30, Midnight-O-One<br/><hr/><br/>A rumbling chuckle tumbled up and out at her impatience. He'd never met a chick more anxious to rip his clothes off, and he had to say, he was enjoying every fuckin' second of it. Those curious fingers tickled, his taut musculature bunching here and there wherever she grazed. That is, until she'd managed to work his simply white shirt up and over his wide shoulders to reveal the whole, chiseled package. Then, he was definitely clenching on purpose. Just a brief show of the guns, and what not. He had an ego that just wouldn't quit, what could he say. <br/><br/>Leaning back to let her fiddle with his jeans, he gave an overly cock smirk that pulled his lips crooked while he watched her work. <strong>"Not a fuckin' chance."</strong> His first time? Please. Not like those tick marks etched into his bed post were bogies in a casual weekend of golf with the pops. Nah. He didn't discriminate either. The ticks were men <em>and</em>  women, and the number just kept gettin' higher. He was neck and neck with Shane at this rate, and he was damned well going to edge her out if it was the last thing he did. <br/><br/>Belt pulled through its loops and metallic buckle clinking against the buttons adorning his jeans, he licked his lips and focused all of his attention on slowly massaging her hips while she pulled him out. Oh... this wasn't the first time he'd gotten to see the look on someone's face when they released the beast, but hey... if they didn't want to succumb to the belief that size matched girth on men, that was their own damned fault. That six foot seven body of his was proportional all fucking over, and she was about to find out just how much...<br/>[/quote]</div></div><br/><div class="floatright">(http://36.media.tumblr.com/a852a59bb42a78fdd90ebb6ee66936ec/tumblr_o226shAGQd1rbmrhdo2_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Aimee Ryan<br/><strong>Sortment:</strong>First year Silver Student<br/><strong>Mood:</strong>turned the hell on<br/><strong>Clothes:</strong>Outfit (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=195001910)<br/><strong>Tag:</strong><strong>Open</strong><br/><strong>Location/Date/Time:</strong>Dorms, Brad's room.  September 30, Midnight<br/><strong>Warning:</strong>About to have some sexy times<br/><hr/><br/>Another time she might have bee more impressed by the gun show.  At the moment she had a pretty one track mind, get her stupid professor out of her mind.  And Brad had so much taught skin to explore.  She didn't care if she was just another tick mark on his bed post.  They were both using the other for sex.  Grand.  If she was lucky, this little romp sesh would keep her from going crazy in this fucked up place for another couple months.  She kept grinding herself against him as she worked his pants free.<br/><br/>Aimee lifted herself off of him only long enough to work his jeans and boxers down over his hips.<strong>"Shit"</strong>She smirked and looked up at his face.  Yeah, he was big all over.  She tested a theory wrapping her fingers around his shaft.  And what do you know, she couldn't make her middle finger and thumb touch around his girth, never mind that length.  She groaned, the sound full hunger.<strong>"No wonder there are so many rumors about you."</strong>She started to work her hand up and down his shaft.  She'd be walking funny after this and she didn't give a damn about that either.<br/><br/>Aims could feel herself getting wet and slick as anticipation thrummed through her petite body.  Her nipples peaked under her black top, which of course she wore sans bra.  Bene of being perky and not so large.  She leaned up and nipped at his lower lip again.