Yeah, this is the first for you
From Create Your Own Story
"Oh." She seems a bit disappointed, "Well, you might need a bit of practice. I can be hard to please."
You smile. "Trust me, I'm a natural."
She laughs. "Nice try. But I'm going to need someone who's been around the block a few times."
With that, she gets up and leaves.
Whore, you think to yourself. You decide to go back to the lounge. Lisa has left but Emily is still there. Cynthia glares at you as she drapes herself over a muscular football player. You figure you should just forget her and let this guy get whatever VD she's carrying. You look around for Emily and see her chatting with some fat girl. You decide to go over and introduce yourself. But before you can sit down, she tears into you.
"You couldn't close the deal with her so now you're talking to me," she say, her voice as cold as stone. "You're just trolling for pussy, huh? Sorry, but number one, I have a boyfriend, and number two, I'm not some second-rate whore that you can just use as a backup fuck because you're too inept to even get some cum dumpster into bed!"
You sputter, "I...I just..."
"Fuck you!" Emily snarls as she stands up.
"This happens to be girls night," Emily's fat friend says. "No boys allowed. So FUCK... OFF!"
The room has gotten quiet. All the girls are shaking their heads in disgust and the guys are all snickering. About ready to either scream or cry in disgust, you stomp back to your room.
Just great! All the sluts know you're a virgin, so you can scratch them off the list, all the somewhat respectable girls think you're a perv, and you are going to be a chew toy for the other guys if they even acknowledge your presence at all. You finish the night knowing your social life is ruined for at least this first year, if not the rest of your time here, and to top it off, you have a major case of blue balls that feel like Mohammad Ali was using your scrotum for a punching bag! You settle that by cranking one out, climaxing just as Clarance walks in. He recoils in horror and runs out. Great, now you won't even fit in with the geek crowd!
You clean up and go to sleep until about 2 am, when you're woken by your neighbor, the football player you saw Cynthia with, and Cynthia having loud, wild sex next door. You look down at your four-inch dick and realize how much you suck and will never amount to anything, just like all your teachers and coaches have said. You should have listened when your science teacher told you to kill yourself and cleanse the gene pool.
The End.
