Toga! Toga! T-oh-ugh! - Sex Stories

Toga! Toga! T-oh-ugh!

... where we met. You were… you were so nice. You didn’t start groping me. Not right away, that is.” “I was getting myself another beer when I found you. We shared a beer, then a kiss. I told you I had some good tequila in my room and you said it sounded good.” “Right! That was good tequila.” “You’re telling me, you let me do a body shot on you.” “It did turn me on.” “Your sucking my cock turned me on. And you were an amazing fuck.” “You’re just saying that.” “No, I’m not,” said Owen. “And to be honest, I’d like to show you just how amazing you were.” I looked up at him. “I look like shit.” “You look beautiful to me.” Owen leaned down and kissed my lips softly. My heart raced, but my head was still pounding. I broke off the kiss and said, “I’m sorry, my head still hurts.” Owen smiled. “Why don’t you try to sleep? We can resume later. Right now, I should help with the clean-up efforts.” “What if someone tries to come in?” “We aren’t like that. We understand no means no. A chapter in another state lost their charter because their membership didn’t understand that. We’ve got too much invested to have that happen here. I assure you, no one does anything here without consent.” “I’d feel better if you were here,” I said, yawning. “Fine, I’ll stay,” said Owen, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me into his chest. I was asleep almost instantly. ~*~*~*~ I awoke to a full bladder, and soft brown eyes looking at me. “Welcome back sleepy head.” “Hi. How long was I asleep?” “A few ...

... hours I think. I fell asleep shortly after you did.” “I need to pee.” “Want an escort?” “Please.” Owen helped me out of the bed and escorted me to the bathroom. I could hear the downstairs stirring, and what I was sure the sound of sex coming from another room. I emptied my bladder, washed my hands and face, then went back to the room with Owen. It was now that I was able to focus and look around. His room wasn’t that of what I expected for a frat guy. I mean, there were posters of nearly naked women on the walls, but there were also real books on his shelves: psychology, history, literature, and many more. He had a nice, expensive laptop on his desk, an antique lamp, and a nice pen set. What I didn’t see were any pictures of him with a girl. Only pictures of whom appeared to be his parents, and maybe a sibling or two, and the guys from the fraternity. “May I ask you a personal question?” I asked. “Sure,” he said. “Do you have a girlfriend?” Owen smiled, then said, “I did, but we broke up over a year ago. Since then I’ve kinda buried myself into my work and research.” “Do all frat guys have their own rooms?” “No, but the senior members do. I got lucky, my big brother graduated a semester early thanks to summer school so he willed me his room. When I graduate, my little brother will get this room. Right now he’s sharing a room with another guy from his pledge class.” I sat back on his bed and folded my legs underneath myself. “Somehow I expected your room to have more evidence of ...