GITJ Tangent Thread: Seeking Approval, p8

It felt a little like walking on air, stumbling with Ashleigh on his arm, glued to his side, as they made their way down the sidewalk. He’d admitted he felt a little drunk- don’t know why, haha. Haven’t had a single beer yet! - after watching those marketing videos she’d wanted him to see, so she’d insisted she’d drive. He couldn’t believe how late it was; the time with Ashleigh this evening was just seeming to fly by. But, whatever - out to the bars! She’d promised to show him the town, the scene around her college, if he’d buy her drinks. Deal! She was an A-1 nerd, for sure, and kinda goofy, he realized, but she was funny and friendly and sweet jimminy crickets that off-the-shoulder top was just painted on her tonight. The promise of maybe some drunken hook-up with her was just so tempting; he knew it’d be totally frowned upon by the higher-ups at the FDA - canoodling with an employee of the company you were investigating - but she was actually just an intern so maybe it was okay?

Anyway, aside from the nagging feeling that he had left something behind, lost something back at the Evolution offices this evening, Sam felt great. The wooziness from the strange experience of the videos had turned into a nice, pleasant buzz, one which became only stronger and more exhilarating every time Ashleigh looked at him, or squeezed one of her big ol’ boobs against his arm as they walked and laughed.

“There it is, corner of the next block!” Ashleigh announced, as the two navigated past yet another group of college kids on their way towards “The Old Boot”, a bar popular with students, Ashleigh had told him…read: bad drinks and lots of bodies, and tonight was dollar beer night. After classes, after dark, after nine, the streets on the outskirts of Westhall University were alive with kids looking to blow off some steam after a week of classwork. Though he’d never been to this city before, and was as a recent grad now a bit older than this crowd, Sam Packer felt right at home. His four years at college had many, many nights that started off just like this.

Well, not exactly like this, of course - what with the last few mind-bending hours he’d just been through, or the tall, bosomy redhead latched onto his left arm - but it all felt comfortingly familiar. The dive bars, the young people, the promise of cheap beer.

And before he knew it, Saw had one of those cheap beers - watery, pallid yellow, in a plastic cup, and his fourth of the night - in his right hand. And, another one in his left. Holding them aloft over the press of undergrads at the bar, he pushed his way back towards where he’d left her. “Excuse me, comin’ through,” he announced politely, “Don't want to get anyone wet. ‘Scuse me!” The thrum of music was causing people to sway, and the ground was already sticky. He felt good, being able to do this for her. He even tipped the girl behind the bar a little extra; haha drinks were only a buck apiece.

Ashleigh smiled as he appeared with their drinks, bouncing on her toes and clapping with a delighted grin. “Thank youuuuuu!” she squealed, taking her draft from him. The two stood on the outskirts of the thickest crowd, a bit away from the small dance floor which was so far unused; those things tended to get more popular as people got more wasted.

And Sam felt well on his way. Three beers into the night plus the buzz from whatever happened earlier, he was feeling a couple sheets already. And Ashleigh was keeping up like a champ. “Wow, for a girl you can drink!” he lauded with a laugh, watching her drain half her beer at once. Even though they stood so close, face-to-face, he’d been needing to speak loudly to be heard over the crowd and the music. She’d also leaned in, turned her ear towards him, pulled back a mass of wild, deep red hair so she could hear him. “Where’re you putting it all?!?” he asked jokingly.

Hearing his question, she hiccuped cutely, grinned, drew back and - without a word - shimmied her shoulders, causing a great pale cheesequake to jiggle and joggle her breasts. The black bodysuit she was wearing, drawn down her shoulders, exposed the upper swells of a shockingly big bosom and left no curve of her torso to the imagination. On her thin frame her tits were plainly huge. She laughed as his eyes had goggled and dropped immediately onto them with her little show, as the last quivers and quakes ripples through them. “Maybe I’m putting it all right here!” she giggled, pressing her chest out now aggressively, each big round breast bulging towards him and stretching thin the elastic fabric of her top,“Fill ‘em up!!”

Even in his buzz, Sam flushed, and mumbled something in response. He tried to laugh, and succeeded in casting his eyes away. He felt as if invisible fireworks were going off in his brain, momentarily blinding him. Ashleigh continued to giggle, and went back to her beer. I’ve got to do a better job of not acting like a creep! he told himself. He’d found himself basically unable to keep from leering at not only Ashleigh tonight, but all the other girls here too. Though few were built like his, uh, ‘date’, Sam was having trouble in not staring down the tops, ogling the legs and hips, watching the painted lips of all the other young women here at The Old Boot. More than usual, their bodies were like powerful magnets drawing his eye.

Ashleigh was laughing.

“There sure are a lot of girls here!!” he said, finally finding his tongue, and wincing immediately. Smoooth, Packer, he chided himself, knowing his attention should be focused on her - and not just his eyeballs on her tits. He figured he could recover. He leaned back in again, towards her ear. “I mean - there aren’t as many guys! There’s like three girls for every one dude!”

It was probably more like four girls than three.

Ashleigh leaned back, tossed her mane of hair, nodding. “Yeah! Westhall is going all-women!” she replied, in explanation, speaking loudly, “They haven’t admitted male freshmen for two years now!” She sipped her beer, looked in his eyes.

“Ahhhh that explains it!” Sam answered. He’d heard similar things happening at a few of the top, fancy colleges across the country, this move to all-girls schools. “I hear there are more women, less men getting accepted to colleges anyway!” he continued, leaning back in.

“Yeah it’s like two-to-one these days!” Ashleigh responded, nodding, “Guys doing less well in high school, with testing, on their applications. Lots deciding not even to apply to college...”

The music in the place was loud, some throwback nineties stuff his parents would have listened to. But he noticed that if he watched her lips, Ashleigh’s voice was easier to hear above it all.

“So, it’s good, though,” Ashleigh continued, seeing how intent on her he was, “Women will finally be getting more education, more of the better paying jobs, start finding themselves in more important positions as there are less and less men able to do it.” She looked into his eyes, saw how already rapt he was becoming, nodding along with her. “We’re going to be running things soon haha!” she joked, anticipating his reaction.

“Fine by me!” Sam answered, taking a swig of his still-foamy beer, leaving a white streak across his upper lip. He was still nodding.

Ashleigh felt herself tremble, and with one finger wiped the foam from Sam’s face.

“You’d do a better job than we’re doing!” Sam added, with a wide grin, “Men are, like, incompetent sometimes, huh, haha!” Saying that, to Ashleigh, made him feel oddly good, and brought a familiar, pleasant tingle in through his scalp, shivering down the back of his neck. He saw Asheligh’s eyes flash, narrow, looking deep into him...and then she softened, looking over his shoulder suddenly, and her smile grew.

“Heyyyyyyyy…..!” she called, waving to someone obviously right behind him, “There we are!!”

Soon Sam was surrounded by squeals, not from one but three girls coming from behind him to reach, surround, and embrace Ashleigh. None of them as tall as she, but all wow cute as fucking hell. Who were they? Friends? Were they joining them? On their, uh, ‘date’? He had hoped for time with Ashleigh alone, but if that was going to be interrupted...this wasn’t a bad way to do it.

“Sam these are my Kappa Gammas! My sisters!” Ashleigh announced, arms wrapped around them all. Tallest was an Asian girl, with a shoulder-length bob colored medium-brown, promising torso mostly covered by a blue-and white letterman’s jacket while white thigh-high socks ensheathed long legs otherwise displayed by a short, pleated, black tennis skirt. She smiled thinly down at Sam, blinking slowly.

Next was a shorter girl, with thicker, longer, darker hair, slightly unkempt, clothed in a cowl-necked sweaterdress that - helped by a wide leather belt which cinched her waist and off of which hung several decorative chains - did nothing to hide an absolute knockout hourglass of a figure. Her eyes were wide, huge, dark saucers, and she had a strange asymmetry to her face which only heightened a beauty which was somehow both earthy and elfin.

Last was a thinner girl, appearing to be the youngest, wide of smile and bright of eye, wearing tight, faded jeans and a thick-strapped white tank that revealed an inch or two of perky, jiggly cleavage. Her hair was long and done in thin waves down her back, brown but with lighter, bleached streaks framing her face. She seemed to utterly bubble with youthful energy.

“S-sorority sisters?” he responded, temporarily dazed and confused by the sudden onslaught of the new female presences, “H-hi...I’m Sam.”

“I’m Sam too!” the youngest one immediately sang, turning from Ashleigh’s side to him, taking his right arm into a squeeze, “We’re name twinnies, mate!”

“That’s Sammi,” Ashleigh explained, smiling at the freshman’s enthusiasm, “She’s actually Laura’s little sister.”

“Yah how’s it feel to have a girl’s name, Sammy??” Sammi teased, squeezing Sam’s arm.

“L-Laura?” Sam asked, remembering the computer-girl from Evolution, and ignoring Sammi’s little dig, “The one with the, uh, hair?” And the fantastic tits. “Australian. Yeah, I recognized the accent.” Sam smiled, and would have shaken Sammi’s hand but she was already glued to his arm.

“Yeah, No wucka’s, out with my cobbers for some coldies and all that,” Sammi beamed, laughing. It was just then that Sam noticed a shock of pink in her hair that he hadn’t seen before. Another family resemblance?

“I am Mee-Yeosin,” the Asian woman on Ashleigh’s right spoke in a soft but steady voice, strongly accented and rising over Sammi’s chatter, “you call me Mimi.” She gave Sam a courteous nod, but did not extend her hand. Her eyes twinkled in the moment they met his, and Sam immediately felt a new stirring in his loins. She was unusually tall for a Korean girl, as tall as Ashleigh he actually now noticed, and held herself with a strong, confident poise.

“And this is Sofia,” Ashleigh finally introduced, pulling Sam’s gaze away from Mimi, her hand on the shoulder of the shorter, well-built girl standing to her left, “the baby, our little prodigy.”

“Yeah I had some trouble in secondary, missed a couple years, just getting to Uni now,” Sammi announced, distracted by a lock of Sam’s hair that had fallen over his right ear, tucking it back for him with an aggressive familiarity, “I’m a Frosh but actually older than Sofia here…”

“Sofia’s shy,” Ashleigh said, which brought an immediate, withering look up from her shorter, dark-haired friend. The girl smiled crookedly.

“I am...not ‘shy’,” Sofia spoke up, in a quiet voice that nonetheless carried well to Sam’s ears. Her speech, too, was strongly accented. “It is just....my English.”

“Sofia’s from Rome,” Ashleigh explained, looking down at her sorority sister in a show of gentle support, “And her English is getting much better already…” That made Sofia smile.

“Are you all...exchange students?” Sam finally asked, having put together - even in his tipsy, confused state  - that none of these girls, save Ashleigh, were from this country. Wait...where was Ashelgih from?

“Something like that,” Ashleigh replied, as she watched the girls settle into position aside Sam, “They were all recruited by Westhall, they’re all very talented…”

“Oh, wow,” Sam nodded, impressed, thinking scholarships and all that, “that’s great…”

Before Sam could follow with any other questions, Ashleigh spoke up again. ”So, Sam here was just saying that the world would be a better place if it was run by women...”

To that, the girls all broke into a collective coo.

“Good boyyyy, Sammy…!!” the Australian laughed, rewarding him with a squeeze that hinted to him that maybe her breasts were a bit bigger than he’d originally estimated, “Tell us more..!”

Whoah, that was weird, Sam thought, that feeling I got when she said ‘good boy.’

“Yes…” Mimi giggled, two fingers coming demurely to her lips even as her eyes flashed with something darker, “Good boy.”

Nnnngh….there it is again. Sam’s eyes had fluttered, his knees feeling weak. .

“Let’s watch that, ladies, shall we?” Ashleigh smiled. They’ve probably already figured that one out.

The girls giggled, clucked over him.  They wanted to hear more.

”Parla con noi,” said Sofia, as the noise of the rest of the crowd surrounding them seemed to grow slightly muted, more far away. Sam barely noticed that these girls were not needing to raise their voices for him to hear them. Talk to us.

“Oh, uh, yeah,” he began, no longer needing to shout, “Haven’t you noticed? You guys are all so much smarter, more, like…competent.”

“We have noticed!” Sammi laughed.

“Everything probably would run better if women were in charge…” He didn’t know why, exactly, he was saying these things, but when he saw the girls’ reactions, Ashleigh’s big, proud smile, he wanted nothing more in that moment than to continue. They were all swooning, and drew into him closer. “…and coming from a great school like this one, you guys could be, like, important, really change things.”

“Oh my god where did you find this guy, Ash??” Sammi squealed, “he’s bonkers!”

“Yes,” Mimi concurred, looking down into him with eyes of shimmering hazel, “I want one.”

Suddenly, under the ardent gazes of these four women, Sam was gripped by something similar to fear, causing him to swallow dryly. But, it quickly passed and was replaced by growing excitement. These girls were gorgeous.

”So, uh,” he finally managed, when he could speak again, “You l-ladies need drinks…” He glanced back, over his shoulder towards the packed bar, just as a guy approached their group with a full pitcher of beer. Sam fixed him with a knitted brow - who’s this guy?? - and noticed the dazed look in the dude’s eyes. Sam watched as, without a word, he handed the pitcher to Sammi, who had released Sam’s arm to accept it - also without a word, or thanks.

The guy turned and left.

So. Weird. ”I’ll get you some, uh…cups,” Sam said, voice trailing away as he watched Sammi raise the pitcher to her lips and take a healthy drink. His mouth hung open as she passed it to her right with a smile, to Sofia, who likewise took a pull straight from pitcher, more delicately. Next was Ashleigh - who had finished her own beer - and then Mimi. Sam laughed, incredulous. These girls are a trip!

“Haha that isn’t very…sanitar-“

Sam’s voice trailed off again as Mimi, looking straight into his eyes over the pitcher, parted her lips and - unsmiling - let a long line of drool into the beer. Sam was obviously alarmed, but the sight of it gripped him, and the look she’d fixed on him as she did it was strangely arousing. She’d obviously ruined the pitcher for the rest of them, but it was just so…sexy. Disquieting, but sexy. He was startled and even more shocked when Mimi then handed the pitcher back to Ashleigh - who smiled and spit into it too, a healthy, frothy gob which rolled off her plump bottom lip.

“Eh- what are y-you…haha…what are you doing?” Sam asked in anxiety, watching as now Sofia, huge eyes fixed on him, and then Sammi, smiling in mirth, did the same. All four women had drooled into the pitcher…

…and Sammi was handing it to him.

One of them had taken his cup from him.

“You w-want me to, uh?”

They didn’t even have to even speak, the four sets of eyes said it all. They didn’t want him to add his spit to the mix  - they wanted him to drink.

Giggles from the girls broke the tension.

It was Sofia, the quiet one, who finally spoke. “Come, bambino, don’t you want to join our little group?” Her huge, wide eyes were fixed on his, and held his gaze unflinchingly. The noise from around the room had all but completely disappeared from Sam’s ears, and Sofia’s words seemed to echo like delicate tinkles of glass in his mind.

“Yes, drink,” Mimi urged, her jacket having parted and what felt like a huge breast underneath pressing into Sam’s side.

“It’s okay Sam,” Ashleigh purred, “ We don’t have cooties.”

“Well, we might,” Sammi added, “but they’re delicious.”

He tore his eyes from Sofia’s, looked at Mimi, then down at Sammi - hadn’t that purple streak in her hair been pink before? - before looking again to Ashleigh. She nodded, and smiled, watching him.

I don’t want to be impolite.

Sam drank from the pitcher.

At that, the girls all cheered, laughing, and pressed into him as he took a long, refreshing swig. He felt strangely good, again, feeling like he’d just done the right thing and smiled despite himself as he pulled away. The smiles and wide, adoring gazes of the girls thrilled him, and he laughed himself.

“Oh, Sam! We are going to have fun tonight!” Ashleigh sang as, abruptly, she grabbed his face from across the group and pulled him in for a kiss…

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