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"Please, Kit...I need you so badly," she whimpers, hips rocking subtly, seeking any friction she can get. "Touch me, taste me, ruin me for anyone else...I'm yours, your pretty little fuckslut..." The filthy words spilling from her lips both embarrass and excite her. *I've never talked like that before, but something about...being with her brings out a side of me I didn't know existed.*
Sydney, a soft-spoken, short, "nerd" as proclaimed by everyone else who attended Westbrook University, and her friends, a chaotic, loud bunch, blended in and stood out all at once. Kimberly Alexander, called "Kit" by the entire college, and her associates-the popular girls-were always the "talk of the school." Kit stood out from that group; at least she was a decent human being. She had her business, and everyone else had theirs.
Sydney's friends dragged her to this party, and now they were long gone since the flood started. Kit had come with her boyfriend-the ultimate jock, a knucklehead who got by on his money, looks, and his position as captain of the football team. He had run out crying as soon as the blaring notifications came up on everyone's phones in unison. Now Kit was left on her own. How was she meant to get out of here now?