Like a Deer in my Headlights

Just before I knock on the door,
My nipples I pinch for good measure.
Tingled nerves raise crinkled tips
And I enter at my own leisure.

A glance, a smile, a whispered hiss
Play before me on my mind's screen,
But few see the color of these eyes for
A jiggle and sway planned obscene.

They're weapons of mass destruction
Full and lifted, a magnificent pair.
As I casually assess the targets,
I smile wryly and toss my hair.

There in the corner, I spot him
With two or three of his herd,
Carousing and drinking too much.
I probably won't need a word.

Surrounded by suitors I pose -
Place my hands on my hips as I coo.
He's seen me, but I just ignore him
As his gaze tracks my tits just like glue.

Slowly, I raise my right hand
Past my waist and over my breast.
Its finger extends to my lips.
They surround it like a bird in a nest.

In seconds, he's by my side
Introducing… His name I forget.
My mind is quite distracted
By a target that he won't regret.

I steer him up the stairs in dark
Entering a room, shut so quick
On my knees, I rip down his jeans
And suck up his stiffening prick.

He babbles as I stand and push him
On his back, he falls on the bed.
I straddle and pantie-less fuck him
'Til my cervix touches the head.

Quite suddenly, he yells exploding
And sticky, I pull down my skirt.
Out the door, I whisper "Nineteen tonight"
As I begin to hunt and flirt.

It's a game my sorority started
Freshman year at the Grecian Fest.
The most conquests becomes our new leader
And gets a scholarship from the Alumni chest.

I repot to a girl near the kitchen
And give her a sample of cum.
Verification is part of the game -
We may be blondes, but we're not so dumb.