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Mitch invites Professor Abbie Smith in for a cup of coffee

2014-01-31T03:51:21Z

Jaardreign: Mitch and professor Smith have coffee.

As Professor Smith started to walk away, Mitch turned to her. "Hey Abbie," he called down the hall. "Want to come in for a cup of coffee?"

She turned back to Mitch. "That's Professor Smith to you, young man. And sure. I'd be delighted."

Professor Smith turned back and Mitch opened the door to his apartment for her. She walked in and sat herself down on the leather couch. Mitch walked over to the coffee maker, put in a filter, filled the filter with fresh grounds, poured in 4 cups of water, and hit the button. The coffee maker slowly came to life and begin to gurgle with drips of delicious, morning caffeine.

Suddenly, Mitch's hangover decided to remind him of its existence. His head pounded as the sun started to creep through his fourth floor window. He reached on top of his refrigerator for his vitamins, and popped a C. He downed it with a glass of water and turned to Professor Smith. "Have you had breakfast yet?"

"No actually," she responded as she flipped through emails on her iPhone. "I was going to get some on campus."

"I'll whip up my hangover breakfast. Nothing beats eggs and bacon."

Professor Smith's ears perked up. "Did you say eggs and bacon?"

"I did indeed."

"You better not fuck them up. That is my favorite breakfast."

Mitch smiled and opened the refrigerator. He pulled out a carton of eggs and a packet of bacon. Professor Smith got up from the couch and walked over to Mitch's kitchen bar, which overlooked the living room. She leaned on it and watched as Mitch reached into a drawer and pulled out a large knife, slicing open the packet of bacon. He grabbed a pan from the sink and put it on the stove, heating it up before putting on the bacon. It began to sizzle as the smell of pork filled the air.

Soon the bacon was ready. Mitch grabbed some tongs and removed the bacon from the pan, leaving the grease. He tossed the bacon in the toaster to keep it warm. He began to prepare the eggs, cracking them effortlessly in a glass bowl and tossing the egg shells in the trash without a drop spilling on the floor. He added in a dab of milk, some salt, pepper, and thyme. Professor Smith licked her lips, she was getting hungry.

The coffee maker hissed. With one hand, Mitch grabbed two mugs and placed them down on the bar, while he stirred the eggs with the other. With the eggs stirred, he poured them onto the bacon grease as they quickly started to scramble up. He grabbed the coffee pot and poured two cups. "How do you like your coffee?" he asked her.

"Black," she replied and took a sip.

"Ditto." He drank with her. The eggs smelled finished. He turned off the stovetop, split the eggs evenly between two plates, and took two pieces of bacon out of the toaster for each of them. He handed her a plate. "Happy breakfast!" he exclaimed. She gave him a funny look.

"What the fuck is happy breakfast?"

"Oh, well, it's like a happy ending only... with... break... fast..."

She paused as she picked up a piece of bacon. "So what you're telling me is that this bacon is like... a handjob?"

"Um, well, no, I..."

"I'm kidding!" she shouted. "Totally kidding." She lipped her licks, took the bacon, held it under her mouth, and licked it seductively. Mitch watched as he drank his coffee and began to feel a tingling in his pants. Professor Smith wrapped her lips around the bacon and took a bite. She looked at him and winked.

"Is, uh... is it good?"

"Mmm so good," she responded. They ate the rest of their breakfast in silence, but she kept looking at him and smiling. Mitch couldn't keep his eyes off her thin white blouse. He could tell she had a small red bra on underneath. He looked down at his coffee. Back at her blouse. All it would take is one... little...

*[[Spill.]]
*[[No, that's rude!]]

[[Category:Blue Mountain University]]

Mitch takes a shot with the bartender

2014-01-29T05:06:34Z

Jaardreign:

The bartender pulled up two shotglasses and poured herself and Mitch a shot. They clinked their glasses and drank the tequila. Mitch's head was a timpani. He could feel the alcohol beat into his brain, undoing the caffeine from the coffee and only heightening his hangover. He closed his eyes and clenched his teeth.

"OW FUCK!" he yelled out as he remembered his jaw had taken a beating the night before.

"Careful there soldier," said the bartender. "You took one hell of a beating last night. Don't hurt yourself even more."

"Ugh... did you see who hit me?" asked Mitch.

"Well of course I did," exclaimed the bartender. "It was me."

This was not news Mitch was ready to hear. He looked up at the bartender completely, deep into her crystalline blue eyes, bewildered. "Pardon?"

The bartender flicked her hair and smiled. "You kept reaching for my tits," she said. "I didn't appreciate that. Figured I could either call the cops or knock you out cold. Chose the latter."

"Oh my god I'm so sorry. I get really handsy when I'm drunk. I deserved that."

"That's alright darlin'," said the bartender as she poured another shot of tequila for each of them. "It's not like I minded, I just couldn't have a crowd that big thinkin' I was that easy."

Mitch looked down at the shot in front of him, then at the sunlight starting to peek through the door. Today was the first day of his junior year at Blue Mountain University, and he knew he had an obligation as an orientation leader to be at the Student Center by 8.

The bartender snapped her fingers, getting Mitch's attention. She pointed at the shot glass in front of him.

"Round two? I ain't got all day."

*[[Mitch takes another shot of tequila]]
*[[Mitch goes home]]
[[Category:Blue Mountain University]]

Mitch goes home

2014-01-29T05:00:36Z

Jaardreign: Mitch bumps into his old professor outside his apartment

"Thanks for the offer," says Mitch, "But I really should be going. I've got an orientation to lead."

"Come back any time hun," says the bartender. Mitch grabs his coat and heads out the door. He turns to take one last look at the bartender. She really is beautiful. Raven black hair in a black tank top. If only he wasn't so hungover. Oh well, maybe next time. He opens the door and steps out into the morning light.

Lucky for Mitch he lives up above the bar, on the fourth floor of the building, in an apartment across from his old professor, Abbie Smith. He had economics with her last year. As he heads to his apartment and begins to open the door, Professor Smith steps out of her apartment. She is wearing a white button down blouse, blue jeans, and her reading glasses with her platinum blonde hair tied up in a bun. She's not very old, mid-late twenties, fresh out of grad school and right into teaching.

"Good morning, Mitchell," she greeted him, her words pounding into Mitch's morning hangover.

"Ow. Good morning Professor Smith," he replied as he stumbled to open his door.

"Long night last night huh?"

"You don't know the half of it. Oh well, at least I technically slept at home." Professor Smith was very familiar with The Trainyard downstairs, so she smiled at the comment.

"You look like you need a cup of coffee," she replied. "Well, I have class in a couple hours so I better get going. Go freshen up."

"Will do," said Mitch. He opened the door to his apartment as Professor Smith started to leave.

*[[Mitch walks inside, showers, and naps]]
*[[Mitch invites Professor Abbie Smith in for a cup of coffee]]
[[Category:Blue Mountain University]]

Follow Mitch, a junior

2014-01-29T04:50:58Z

Jaardreign:

"Hey kid, wake up, you've been sleeping here all night!"

Mitch groggily opened his eyes to discover he was still at The Trainyard, the local divebar he'd gone to last night. He remembered early Freshman orientation had ended, and to celebrate being a successful leader his group had taken him drinking. Then it all got hazy. Beer. Tequila. 90's country playing on the jukebox. A fight? Mitch tried to stretch his jaw. It cracked. Yup, there had definitely been a fight, and he had taken a left hook to the face. He could only assume that was when he passed out. It must have been about 4 hours ago. He looked at the clock: 6am.

The bartender, an brunette with crystalline blue eyes in her early 30's wearing jean shorts and a black tank top, handed Mitch a cup of coffee.

"Here kid. On the house. You look like you need it."

"Thanks," Mitch managed to choke out. He took a sip of the coffee. It was heaven compared to every other feeling in his body. He was hungover, beaten up, dirty, sweaty, and exhausted. He closed his eyes and drank the coffee, letting the caffeine wash through his system in hopes it would wake him up.

Finishing the coffee, he put the porcelain mug down on the bar and reached behind him to grab his hoodie. As he put it on, the bartender looked at him and slammed a nearly empty bottle of tequila down on the bar. There were about 6 shots total left in it.

"You and your friends couldn't quite finish this last night and I can't rightly justify putting this back on bar. So what do you say, handsome? One more for the road?"

*[[Mitch takes a shot with the bartender]]
*[[Mitch goes home]]
[[Category:Blue Mountain University]]

Mitch takes Fatima back to his place

2014-01-29T04:36:38Z

Jaardreign:

"You're off the clock right?" Mitch asked.

"Yup. Your place or mine?"

"Mine," replied Mitch. "I live upstairs."

"Holy shit really? You're THAT Mitch? Well why the hell are we still here?"

Mitch zipped his cock back inside his pants and Fatima grabbed her keys. They ran out into the morning sun and quickly turned the corner to the building's back door. Mitch unlocked it in a hurry and held it open for Fatima, who walked in front.

As Fatima started climbing the stairs, Mitch kept an eye on her ass. It was round, not too big, just strong. She obviously did a lot of squats. As her ass flexed with each step Fatima took up the stairs, Mitch's boner fought against his pants. He lived on the fourth floor and he didn't know how much more he could take, they weren't even ten steps up yet! As they turned a corner in the stairs, Fatima suddenly grabbed the bottom of her tank top. "Oh God" thought Mitch, as he watched her lift it up over her head. She had back dimples that hugged her spine, and thin hips that perfectly curved up into a black lace bra underneath. She threw her tank top behind her shoulder, and Mitch grabbed it as he followed her up the stairs.

They had just passed floor three and were turning another corner. The anticipation was killing him. The more he followed Fatima's flexing ass up the stairs, the more he wanted to ravage her right there in the stairwell. Seeing her back glisten in the fluorescent light didn't help either. Suddenly, just as they were about to hit the fourth floor, she stopped. Mitch stopped too and watched as Fatima slowly unclasped her bra, held it against her breasts, looked back at him, smiled, then dropped her bra on the ground and opened the door to the fourth floor hallway. He followed her in, nearly tripping over himself, but grabbing her bra on the way. He picked it up and checked to see if she was looking. She wasn't. As disgusting as it felt, he lifted the bra up to his nose and smelled. Her old perfume was stuck to it. He could smell it mixed with her natural odors. He closed his eyes and shuddered, unable to believe what was about to happen. Then he shook his head, embarrassed about what he had just done.

"Forget it," he told himself. "No one saw."

He opened the door. The fourth floor hallway was very narrow. There were only two apartments, his and his neighbor's. His neighbor was a professor at Blue Mountain University, Professor Abbie Smith. He had had her for economics last year. He saw Fatima leaning against her doorway. She turned to him and smiled when she heard him open the hallway door.

"Wrong door," Mitch said, coyly.

"Whoops!" squeaked Fatima. She quickly jumped across the hall to Mitch's door and leaned her back against it, exposing her round C-cup breasts to him. "This better?"

Mitch moved in close and reached around her to unlocked his door. As it opened, Mitch scooped Fatima up into his arms and kissed her lips. Their tongues passionately danced around each other in their mouths with the tastes of tequila, salt, lime, and a faint aroma of coffee still lingering. He carried her inside as they kissed, and kicked the door closed behind him, ready for the morning to begin.

*[[To the bedroom!]]
*[[To the shower!]]
[[Category:Blue Mountain University]]

Mitch takes Fatima back to his place

2014-01-29T04:36:23Z

Jaardreign: Mitch and Fatima adjourn to Mitch's home up above the bar.

Mitch does a body shot off Fatima

2014-01-28T05:00:53Z

Jaardreign:

Mitch shrugged and removed his shirt. As he hopped up on the bar and lay on his back, Fatima grabbed a lime and shoved it between his lips, then sprinkled salt on his stomach. As she took the shot, she looked down at his body, tired and dirty. She leaned down and licked the combination of salt and sweat off of his body, nearly gagging at the flavor, but not hating it entirely. There was something enticing about it.

Fatima moved up to his lips and sucked the lime. The flavor was very refreshing compared to the sweat-salt, and she moaned at the contrast. Spitting the lime on the floor, she looked him dead in the eyes. "Your turn kid."

Mitch got up and stood behind the bar in front of Fatima. Their bodies shifted close together and Mitch could feel blood starting to rush to his jeans. He pressed his body to Fatima's. She gasped quietly, not expecting him to be so forward. He leaned into her and her heart started to race. He was taller than her by a good seven inches, her head only coming up to the crook of his neck. She could smell him again, a primal scent, like a mix of sweat and cologne that made her head spin. She felt a drip slide down her leg and bit her lip as Mitch lifted her and lay her on the bar, moving her tank top up over her stomach. He circled her navel with salt and gently placed a lime in her mouth, then poured the remainder of the tequila into her navel, sucked it out, and licked the salt.

As Mitch moved up toward Fatima's lips to suck the lime, she quickly pulled the lime all the way into her mouth. Mitch tilted his head in bewilderment, but Fatima opened her mouth to show that the lime was still there. Mitch swooped in and french kissed her deeply, scooping the lime with his tongue back between her lips and sucking the juices out. Fatima quickly spat the lime away and returned to kissing Mitch, her body now hot with blood flowing down between her legs.

With the bulge in Mitch's pants crying to get out, he quickly unzipped his fly and released his raging cock into the fresh morning bar air. Fatima looked down at it as her head began to spin again, nearly having an orgasm just from the sight of it. She quickly snapped out of it and looked at the clock: 6:45. The bar would be opening for breakfast in 15 minutes!

"Shit," she said.

"What's wrong?"

"The breakfast crowd's gonna come in soon. What should we do?

*[[Mitch takes Fatima back to his place]]

*[[The breakfast crowd can watch]]

[[Category:Blue Mountain University]]

Mitch does a body shot off Fatima

2014-01-28T05:00:22Z

Jaardreign:

Mitch shrugged and removed his shirt. As he hopped up on the bar and lay on his back, Fatima grabbed a lime and shoved it between his lips, then sprinkled salt on his stomach. As she took the shot, she looked down at his body, tired and dirty. She leaned down and licked the combination of salt and sweat off of his body, nearly gagging at the flavor, but not hating it entirely. There was something enticing about it.

Fatima moved up to his lips and sucked the lime. The flavor was very refreshing compared to the sweat-salt, and she moaned at the contrast. Spitting the lime on the floor, she looked him dead in the eyes. "Your turn kid."

Mitch got up and stood behind the bar in front of Fatima. Their bodies shifted close together and Mitch could feel blood starting to rush to his jeans. He pressed his body to Fatima's. She gasped quietly, not expecting him to be so forward. He leaned into her and her heart started to race. He was taller than her by a good seven inches, her head only coming up to the crook of his neck. She could smell him again, a primal scent, like a mix of sweat and cologne that made her head spin. She felt a drip slide down her leg and bit her lip as Mitch lifted her and lay her on the bar, moving her tank top up over her stomach. He circled her navel with salt and gently placed a lime in her mouth, then poured the remainder of the tequila into her navel, sucked it out, and licked the salt.

As Mitch moved up toward Fatima's lips to suck the lime, she quickly pulled the lime all the way into her mouth. Mitch tilted his head in bewilderment, but Fatima opened her mouth to show that the lime was still there. Mitch swooped in and french kissed her deeply, scooping the lime with his tongue back between her lips and sucking the juices out. Fatima quickly spat the lime away and returned to kissing Mitch, her body now hot with blood flowing down between her legs.

With the bulge in Mitch's pants crying to get out, he quickly unzipped his fly and released his raging cock into the fresh morning bar air. Fatima looked down at it as her head began to spin again, nearly having an orgasm just from the sight of it. She quickly snapped out of it and looked at the clock: 6:45. The bar would be opening for breakfast in 15 minutes!

"Shit," she said.

"What's wrong?"

"The breakfast crowd's gonna come in soon. What should we do?

*[Mitch takes Fatima back to his place]

*[The breakfast crowd can watch]

[[Category:Blue Mountain University]]

Mitch does a body shot off Fatima

2014-01-28T05:00:01Z

Jaardreign: Mitch and Fatima do tequila body shots off each other and things start to heat up.

Mitch shrugged and removed his shirt. As he hopped up on the bar and lay on his back, Fatima grabbed a lime and shoved it between his lips, then sprinkled salt on his stomach. As she took the shot, she looked down at his body, tired and dirty. She leaned down and licked the combination of salt and sweat off of his body, nearly gagging at the flavor, but not hating it entirely. There was something enticing about it.

Fatima moved up to his lips and sucked the lime. The flavor was very refreshing compared to the sweat-salt, and she moaned at the contrast. Spitting the lime on the floor, she looked him dead in the eyes. "Your turn kid."

Mitch got up and stood behind the bar in front of Fatima. Their bodies shifted close together and Mitch could feel blood starting to rush to his jeans. He pressed his body to Fatima's. She gasped quietly, not expecting him to be so forward. He leaned into her and her heart started to race. He was taller than her by a good seven inches, her head only coming up to the crook of his neck. She could smell him again, a primal scent, like a mix of sweat and cologne that made her head spin. She felt a drip slide down her leg and bit her lip as Mitch lifted her and lay her on the bar, moving her tank top up over her stomach. He circled her navel with salt and gently placed a lime in her mouth, then poured the remainder of the tequila into her navel, sucked it out, and licked the salt.

As Mitch moved up toward Fatima's lips to suck the lime, she quickly pulled the lime all the way into her mouth. Mitch tilted his head in bewilderment, but Fatima opened her mouth to show that the lime was still there. Mitch swooped in and french kissed her deeply, scooping the lime with his tongue back between her lips and sucking the juices out. Fatima quickly spat the lime away and returned to kissing Mitch, her body now hot with blood flowing down between her legs.

With the bulge in Mitch's pants crying to get out, he quickly unzipped his fly and released his raging cock into the fresh morning bar air. Fatima looked down at it as her head began to spin again, nearly having an orgasm just from the sight of it. She quickly snapped out of it and looked at the clock: 6:45. The bar would be opening for breakfast in 15 minutes!

"Shit," she said.

"What's wrong?"

"The breakfast crowd's gonna come in soon. What should we do?

[Mitch takes Fatima back to his place]

[The breakfast crowd can watch]

[[Category:Blue Mountain University]]

Mitch takes another shot of tequila

2014-01-27T23:56:25Z

Jaardreign: Mitch learns the bartender's name.

Round 2 went down the hatch. This one wasn't nearly as painful. The alcohol was finally starting to have the proper effect on Mitch of killing his hangover, but he was also starting to feel its real effects. The bartender started looking good. Really good.

"What's your name, kiddo?" asked the bartender.

"I'm Mitch," he responded. "Howabout you?"

"Fatima," she answered. Mitch knew there was no way that was her real name, but he wasn't in any state to call her out on it.

"So, Fatima, how's your night going?"

"Almost over, haha. Actually one more minute and I'm off the clock. It's been busy as hell."

"Doesn't look like there's anyone here but me," Mitch observed.

"You napped through most of it," Fatima quipped. Mitch smiled and Fatima smiled back at him. He knew something was up. He couldn't tell if Fatima was flirting with him or if she was a crazy person, but the way her tank top clung to her tight curves made Mitch swallow a bit out of nervousness. He just kept smiling.

Fatima leaned down on the bar, letting Mitch look right into her cleavage. "Let's make round three more interesting," she said.

"What do you have in mind?"

"Body shots." Fatima pointed at the bar. "Get your cute butt up here."

Mitch does a body shot off Fatima
Mitch goes home

Mitch takes a shot with the bartender

2014-01-27T23:46:20Z

Jaardreign:

The bartender pulled up two shotglasses and poured herself and Mitch a shot. They clinked their glasses and drank the tequila. Mitch's head was a timpani. He could feel the alcohol beat into his brain, undoing the caffeine from the coffee and only heightening his hangover. He closed his eyes and clenched his teeth.

"OW FUCK!" he yelled out as he remembered his jaw had taken a beating the night before.

"Careful there soldier," said the bartender. "You took one hell of a beating last night. Don't hurt yourself even more."

"Ugh... did you see who hit me?" asked Mitch.

"Well of course I did," exclaimed the bartender. "It was me."

This was not news Mitch was ready to hear. He looked up at the bartender completely, deep into her crystalline blue eyes, bewildered. "Pardon?"

The bartender flicked her hair and smiled. "You kept reaching for my tits," she said. "I didn't appreciate that. Figured I could either call the cops or knock you out cold. Chose the latter."

"Oh my god I'm so sorry. I get really handsy when I'm drunk. I deserved that."

"That's alright darlin'," said the bartender as she poured another shot of tequila for each of them. "It's not like I minded, I just couldn't have a crowd that big thinkin' I was that easy."

Mitch looked down at the shot in front of him, then at the sunlight starting to peek through the door. Today was the first day of his junior year at Blue Mountain University, and he knew he had an obligation as an orientation leader to be at the Student Center by 8.

The bartender snapped her fingers, getting Mitch's attention. She pointed at the shot glass in front of him.

"Round two? I ain't got all day."

[[Mitch takes another shot of tequila]]

[[Mitch goes home]]

Mitch takes a shot with the bartender

2014-01-27T23:45:41Z

Jaardreign: Created page with 'The bartender pulled up two shotglasses and poured herself and Mitch a shot. They clinked their glasses and drank the tequila. Mitch's head was a timpani. He could feel the alcoh…'

Follow Mitch, a junior

2014-01-27T23:35:49Z

Jaardreign: Mitch wakes up hungover in the bar

"Hey kid, wake up, you've been sleeping here all night!"

Mitch groggily opened his eyes to discover he was still at The Trainyard, the local divebar he'd gone to last night. He remembered early Freshman orientation had ended, and to celebrate being a successful leader his group had taken him drinking. Then it all got hazy. Beer. Tequila. 90's country playing on the jukebox. A fight? Mitch tried to stretch his jaw. It cracked. Yup, there had definitely been a fight, and he had taken a left hook to the face. He could only assume that was when he passed out. It must have been about 4 hours ago. He looked at the clock: 6am.

The bartender, an brunette with crystalline blue eyes in her early 30's wearing jean shorts and a black tank top, handed Mitch a cup of coffee.

"Here kid. On the house. You look like you need it."

"Thanks," Mitch managed to choke out. He took a sip of the coffee. It was heaven compared to every other feeling in his body. He was hungover, beaten up, dirty, sweaty, and exhausted. He closed his eyes and drank the coffee, letting the caffeine wash through his system in hopes it would wake him up.

Finishing the coffee, he put the porcelain mug down on the bar and reached behind him to grab his hoodie. As he put it on, the bartender looked at him and slammed a nearly empty bottle of tequila down on the bar. There were about 6 shots total left in it.

"You and your friends couldn't quite finish this last night and I can't rightly justify putting this back on bar. So what do you say, handsome? One more for the road?"

[[Mitch takes a shot with the bartender]]

[[Mitch goes home]]