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It was never my intention to take unfair advantage of a young college coed, but I couldn’t help but fantasize what might lie underneath Chris’ seemingly tough exterior. She had just wrecked her sports car, and I felt bad, because I was playing a cat and mouse game with her, going down the interstate towards Austin from Dallas. I’d follow her for a while and then she would follow me, at break-neck speeds between ninety five and one hundred mph. Miraculously, she escaped injury as she spun out of control, bouncing off the highway concrete median and then to the far side of the freeway, as two eighteen wheelers zoomed past her. I was in shock as I watched the events unfold in my rear view mirror. Standing on the side of the freeway, looking at the crumpled front and back ends of her little sports car, I was amazed that she hadn’t been injured. I loaned her my cell phone to call her dad. She explained that she had wrecked and said a truck had run her off the road. It was a lie, but she smiled and winked at me, so who was I to say anything different? She explained to her dad that “a nice fellow” had stopped to assist her. “No one got hit,” she told her dad, reassuring him that she was not almanbahis injured. I offered her a seat in my SUV while we waited for a wrecker. I called my business appointment and rescheduled it for the next morning. Chris was a senior at Texas State University. She was from Highland Park in Dallas, one of the wealthier of Dallas’ suburbs. As we sat and chatted, keeping an eye for the wrecker, we both became usually comfortable as we chatted. The wrecker arrived, and I watched as Chris stood and chatted with the wrecker driver for a few minutes while he hooked up her car and then pulled it on to the flatbed. She was tall and thin, with curves in all the right places. She settled back into the seat beside and gently brushed her hair back over her shoulder as we watched the wrecker pull away. “Where to?” I asked. “Where ever you want to go,” she casually replied, “I’m all yours.” Brave woman, she was, making that statement. I pulled off the apron of the freeway and on to the exit ramp. I told her that I was going to secure a hotel room for the night and then suggested we get a bite to eat. I offered to take her to her dorm, but Chris said she didn’t want to check in early. “Do you mind almanbahis yeni giriş if we just hang out together?” she asked. “I can get a room, and you can take me to school tomorrow.” “I can get a double, and save you some money,” I said as I pulled under the awning of a hotel. “Sure,” she responded. I put the car in park and walked into the hotel. The clerk was a friendly young lady. “All we have left are King, non-smoking,” she said when I asked for a room. No doubles. College was fixing to start, and there were only two room left, both with King-sized beds. I thanked the clerk and returned to my car. “No doubles,” I replied, “only Kings.” “A King is fine with me,” Chris replied without any hesitation. I was stunned, but tied to not show it. “I’ll keep my clothes on, and you can do the same,” Chris replied. I knew that was not going to happen. I secured the one room left, the other one going while I was debating what to do. Lucky for the both of us, there was an Applebee’s right across the street. I had the chicken fried steak and Chris had some type of salad and a soup. Our conversation was light, and as we sat and chatted, I found myself getting drawn into her beauty; not almanbahis giriş just her outward beauty, but the way she laughed at my corny jokes and comments. I ordered a margarita from the bar for us to share. Chris didn’t waste any time attacking it. I ordered a second and then a third. Lucky for us, the hotel was right across the street. It was after dark, when we stumbled across the parking lot and to our room. I slipped on to the bed and kicked off my shoes as Chris disappeared into the restroom. I closed my eyes, my head spinning. Chris stepped out of the bathroom wearing a long t-shirt and no jeans. I didn’t say a word as she made her way past me and slipped on to the bed. “The bathroom is all yours,” Chris remarked. I slipped off the bed and into the restroom. I slid out my jeans and washed my face. Three margaritas had taken their toll on me. I slipped back on to the bed on top of the bedspread. Chris was flipping through the television channels, her sexy long legs spread out in front of her, her ankles crossed. A torrid love-making scene flickered across the screen. Chris paused on the channel, which was a Spanish language station. “Do you understand Spanish?” Chris asked. “No,” I replied, “But you don’t have to understand Spanish to appreciate passion.” Chris suddenly flipped on to her side, brushing her long red hair back over her shoulder. “Would you like to fuck?” she blurted out while looking at me.