Back in college I bought this freak whatever she wanted from waffle house, told her she wasnt obligated to suck my dick, that got me a semester of the best fucks. Talk about an all star special. [MF]

Let me set the scene.

I was in my second year of college, broke as a joke but still finding ways to party and bullshit through classes and practices. I had a lean build from my half-assed attempt to keep up with sports, maybe a little muscle here and there, but nothing to brag about. Miss that body, ngl I gotta get it back.

I was rocking a small afro back then, not the dreads I have now, but still had my own style going on. Anyway, one night after a late study session that was more about me sipping cheap liquor and halfheartedly reading notes, I found myself starving. I had a hankering for Waffle House, that glorious grease trap that calls to you in the darkest hours. In my city sometimes there's three waffle houses on a given street.

I hopped in my old beat-up ride, drove the few miles off campus, and who do I see sitting at a table by the window but this girl named Tasha. Everyone knew Tasha was the kind of chick who partied five nights a week and had a rotation of dudes. Folks called her slutty, but I never judged. If we're using the same metrics I'm a slut. I hate niggas who judge women on the exact same shit they do!

Anyway rumor was she had enough stamina to tire out a frat house if she felt like it. She made Q-dogs tap out.

She was tall, maybe 5'9, with big curly hair dyed a sort of burgundy color. Legs for days, hips that made you do a double take. She was in a tank top no bra and booty shorts even though it was midnight. Did not take a rocket scientist to know she thrived on attention.

Tasha eyed me as soon as I walked in, that slow up-down scan. I had not come there expecting anything, so I just gave her a nod and found a seat. But the Waffle House was near empty, so she slid into my booth and went, "You good with me joining, or you want your lonely breakfast?" I laughed, told her to sit. She gave me a flirty smile and said something about how she was bored out of her mind. I told her I came here to crush some waffles, no big deal. She said, "Same, but I am short on cash."

Shawty was fishing. Probably thought I was a easy lick. My momma taught me there ain't no such thing as free. "If a stranger asks you for money don't give it and expect anything back. Only give what you're able when you're able. Use your discernment young man."

I probably had just enough money to pay for a meal and tip, but I looked at her and said, "No worries, I got you. Order whatever you want." She gave me a curious glance, like she was waiting for me to insinuate something about her hooking up with me. People on campus usually had the rumor that Tasha demanded payment in sexual currency. But I was just hungry, and I did not need to hustle her into sucking my dick for a plate of eggs. So I added, "And by the way, you are not obligated to do anything for me. I am not that kind of nigga."

She blinked, maybe shocked. Then she gave me the slowest, sexiest smirk I had seen in a minute. We ordered. I got my usual all-star special, drowning in syrup, while she racked up a ridiculous tab of bacon, waffles, extra hash browns, all that. We talked a bit about random college drama, some parties I had missed, her hooking up with a guy from some frat but it not working out. Nothing heavy. By the time we left, I had parted with more money than I intended, but Tasha was grinning from ear to ear. She looked at me right outside the Waffle House door and said, "You are a decent guy, you know that?" I shrugged, told her it was nothing. She gave me a little wave, then walked off into the night.

I figured that was that.

A random nighttime generosity. But a day later, I am chilling in the student union, and Tasha breezes up, sits next to me, all casual. She murmured, "I had fun last night. You sure you do not want anything in return?" I shook my head, repeated the same, "I am good. You do you." That apparently flipped a switch in her. She leaned in close, lips brushing my ear. "You might get me addicted if you keep being nice. Next time, do not say no if I want to give you something."

I laughed it off, but she was not joking. That night, I am in my dorm, half-asleep, phone buzzes. Tasha texts me, "I am outside. Let me in." She shows up in these tight-ass leggings and a crop top, hair in a messy bun. She looked me up and down, then said, "I have decided I want to thank you. Do not argue." Before I can question, she yanked my shorts down, found my dick, and gave me one of the wettest blowjobs I had ever had. We are talking sloppy, deep-throated, with moans that made my roommate pretend he was not there. She swallowed every drop, wiped her mouth, then casually said, "Now we are even. Or maybe not." And she left me there dumbstruck, cum practically dripping off her lips.

That was the start of a whole semester of hooking up with Tasha. She would text at random hours, sometimes 3 a.m., sometimes 2 in the afternoon between classes, "Where you at?" I would text back, "Chilling in the quad," and five minutes later, we would be making out in some abandoned hallway or hooking up in my car. She was so carefree about it, telling me, "You are the only guy I know who does not try to push me or judge me. That is sexy as fuck to me.That day at the waffle house I was really low. Couldn't even afford the eggs. I spent my scholarship refund on a car, books And weed. So thank you."

She claimed she got off on the fact that I never demanded anything. The more I was laid-back about it, the harder she fucked me. Talk about a perfect arrangement.

Tasha was a freak in bed, no exaggeration. This chick had no boundaries--she wanted my dick in her mouth, her pussy, sometimes she would let me rim her, or she would bounce on my face while jerking me off. She loved it all. And she would do it with a grin, telling me to "Relax, baby, let me ride," or "Hold that big dick still so I can feast." Not once did she ask for more money or mention the Waffle House meal insinuating she wanted more money. But she would joke about it every time we got sweaty, "Damn, imagine what I'd do if you bought me steak." That always cracked me up.

One time after a party, we ended up at some random buddy's apartment. People were passed out in the living room, so Tasha yanked me into a tiny laundry room. She hopped on the washing machine, yanked my pants down. I was tipsy as fuck, but that did not stop my dick from saluting. She braced her feet on the edges of the machine, spread those long legs, and guided me in. We fucked so passionately that the machine shook. She used her nails to scratch up my back, moaning in my ear, "You see why they call me a slut? Daddy, show me how much you like your slut" I had to stifle my groan by biting her shoulder. We probably woke half the house, but we did not give a damn. I spilled inside her, panting like I'd run a marathon, and she slapped my ass as she hopped down. "Told you I'd pay you back for that waffle," she teased. I nearly collapsed from laughing and post-orgasm weakness.

This arrangement lasted a whole semester. People whispered that Tasha was hooking up with me on the regular, but she did not care about rumors. She wore them like a badge of honor. I would be chilling in my dorm, reading or gaming, and she would knock, walk in, lock the door, and drop her shorts, straddling me like a woman on a mission. Her wetness would soak me before I could even greet her. Next thing I knew, I'd be pinned to my mattress, Tasha riding me, thick thighs pressing against my hips, curly hair bouncing as she moaned my name. She usually came so hard she'd half-scream, biting into my pillow to muffle the sound. Then she'd giggle, kiss me, say, "You are too good for me," and slip out like it was nothing.

She eventually told me she was transferring schools. Some scholarship opportunity or maybe she just got bored with our campus. I am not sure. But that final week before she left, she practically lived in my dorm. We tried every position we could think of, on every surface. She gave me a goodbye blowjob in the library stacks, no lie. My mind was blown. The day she moved out, she sent me a single text: "Thanks for the waffle. And everything else." I never saw her again after that, except maybe a random social media sighting.

To this day, I can not help but laugh at how a simple, "Get whatever you want," turned into months of mind-blowing sex. People always assume she latched onto me for money or some trade. But the truth is, I never asked for anything, and that made her want to give me everything. I guess the moral is, do not be a manipulative asshole. Sometimes, just not expecting a blowjob for a meal can lead to a semester of the best, filthiest fucks you could imagine. Maybe not for everyone, but it sure as hell worked for me.

And that is how I ended up with memories of Tasha's unstoppable mouth, her tight pussy, and her carefree attitude. All because I bought her waffles and did not demand a thing. I would say it was a damn good trade.

I hope she's doing well. I heard she had a kid. And she got like 3 masters degrees. Truly a Renaissance woman.