I Love You 3/3

by Junebuggy, Head of Smut Department 

"That was one of the best showers I've ever had Red." She smiles as I dry her off with the towel. "Why'd we have to end it?" She rasps into my ear as she wraps her towel around my back, pulling me closer to her.

"Because if we stayed any longer we'd look like prunes." I breathlessly giggle. "Not only that, but my water bill will go sky high." I chuckle while raising my thumb, making an upward motion.

"Wow!" She nods, giving me a peck on the lips. "You sure know how to make shower sex less sexy. So romantic." The brunette laughs sarcastically gripping my biceps and shrugging her shoulders.

"Oh," I snort, "I make everything less romantic, eh? Says the woman who showed up to a candlelit dinner, covered in mud." I smirk, dropping my towel and take her by her hands, leading us out into the hallway, making our way to the bedroom.

She leans in, her lips skimming my own. "See, but, even in being covered in mud, I..." The last words of her, what I'm sure would have been snarky, comment in retaliation, trails off into nothing as her jaw drops in seeing the sight in front of her. She stands her height and looks down at me, her eyes burning intensely and she grins.

"Oh, now you're speechless?" I whisper as she eyes the room. The set up was similar to that of the rest of the house. Various candles placed purposefully around, rose petals sprinkled on the bed.

"God, I'm so lucky to have you." She says breathlessly. Her hands make their way to my waist as she walks me to the edge of the bed. Laying me down, my wetness growing as she slips between my thighs, and I start to wonder how it is that I can come repeatedly in the shower and still have a scorching desire to have her take me again.

I smile at her words, my hands smoothing up her back, to her neck and I pull. Pull her closer to me, her mouth connecting softly with mine. She licks my bottom lip, begging for entrance which is swiftly granted, allowing her to explore again. My tongue massaging hers, tasting her.

She hovers over me, one hand to steady herself, the other gliding slowly downward, starting at my chin as she kisses me with fervor. Travelling further, her entire hand surrounding my neck, almost gripping and my eyes close. She continues to my collar bone, flitting her nails along, reaching the valley of my breasts. To my torso, her journey tortorously slow to my awaiting desire.

Breaking our kiss the brunette leans her forehead against mine. Her eyes widening as she runs two fingers along my slit, coating them in my arousal. "For me, baby?" She husks, bringing it up to her mouth and sucking, before returning her attention to my aching centre. That action making me want nothing more than to have her inside me, me inside her.

I glide my hand along her thigh, upward to her throbbing bundle of nerves, massaging. Her movements mimicking my own as we rock in a steady rythym against each others palms. She slides two digits in my sex, my eyes widening in pleasant surprise. She thrusts, faster and faster. Making me speed my hand, adding more pressure, a lone finger inside her.

"Fuck... Pepa!" I pant and I know I'm close. She slows her pace and I cry out in disappointment.

She shakes her head, "Don't come yet. I want to come together." Those words only motivating me further. I pull out of her until only the tip of my fingers remain and add two more into the dance. In and out. She moans, I moan as she accelerates her ministrations. I feel her walls clench around me and I curl my fingers inside.

She comes first, shaking above me, the sight of which brings on my own tremors and I tighten around her, my orgasm bursting through me. "Fuck."

~~~~~~~~

We lie for a bit in each others' embrace. Thought returning gradually as I come down from my high and suddenly I remember what this night was for. What I took all night decorating this place for, making a big romantic scene for. "Oh." I say randomly, jumping up and startling my Pepa.

She attempts to grab me, but is unsuccessful as I lean over and open the drawer to the nightstand. "What are you doing? Come, lie with me." She chuckles.

"I have something for you." I reply, pulling out a small, white box. "It's not that big a deal as the first time, but I thought, I'd like to make it as big a deal which is why all the elaborate candles, that really only went to waste, but still looks pretty-"

"First time?" She interrupts and thank god because I'm sure my rambling was about to get mean.

"Just," I sigh, "just open it." She obeys and I see her face light up at the small, shiny object inside. Her eyes well up with tears, at a loss for words. "So?"

"What do you mean 'not that big of a deal', Princess?" She sniffles. "I've been praying for this for months." She takes the key out and smiles before gripping the back of my neck, pulling me into a lingering kiss. "I love you."

"I love you too." I breathe.

So in conclusion to this story, I'd just like to say. Smutty sexy time can be nice... fun even. But when love is involved, it is so much more. And all the more pleasurable. Now go off and smut the one you love! :D

My First Lecture?

by Junebuggy, Head of Smut Department

Hi ladies, and welcome to the first lecture de mi at Pepsi U. To continue the love fest (Be my entry a little late) I am continuing my fic entitled, I Love You. Enjoy! Part three will be up soon.

"Sometimes I think you're hopeless." I chuckle as I slowly unbutton her vest, the slightly dried mud sticking to my fingertips.

"I am not hopeless..." Her face crumples in thought and her bottom lip protrudes. Her thinking face is so adorable, especially with the added dirt sprinkled along her cheeks.

"Oh really?" She nods and I lean in, my lips mere centimeters from hers. "Then why am I undressing you out of your muddy clothes, instead of sitting across my dining room table, gazing into your beautiful eyes?"

She licks her lips and I can feel the moist heat tickle my own, "You didn't have to come, Red." She smiles, shimmying out of the article of clothing I relieved her from, her hands reaching out and grabbing my waist. "I told you I would be quick, and unlike you, I actually would be. I wouldn't take an hour and a half." She finishes with a smirk.

"Eh?!" I hit her arms down, releasing me from her hold. "You show up covered in mud to the romantic dinner I arranged, and you're taking jabs at me?" I giggle as I grab both her hands, pinning them on either side of her hips against the wall. "That's just so mean," I smirk, releasing my grip to slip my hand under her soiled shirt, raking my nails up her torso.

She shivers as my hands slither to the clasps of her of bra, undoing it quickly and she smiles. "You're getting dirt all over me." She giggles and I can't help but to join her.

"Well, good thing we're near the shower." I bite my lip as I pull her shirt above her head. Drinking in the sight of my topless lover. A sight I know I will never get sick of seeing. I step closer to her, our bodies almost touching, almost, and reach out, making quick work of unbuttoning and unzipping her jeans. Our eyes connecting as I lower myself to my knees slowly, tugging at the last remaining items of clothing, leaving Pepa in a complete state of undress.

I feel her trembling underneathe my fingertips as I caress her thighs, holding on for support as I stand again. I turn my back toward her. "Unzip me." I whisper and she obliges, her fingers purposely grazing my back as she does so, and my eyes flutter at the contact. I turn back to face her, gradually letting my outfit fall off my shoulders.

I push aside the curtain and turn the water on, testing the temperature before gesturing with a tilt of my head for the brunette to step in. "Oh, so, you're done stripping for me then?" She chuckles as she steps inside. I slap her on the ass. "Oy!" Her jaw drops and she pulls me in with her, shedding me of the last of my material blockade. Throwing them out onto the floor, and shutting the curtain.

The warm water cascades down our bodies, fastly drenching us. Droplets running down and into every indent of my brunette. My eyes hungrily chasing those drops. I grab the shampoo and inch closer to her, putting my pointer into the air, twirling it and she understands. Her back facing me. I lather the liquid in my hands, then massage her scalp, and I hear a soft moan escape her as the foam takes over her wet locks.

My hands drift down her neck easily, our bodies made slick by the body wash, down further to her shoulders, around to her collar bone. Lower still as they reach her supple mounds. Lingering there a while, gripping, massaging, the way I've learned that she likes. A moan escaping her lips. Her hand snakes around the back of my neck and she pulls. Our lips connecting, lightly at first, then deeper, deeper still until we are each others breath.

More soap, lathering, foam, all over us. The burning sensation it causes on my sex only heightening my want for her. I bring my head back, our lips parting with an audible smack. Only to replace one of my hands. I take an erect nub between my teeth, drawing another heavenly cry out from her and slip that hand down to her awaiting desire, her breath hitching on contact.

I tease a bit, with one finger, gliding through folds, her grip tightening as she attempts to balance herself on me. I smirk as I purposely pass over her sensitive nerves. "Sil..." I look up at her and she bites her lip. "Please?" She rasps as she entangles a fist in my hair. Her want heard over the splashing sounds in this shower. I nod, because god knows I can't play any more, and obey her pleas. Two fingers sliding in with ease, in and out. Slowly at first, but speeding my hand with every breath. Her hips moving in rythym with my repeated motions. Working toward the same goal. I lift my head from her breast and crash my lips onto hers, muffling her cries. Her fingertips sinking into my flesh, gripping harder as waves of ecstasy flow through her. My pace quickening with every mention of my name.

"Fuck Silvia!" She breathes against my lips as she trembles to my touch.

Okay, ladies, now go out there and have fun in the shower!!

Pepa Silvia

We can dance if we want to. We can leave your friends behind...

by Cela

Now that the Ice Cream Body Painting Contest is over (and, boy was that a blast), it’s time to clean up, dress up, and get ready for…

PepSi University’s first ever school dance – this year, we’re doing it 80s style!

To start the night, everybody* will be arriving in mondo 80s luxury and style - an 80s Lincoln Towncar Stretch Limousine!

At the door, don’t forget to pick up your snap bracelets and friendship bracelets (what would the 80s have been without cheap jewelry??)

*Noids not invited

She wants to party. She wants to get down...all she wants to do is dance (and make romance).

by Cela 

The dance floor is where y’all can get down to all the 80s hits. So, make your way over, walking like an Egyptian, and don’t forget to do a little moonwalkin’, too.

Here’s the awesome party playlist:


Also, I hope everyone will gather ‘round the floor when it comes time for Dr. B and Scoopgirl’s very special performance from Dirty Dancing. They’ve been practicing very hard, and I’m sure the show will be ace! (And, remember…nobody puts Baby in a corner.)

Because our retro dance party is all about the 80s, not the 70s (the 70s, like lame, for sure)…we won’t be using a grodie old disco ball…we’ll have a rubik’s cube to light up our floor.

Anybody have any other special music requests???


Situated around the dance floor, there will be monitors playing 80s movie classics:

The Breakfast Club and Ferris Bueller’s Day Off


Top Gun and The Goonies

Ghostbusters and Adventures in Babysitting

So let's sink another drink, 'cause it'll give me time to think.

by Cela 

Primo eats will be provided by BMF and her posse, while the bar, manned by purplemartini, will be serving up whatever your poison (Poison! Every rose has it’s thorn, man!) may be.

The specials, though, will include the Pretty in Pink cocktail.


And, jello shots!


(Yes, that IS Bill Cosby’s likeness. Isn’t it sick?!)

For those not so alcohol-inclined…well, this is one time where you will be actively encouraged to drink the Kool-Aid. And, we’re retiring the Pepsi for one night…and drinking TAB instead!



















BMF, azwombat, pepsimax, and purplemartini…please feel free to chime in and let us know what you have planned for the party!!

'Cause I've got Pac-Man (BMF) Fever

by Cela 

Of course, I couldn’t forget the pool. Y’all seemed so fond of our pool party before…so let’s continue the fun, shall we?


Bring your floaties, water guns, and lots of lotion (don’t worry, I’ll get your back for ya. *wink*).

And, before the night is over, we’ll have a costume contest. (Presided over by Pepsi University Faculty.) The grand prize winner will receive…



A Ms. Pac-Man arcade machine! (I know you want it…you’d be a total hit in your PepSi U dorm with this thing.)

So, come sportin’ your Michael Jackson glove or your Madonna cone bra. I want to see lace, and I want to see crimped hair…and let’s all jam out to the totally rad 80s!

"I Bet You Look Good on the Dancefloor"

 by KalikeCA, Esq

George Bernard Shaw once said that dancing is "the vertical expression of a horizontal desire legitimized by music." To me, this is the truest statement that describes the way Pepa and Silvia interacted when they were dancing together. It was more than just two people moving to the flow of the music. It was like the music became infused with their entire body, adding a whole new level of sensuality to their relationship. If you don't believe me, then you should stop reading right now and go re-watch the beginning of Episode 103. I'm serious. Go re-watch it. I'll wait. Ok. Now that you have a visual of what I'm talking about, we can focus on you. How can you capitalize on expressing yourself vertically? That's easy. All you need to do is follow PepSi's dance lessons.

Step 1: Have confidence. Confidence is sexy. Pepa never said she was fantastic dancer, and she didn't need to - her confidence in her dancing abilities spoke for her. At Rocio's bachelorette party, Pepa didn't hesitate to get up and dance the hell out of the Flamenco, and her confidence worked wonders. Silvia spent most of that dance shooting daggers a Pepa's dance partner, wishing that she was the one dancing with Pepa. So, you don't have to be the best dancer in the world to be the sexiest. You simply have to have confidence in yourself and believe that you can be sexy even when you're doing something as simple as "picking up a fucking file."
Step 2: Practice and don't be afraid to ask for help. Practice makes perfect, and sometimes you have to be willing to accept help if you want to improve your dancing skills. PepSi definitely recognized this. Even though it was for an undercover mission, Pepa and Silvia knew that they had to be convincing in their role as strippers or their cover would be blown. So they practiced. Sure, Silvia was using it (and her feigned inexperience in dancing) as a pretense to get Pepa to touch her, but we all know that PepSi were masters in the art of multitasking. And let's face it: that rehearsal was extremely productive in more ways than one. So take the time to practice and see how you can perfect your dance steps. If you aren't near an interrogation room, improvise and use a mirror at home. Or your nearest parking garage.
Step 3: Trust your partner. Every single dance that Pepa and Silvia shared together was sexy, because they were always in sync with each other. Regardless of whether they were doing a striptease, rocking out, or moving to a slow dance, they were playing off of the vibes that they got from each other. This energy is what added a whole new level of sensuality to their dancing. So trust your partner - let her help you reach a vertical level of desire you've never experienced before.
Step 4: Listen to the music. If dancing really is the "vertical expression of a horizontal desire," then when you're dancing you are really having a ménage à trois between you, your dance partner, and the music. So let the music be your guide. Don't be afraid to let loose and rock out when the music calls for it. At the same time, don't be afraid to pull your partner closer to you during slower, more romantic tunes. Let the music wash over you and block out the rest of the world so that it's just the two of you sharing that intimate moment together on the dance floor. After all, in that moment all that really matters is you, her, and the music. If you do it right, you'll end up experiencing something like this:
And that, my friends, is what the vertical expression of a horizontal desire looks like.

I'm willing to bet that every single one of you girls looks good on the dance floor, so grab the Pepa or Silvia in your life and have some fun!

kalike

*The title for this lecture is based on the song "I Bet You Look Good on the Dancefloor" by Arctic Monkeys.

BMF'S FOOD COLUMN

Love is in the air at Pepsi U but we all know the way to a woman’s heart is through her stomach. Pepa seduced Silvia with Jabugo ham, king prawns as well as friquito friquito vino and I think it’s safe to say her meal was a success. If words are not your strong point, then this seductive menu will be sure to romance the pants off that special someone in your life. I have incorporated so many aphrodisiacs in to this menu, that Aphrodite herself would be proud. On a more serious note, please do not hold me responsible for you actions after eating this....

Starter
Chilli crab cakes
The body's reaction to eating chilli is similar to the feelings you experience when.... (You know what), such as an increased heart rate and circulation and sweating. They also contain capsaicin which gives the body a temporary high.

Ingredients
15g (½ oz) butter

15g (½ oz) flour

125ml (4fl oz) milk

340g (12½ oz) mixed crabmeat, fresh or defrosted

1 lemongrass, finely chopped

1 green chilli, deseeded and chopped

1tbsp fresh root ginger, peeled and grated

115g (4½ oz) fresh breadcrumbs

1 medium egg, beaten

Sunflower oil, for frying

Salt and black pepper
For the red chilli garnish: 1-2 medium red chillies, deseeded and finely shredded

4 spring onions, finely shredded

Melt the butter in a small saucepan and add the flour. Cook for 1 minute, stirring continuously. Remove from heat and gradually stir in the milk. Return to the heat and cook for 2-3 mins until mixture thickens.

Remove the pan from the heat and add the crabmeat, lemongrass, chilli, ginger, salt, pepper and 30g of breadcrumbs. Mix together and leave to cool.

Using wet hands (no dirty thoughts allowed), shape the crab mixture into 10 cakes. Dip the crab cakes in the beaten egg and coat in the remaining breadcrumbs. Cover and chill for 20 mins. Heat the oil in a frying pan. Lightly cook the cakes for 3-5 mins on each side or until golden brown.

Serve the crab cakes alongside lime wedges and topped with shredded red chillies and spring onion

Main
Honeyed duck
Its sweetness and stickiness makes honey a very sensual food. This recipe also contains ginger which is supposed to be a sexual stimulant and it also warms up the body and increases the heart rate. Garlic improves blood circulation which boosts sexual performance and makes erogenous zones more sensitive.

Ingredients
2 medium duck breasts, trimmed

2tbsp sunflower oil

½ tbsp Chinese Five Spice

1tbsp acacia honey

1 inch /Alex Pina’s penis size piece of ginger, peeled and cut in to matchsticks

1 fat clove of garlic, peeled and sliced thinly

1 spring onion, trimmed and sliced in strips (how I would like to see “el gordo”)

225g (8oz) pak choy

Trimmed Coriander sprigs for decoration.
1. Brush duck breasts with 1tbsp oil, then rub with Chinese Five Spice.

Heat ½ tbsp oil in a non-stick pan and cook duck skin-side down first until crisp and golden.. About 4 mins. Turn over and cook the other side the same. With the skin side up, place in a pre-heated oven at 200°C/400°F/gas 6 for 10 mins, or until cooked to preference, drizzling with honey for the last 5 mins of cooking.

Heat the remaining oil in the duck pan and fry ginger, garlic and spring onions. Add to duck in roasting pan. Meanwhile cook pak choy in salted boiling water until just tender. Drain.

Spoon ginger and garlic mix onto four warmed serving plates and put duck breasts on top. Serve with pak choy and decorate with coriander sprigs.

Dessert
Strawberry and vanilla cream sponge
Described as fruit nipples in erotic literature, strawberries are the symbol of passion, they're perfect for sharing, rich in Vitamin C and delicious!

Ingredients
175g unsalted butter

175g golden caster sugar

1tsp baking powder

1 ½ tsp vanilla extract

3 eggs 175g self-raising flour
4 tbsp strawberry jam

284ml carton double cream

2 tbsp icing sugar, sifted

1 vanilla pod, seeds scraped out

Heat the oven to 180C/fan 160C/gas 4. Butter and base line two 18cm sandwich tins. Beat all the cake ingredients together in a large bowl until smooth. Divide between the tins and level out. Bake for 20-25 minutes until they are well risen and spring back when lightly pressed. Leave to cool in the tins for 5 minutes then turn out onto a rack and peel away the paper. Cool completely.
Spread the jam onto the base of one sponge. Lightly whip the cream with the icing sugar and vanilla seeds and spread half of it over the top of the jam. Sandwich the other sponge on top. Spread the remaining cream over the top with a palette knife.

PepSi Mia!

by Malbeca, MPep


Dear Dr. Pied Piper,

You know I have the greatest respect and admiration for you as my Professor at PepSi University. For weeks I’ve been struggling with a topic for my first lecture. Yesterday while I was driving my car I suddenly had this brilliant idea for my first lecture. You’ll either hate me or love me even more.

This lecture is solely dedicated to you.

Malbeca, Mpep
Graduate Assistant

The Swedish pop group ABBA is one of the most popular bands in the history of music. Their songs are famous all over the world. In 1974 the group won the European Song Contest with their hit song Waterloo. In 1999 Mama Mia the Musical premiered in London and has since been translated and performed in many different languages and countries. The universal lyrics make it easy to apply them to many situations. That is why I am bringing you my PepSi Mia through the words of ABBA.

Take a chance on me

Take a chance on me
(Come on, give me a break will you?)
Take a chance on me
Oh you can take your time baby, I'm in no hurry, know I'm gonna get you
You don't wanna hurt me, baby don't worry, I ain't gonna let yo
Let me tell you now
My love is strong enough to last when things are rough
It's magic
You say that I waste my time but I can't get you off my mind
No I can't let go
'Cos I love you so


Piper's Commentary: This song briliantly captures the beginning of PepSi - courtship, doubts, flirtation, vascillation, and finally, coupledom.

Mama Mia

Mamma mia, here I go again
My my, how can I resist you?
Mamma mia, does it show again?
My my, just how much I've missed you
Yes, I've been brokenhearted
Blue since the day we parted
Why, why did I ever let you go?
Mamma mia, now I really know,
My my, I could never let you go.


Piper's Commentary: Our PepSi went through heartaches and goodbyes in order to grow and realize how much they mean to each other. However, we can assume that instead of saying "Mama Mia", they would have said "Madre Mia"

Knowing me, knowing you

No more carefree laughter
Silence ever after
Walking through an empty house, tears in my eyes
Here is where the story ends, this is goodbye

Knowing me, knowing you (ah-haa)
There is nothing we can do
Knowing me, knowing you (ah-haa)
We just have to face it, this time were through
(this time were through, this time were through
This time were through, were really through)
Breaking up is never easy, I know but I have to go
(I have to go this time
I have to go, this time I know)
Knowing me, knowing you
It's the best I can do

Piper's Commentary: This ABBA song poignantly says what Silvia must have been feeling every morning she woke up, reached for Pepa, and realized she's not there. The song sums up The Big Breakup: while we knew they would eventually get back together, we were heartbroken anyway.

I do I do I do I do I do

“Love me or leave me, make your choice but believe me
I love you
I do, I do, I do, I do, I do
I can’t conceal it, don’t you see, can’t you feel it?
Don’t you too?
I do, I do, I do, I do, I do”


Piper's Commentary: And they finally got back together, stronger and closer, more sure of themselves, together and apart. And they know that no matter what the future brings, it will be okay as long as they face it together.

While Dr. Piper is on sabbatical, per approval by Dr Booker, for one hour at noon each day ABBA music will be played at the PepSi University Dining Room. And perhaps Dr. Piper you will be tempted to change your BBerry ringtone to Dancing Queen while you travel the world.

Piper's Commentary: Just like the musical and the movie spawned by the prolific songs and lyrics of ABBA's repertoire, so can the whole story of Pepa and Silvia be told, sung, and danced. I can just see it now: the marquee reading "PepSi Mia!" adorning the billboards of the Ambisex Auditorium. Broadway and West End scrambling to stage our musical, and finally, a Tony for Malbeca for the brilliant adaptation of a musical adaptation. And I will be on the front row, not warming seats, but looking on very proudly.

I am not a dreamer - that's the specialty of Dr. Booker - but I can still imagine how bright the future is for my Graduate Assistant.

Los Hombres de Paco

DR. BOOKER: A ROMANTIC FOOL?

 by Dr. Booker

Dr. Piper and I have had many late night discussions about romance. She often looks at me as if I am an alien and I can see she is trying hard to figure out what planet I am from. Before she left on sabbatical I told her how I became a romantic. I also asked her if it would be all right if PepSi University had some romantic fun while she was gone, so she would not have to face it while she was here. She agreed to my idea and suggested that I share my story.

But Dr. Piper also warned me that every time the LOVE word is mentioned by me, her Blackberry will ding--no matter where she is in the world. I suggested that she put her Blackberry on vibrate and she turned bright red and said she would not be comfortable with what "that implied." That is the difference between the two doctors: I would love that vibrating Blackberry and she would rather have a ding.

How did I become a romantic? It didn't come naturally to me, and I admit I had to work at it. I lived in a home that had two parents who never smiled at each other, never touched hands, never hugged and certainly never kissed. I thought this was normal behavior, until I started watching old movies on television. I mean OLD black and white films and they introduced me to romance. Two films stand out to me: It Happened One Night (1934) and Random Harvest (1942) and they are two of my favorite films of all time. These films showed me that couples could laugh and tease, they could share intense longing looks, and they could kiss like they have been waiting a lifetime to do so. I knew then that I wanted that kind of love, and not the kind my parents had or didn't have.

When I discovered Pepa and Silvia, it was like the old movies had been updated. Here we had flirting, fighting, seduction, and the long awaited kiss. I loved these two women and was hoping their love would last forever.

A student recently asked me, "Dr. Booker, what is the best thing about being in love?"

Not surprisingly, I couldn't give one single answer, but here are my top five answers for today:

1. walking into a crowded room and making eye contact with your partner and you just know everything...you just know
   
2. holding hands while walking out of the movie theatre
3. waking up early and seeing her sleeping next to you, and she is smiling
4. she makes you a cup of tea before you know you want one
5. kissing her after she has the hiccups, holding and kissing her after she has cried, kissing after you have danced the slowest dance in the entire world. Kissing...just kissing.

Being a romantic allows me to have a happy outlook on life, without being in denial. Romantics see the world clearly, but we do know two things: that there is much to hope for and that someone is there to greet us at the end of the day.

Dr. Piper's Blackberry must be dinging all over Europe by now. While she is gone we will be silly and romantic. Just like Pepa and Silvia. We have been inspired by these two women and we are going to dance, frisk, eat and kiss. There is a reason that we have chosen to work or attend PepSi University, and now is the time to celebrate that decision.

Dr. Booker