1 comments/ 63191 views/ 7 favorites The Frat Party Ch. 01 By: jallen944 It was almost ten o'clock at night. Allie Miller took off her glasses and rubbed her eyes, and looked at the alarm clock on the stand by her bed. Was that right? Had she been studying for seven hours? She needed a break. She padded across the small dorm room in her fluffy pink bunny slippers to the small refrigerator and got a cold bottle of water. She twisted the top off and took a drink. She went back to the arm chair in front of her bed, past Erin's bed. Her roommate had been out all day. Where could she have to go if she wasn't going to classes? And her bed was trashed. Was she ever going to make her bed? Allie sat down again in the chair with her text book and her notes, and put her feet up on the table. She couldn't worry about Erin. She had a mock debate coming up on Monday, and was determined to do well on it. She looked at the blank wall by the door, and smiled. She wanted to do well for Professor Morris because he was so smart, and, well, so cute. All her life, she had assumed that college professors were all old and gray haired and frumpy. She never imagined they could be ... sexy. She yawned. It was getting late. She was already in her sweat pants and t-shirt that said Michigan State University on the front. It was time for bed. Erin could stay out all night if she wanted, and get in trouble with her grades. She was going to get some rest. There would be time for more studying tomorrow. She went into the bathroom to brush her teeth. When she came out, Erin was standing by her bed, tossing through her clothes. "Erin. I didn't hear you come in," Allie said. Erin looked up briefly. "Hey Allie. Have you seen my purple shirt?" "No, I haven't," Allie said, and shook her head. She picked up her textbook and closed it, watching her roommate out of the corner of her eye. Erin was a different story. She really wanted to like her roommate, but they were so dissimilar. She was wearing tight, low jeans, and her purple shirt really showed her cleavage. But then, she went to public school, instead of being homeschooled. She was sure that was why she was so wild and out of control. "There it is," Erin said. She bent down beside her bed and snatched up her purple blouse from the pile of clothes collected around her bed like moss. As if she was alone in the room, she pulled off her tight green t-shirt and put on the purple blouse. It was cut low, and showed Erin's cleavage. With her hands, she adjusted her boobs under the shirt so they showed even more. Allie tried not to stare. Her roommate was so skinny, and had a perfect body. Her breasts were the perfect size, not oversized like her own. She wasn't heavy, just a few pounds overweight. But her boobs were just too big. "What are you doing, Allie?" Erin said. She sat down on the corner of her bed to touch up her lip gloss. "I don't know. I was thinking about going to bed." Erin turned to her with her mouth hanging open. "Go to bed? You're kidding me, right?" "No, I'm not. It's late," Allie said, and picked up her notebook and pen. Erin laughed. "It's not late. Hell, it's only ten o'clock." "Where are you going?" Allie said. "I'm going to a frat party. With guys. Come on. Why don't you come with me?" "I don't know. I really should get to bed," Allie said. "You've never been to a party with guys, have you?" Erin said. Allie hesitated, and looked away. "Not really." "I can tell. Look. Why don't you just come with me? Let yourself go for once. Have some fun," Erin said. Allie crossed her arms over her chest. There would be people there. Could she go to a strange place where people would see her? "I don't know," she said. Erin shrugged and stood up. "Ok. I'll tell you all about it tomorrow." "Wait. I'll go," Allie said. She pushed her glasses up on her nose. Erin smiled. "Cool. Get changed. Put on something hot," she said. "I don't think I have anything ... hot," Allie said. Erin paused and looked at the moat of clothes around her bed. She scooped up a blouse and held it out. "Here. Wear this," she said. Allie took it and held it up to her chest. "I can't wear this. It shows too much." Erin grinned and nodded. "That's the point, girl. And you got a lot to show." Allie turned her back to Erin to change into the shirt. Nothing made her more self-conscious than to know that someone was looking at her breasts. It was a long walk to the party. They walked clear across campus, past all the other frat houses, and it was a chilly October night. The borrowed shirt had a deep V down the front that revealed much more of her breasts than she was comfortable with. Mom would never approve. She wished she had at least worn a jacket or a sweater. Now her nipples were hard, and she would have to keep her arms crossed all night so guys wouldn't stare at her chest. That was so embarrassing. The frat house was packed with people and it was difficult to move trough the crowd. Allie stayed close to Erin. It was too easy to get lost in there, and she didn't know anyone. There was a pounding music that shook the whole house. Allie could feel the vibration in her feet. As soon as they were in the front door, someone handed each of them a beer in a red plastic cup. She looked at the beer. She was still only eighteen. Could she get in trouble for drinking? But it didn't seem to bother Erin. She was only a year older than her, and she was taking a big drink from her cup. Allie shrugged and took a sip. It was bitter and made her shiver. If it was good enough for Erin, though, it was good enough for her. They stood together off to the side of the main room, sipping the beer in their red cups. All around them were cute guys, some tall, some short, some with dark hair, some with light hair. Erin had a big grin on her face. She leaned close to speak into Allie's ear, over the noise of the music. "Isn't this cool?" Erin said. Allie nodded. There were so many guys. Why had she never done this sooner? Erin looked into her red plastic cup. "Let's get some more beer," she shouted into Allie's ear. Allie nodded again. She still had about half of her beer left. She drank it down quickly and followed Erin through the crowd. They found a guy in another room with a keg. He refilled their cups, and Allie tried to get his attention to thank him, but the music was too loud, and he was too busy refilling other people's red plastic cups. She moved on with Erin. They found a stairway to the basement, where people were going up and down. The music was louder there. "Let's go down there," Erin said. They pushed their way through the people to get down the stairs. It was dark in the basement, and even more packed with people. Against the back wall of the basement was a real bar, where people were jammed in, getting drinks. At the other end of the basement was a small stage, where a real band was cranking out very loud music. "This is so cool," Allie shouted into Erin's ear. "Let's go to the bar," Erin shouted. They fought their way to the bar. Erin got another beer. Allie watched her get her cup refilled again by the cute guy behind the bar. How did she drink it so fast? Her own cup was still full, and she was getting dizzy from her first beer. They watched the band for a while. It was too dark to see much. Allie would have liked to go back upstairs, where she would at least get to look at the cute guys, but she was too afraid to leave Erin's side. In the middle of one of the songs, two girls climbed up on the small stage and started to strip out of their clothes. The guys all cheered and whistled. Allie felt her face get warm, and put her hand over her mouth. She should not be there to watch this. But Erin turned and put her hand on her shoulder. She was laughing out loud like it was the funniest thing she had ever seen. Allie stared at her. How could she think this was funny? She looked at the girls on the stage again. They had removed their shirts and jeans, and were dancing to the music in their underwear. One of the girls put her hands on her hips and thrust her backside in and out. The other girl removed her bra and ran her hands over her bare chest. The guys in the crowd whooped and shouted. Allie could not tear her eyes away. She had never seen anything so horrifying. But there was another feeling inside her, that made the horror of what she was seeing seem insignificant. The two girls on stage started kissing, and put their arms around each other, and were touching each other in different places. The feeling made her warm between her legs, and made her nipples tingly. She looked at the beer in her cup. How much of it was the alcohol? She turned around and rested her elbows on the bar. Her head was spinning. She rubbed her legs together and gasped. There was no way she could deny it. She was horny. She turned her head down and rubbed her forehead. That was her problem. She was lonely. Lonely and horny. That was a bad combination. How long had it been since she did anything with a boy? Was it that long since she fooled around with Rob in the back of his Dad's car? For all that time, she regretted letting him take her virginity, and denied that she could be horny. Right now she would have given anything to be in that backseat with him again. "Hey Allie? You ok?" Erin said. Allie nodded. "Just a little dizzy." Erin patted her shoulder. "You're drinking your beer too fast. Just take it easy for a while and let me know when you're ready for another one," she said. Allie shook her head. She wasn't going to be ready for more. She was going to be ready to go home. Erin, though, was already flirting with the bartender. He was cute, and looked interested in her. Allie watched her friend. He probably had his own car. Would Erin wind up in the backseat of it with him before the night was over? Someone was pushing against her. People had been bumping into her since they got there. It was hard to avoid being jostled and bumped with so many people pressed together. This one, though, was different. This one was pushing against her butt. She pushed back, and something hard wedged between her butt cheeks. She gasped, and her eyes opened wide. Was that what she thought it was? She was afraid to move, hoping that it was just her imagination. She was freaking out over nothing, she was sure. It was probably a woman's purse, or a guy with a wallet in his back pocket. No guy would be so bold to push his hard penis into a strange girl's butt in a dark room, would he? She pushed back again. Whoever it was behind her pushed back, and se felt it again, the hard ridge that wedged between her butt cheeks. There was no way to mistake it that time. There was a strange man behind her pressing his erect penis against her butt. Allie panted. Both of her hands were flat on the bar. Her face was flushed, and she had perspiration on her forehead. She felt warm all over. She looked back over her shoulder. All she could see was the vague outline of a tall man. It was too dark to see his face. He pushed forward against her again. She moaned. A tingle ran up her spine. What was she going to do? Her pulse was racing. She looked at Erin beside her, whose eyes were locked on the bartender. Couldn't she tell what was happening right there beside her? The strange man put his hand on her hip, and she moaned again. It was hard to deny, though, that his hard penis felt good right where it was. Should she let him keep it there? What if he expected more from her? She leaned over to her roommate. "Erin? I think the guy behind me wants to ... have sex with me." Erin stared at her. "No way." "I think so," Allie said, and nodded. Erin looked back, but if she could see anything more about the strange guy, she couldn't tell. "Go for it," Erin said, with a big grin. Allie just stared at her. How did she know she was going to say that? She was breathing hard. Her fingers clawed at the far edge of the bar. She held her breath. This was the craziest thing she had ever done. What would Mom think if she knew she was trying to entice a complete stranger to have sex with her? She looked at the beer in the red cup on the bar in front of her, and at her friend Erin, who was engrossed once again in the bartender. She grinned. It was a smug grin. It was time to stop worrying about what Mom would think. It was time to stop behaving the way she thought Mom expected her to behave. It was time to be like Erin, a little wild and out of control. She pushed her butt back again and wiggled it a little side to side. Both of his hands squeezed her hips and pulled her back. The ridge of his erection pushed deeper into the groove between her butt cheeks. She gasped. That was all it took. He rocked her back and forth. His hard bulge rubbed along her pussy, where she was warm and wet. She moaned softly, and lowered her head to the bar. His strong hands were squeezing the soft flesh of her hips, holding her up, moving her back and forth. It was a good thing. Her knees felt weak, and she was sure she would fall down if he let go. He must have known about some place they could go. Maybe there was a bedroom upstairs, or maybe he had a car with a big backseat. But before she could turn around to ask, his hands reached around her waist and popped open the button of her jeans. "Oh my God," she said out loud. But the music was too loud for Erin or anyone to hear. His fingers pulled down her zipper. She reached down to stop him, but he pushed her hands away. He yanked the back of her jeans down. She felt a cool breeze between her legs. Was she really that wet down there? His hand slipped down the back of her panties, and his finger rubbed her slit. Allie moaned and bit her lower lip. His finger touched her most sensitive spot and her back arched. That was it. She gave in. He could do anything he wanted to her. He pulled her panties down to the middle of her thighs. Was that a tear? Did she feel them rip? Was he going to be rough with her? The thought made her shiver. She couldn't wait. For a long time, there was nothing, as if he had left her like that with her jeans pulled down. What was he doing? Had he split and left her like that? She was just about to turn around to find out what was keeping him when she felt a warm, hard penis pressed against her butt. She flinched and let out a yelp. She looked around. There were so many people pushed up against them, jostling them and moving to the music that no one could see anything. The hard penis was poking her butt, like it was trying to find its home. Allie snickered. At the moment, she didn't care if she was up on that stage, bent over with her jeans down and a stranger about to have sex with her, where everyone could see them. She just wanted him to do it to her. His rough fingers pulled the lips of her pussy open. She winced. Finally, the head of his penis pushed between her wet lips. Allie lifted her head and gasped. It was so hot and so ... thick. The bartender grinned at her. Allie blinked. Did he know what was happening to her? She looked at Erin. She was grinning at her, too. The guy behind her pushed his penis in slowly. Allie gritted her teeth and whimpered. Her whole body shook. She was having an orgasm, but so soon? She didn't know that was possible. It pushed deep inside her, deeper than she would have believed a penis could go. The stranger's hands held her bare hips, and rocked her back and forth. She lowered her head and moaned, although she couldn't hear it. The gentle rocking motion was hypnotic. The deafening music and the bright flashing lights on the stage became a blur. All of her senses focused on the thick, hot penis that stretched her open and probed deep into her body. Allie was panting, and moaning out loud through her open mouth. Her nipples and her big boobs brushed the top of the bar every time she rocked back and forth. The rough hands squeezed her hard. His hips slammed against her butt, and she felt a warm fluid shooting into her womb. Her eyes snapped open. "Oh my God," she said, and she orgasmed again. Her back arched and her head turned up. Her body spasmed over and over, like someone was touching a live electric wire to her toes, and the jolts shot through her body over and over, all the way to the top of her head. The intense waves of pleasure hadn't finished rolling through her body when the stranger pulled his penis back out. Her head dropped to her folded arms on the bar. Her whole body went limp, and she would have fallen to the floor if Erin hadn't grabbed her arm. "Allie? Are you all right?" she said. Allie nodded and brushed her long, dark hair out of her eyes. She pushed her glasses up on her nose. "I'm great," she said, and smiled at Erin. She was trembling. It took a minute to calm down. She bent down and pulled up her jeans and panties before another strange guy decided her bare butt was an invitation for him to insert his hard penis. That thought made her flush, and she touched her hand to her bare chest, where the open shirt exposed her cleavage. What if she had a room full of guys, lined up, waiting to insert their hard penises and do it to her, have sex with her from behind? The idea sent a chill down her spine. Could she make that come true? The Frat Party Ch. 01 The Frat Party Ch. 01 Martha silently bristled at the comment, very aware of how the rest of the adults reacted as if waiting for her to respond. The only one not paying attention was her husband. He was too busy looking at how Darlene's full breasts were lifted and straining against her halter top. "And you never told me how handsome he was," Darlene continued. "Did someone say my name?" Tad approached the adults but made sure to stand close to Darlene. "Hey everyone, I hope you're all enjoying the party and make sure you help yourselves to our snacks and non-alcohol punch. Anyone care for some?" Tad held both cups out, but made sure the right one was pointed at Darlene. "Yes, why not?" Darlene accepted the cup from Tad. She turned and smiled and posed before the other parents with obvious satisfaction. Tad raised the other cup high to Darlene's. "Kappa Omega!" The Frat Party Ch. 01 Tommy pressed through the den and between the dancing bodies until he found himself just behind the edge of the crowd around the low table. It took him a moment to notice that he was standing right behind his mother. He was transfixed by the way she was seductively dancing in place. He stepped closer behind her to see what she and everyone else was looking at. Darlene continued to dance where she stood. The energy and the music and the cheering of everyone around her was beginning to overwhelm her. She couldn't stop staring at Tad laying on the table while Cindy was licking the tequila off his chest. She felt a warm body suddenly pressing against her back. Dizzy with the party atmosphere, Darlene began to sway while raising her arms and cheering like everyone else. Tommy felt his mother move her body suggestively against him. He awkwardly tried to match her rhythm, brushing himself up behind her while still trying to look over her shoulder to see what everyone was looking at. He caught a glimpse of Tad laying on the table, but then the blonde wisps of his mother's hair brushed his face. Her perfume made Tommy more intoxicated. Darlene kept moving to the music that just seemed to be filling her with energy. It felt as if everyone in the entire den was part of the energy. She especially sensed it in the way she felt the warm body behind her pressing against her. As Darlene noticed Cindy finishing licking the liquor from Tad's firm stomach, she began to dance even more seductively, just waiting for Tad to look over. Cindy stood up between Tad's torso. The crowd cheered for her. She instantly began to pass out. Her sorority sisters were quickly around her to keep her on her feet and help her out of the den. The crowd cheered louder and waved their arms as Tad stood up. "Who wants a shot?" Tad drunkenly shouted. A few girls around the crowd squealed and waved their hands, but they were lost upon Tad. For when he had stood up from the low table the first thing Tad saw was Darlene. Darlene could feel the boy behind her clumsily brushing his body against her rear as she continued to dance with her back to him. Surprising herself, she suggestively gyrated her rear even further back. She felt an erection suddenly growing and pressing against he rear. Tommy was starting to feel sweaty as his mother was gyrating against his groin. He shakily reached out one of his hands shakily and rested it against her swaying hip. He was instantly rewarded by her pressing further against him. Tommy let one of his fingers slip down below the waistline of his mother's figure hugging white lowrise Capri pants. He felt the tip of his finger brush against the thin lace waistband of her thong. Darlene saw Tad stand up and she put her arms up in the air like everyone else and cheered. She let herself grind against the boy behind her in a way that she hoped Tad would see her and be jealous. She could feel the boy behind her was excited. Tad had to just notice, too. "Who really wants a shot!" Tad shouted. "I do!" Darlene squealed while she jumped up and down where she stood, her full breasts bouncing slightly in her clinging baby blue halter top. "My turn!" "Bring her on over, fellas!" Tad ordered. The crowd in the den cheered. Tommy was shocked to hear his mother sound as if she were begging to be the next one to lick a shot off Tad's chest. Before he knew it, Jesse and Deke were pulling his mother away from him. They quickly had her standing at the edge of the table where Tad was also now standing. Tad laughed when he saw that it was the MILF's own son standing behind her while she'd been dancing. Tad saw the confused look on the pledge's face, but he also noticed the hardon that he had in his cargo shorts. Darlene felt a little dizzy as Jesse and Deke led her right up against Tad standing at the end of the low table in the center of the den. With Tad this close to her, she felt nervous. Mostly because she could feel his bare torso – with his arms and tan skin – so close to her. "Who wants to see the MILF take a shot?" Tad asked the crowd. Everyone – expect for Tommy let out a loud cheer. Darlene found herself blushing in front of the cheering crowd. Everyone's face seemed a blur. She turned toward Tad, off balance in her high cork wedge sandals. She had to put her hand on his bare chest to steady herself. "What's a MILF?" she asked. Tad smiled at her. "Oh, you'll see." He looked to his frat brothers on the sofa before the low table. "Let's do it!" The den grew louder with cheers. Tad laid down on his back on the low table and one of the frat brothers began to pour a stream of tequila from his chest down to his lower stomach. While this was happening, Jesse and Deke put their hands on Darlene's waist and started to spin her around where she stood. Darlene squealed with excitement. Tommy stood at the edge of the crowd and watched as the two frat guys spun his mother in a circle. He could see how their hands were caressing her hips and even brushing along near the sides of her breasts. She was giggling and waving her arms above her head, causing her cleavage to heave against the thin material of her halter top. Glancing to his left, Tommy saw Martha Staplethorpe standing at the edge of the crowd around the low table. She was talking into her cell phone again. "She is making a complete fool of herself, " Martha gleefully gossiped. "You ladies just have to see this!" While Tommy was frowning at Martha Staplethorpe, he didn't notice how Tad was unbuttoning the front of his jeans, letting them slide just a bit down his hips. The tip of his erect penis poked out from his boxer shorts. The crowd around the table saw it and began cheering even louder. The cheering drew Tommy's attention from Martha on her cell to the action in front of him. Jesse and Deke finished spinning Darlene around, turning her to face Tad laying on the low table. Darlene wobbled in her high wedge heeled sandals, her vision was blurry but she could see Tad lying before her. With the crowd cheering for her, she felt flushed with excitement. She stepped forward between Tad's legs hanging off the end of the table. Tommy just had time to notice the tip of Tad's penis peeking up from the front of his jeans. Tommy opened his mouth to call out to his mother because while she was enjoying the cheers and attention around her, she was obviously unaware of what Tad had done. Tad had his hands behind his head and was slightly sitting up on the low table while grinning at Darlene, expecting her to notice at any moment., but she was too enthralled with the cheering of everyone in the den. Tad glanced over at Tommy and winked at him. "Body shot!" Tad shouted. The whole crowd repeated along with him. Tommy heard himself shouting it too and then his eyes went wide as he saw Darlene strike a sexy pose while bending over at her waist and begin licking the tequila at the top of Tad's chest. The crowd cheered louder. Darlene let her blonde high-lighted hair fall over her face as she leaned over Tad's chest. She put her hands on his hips, unaware she was sliding his jeans down even further. Her lips brushed his smooth chest and her tongue flickered out to taste the tequila running down his body. With her hair in face, Darlene felt herself far away from the music and the cheering that surrounded her. She closed her eyes as her tongue continued to slide along Tad's smooth chest. Darlene's tongue traveled down to Tad's torso. She lapped up the puddle of tequila in his belly button before she continued to lick…and that's when the tip of her tongue met the top of Tad's erection. Darlene gasped. She only had to move her head slightly to look down and see Tad's erection almost fully out of his jeans. The music and crowd were now just a buzz behind the blonde dim of her hair hanging over her face…almost as if it were just her and Tad…it wasn't as if anyone could see…Darlene leaned closer to kiss the tip of it…and again… Tommy was standing at the edge of the cheering crowd. His eyes were wide and his mouth had dropped open in astonishment. Darlene was leaning over Tad with her head in his lap while Tad sat up even further on the low table. His hands moved up through Darlene's hair and forcefully guided her head into his lap. Tommy found himself frozen to the spot while watching. With a blonde blur of her hair in her eyes and the buzzing noise behind it, Darlene continued to kiss the tip of the erection with her lips, but then suddenly with a smooth thrust of his pelvis, Tad's full erection was in her mouth and his hands were in her hair. She held onto Tad's hips just trying to keep her balance in her high wedge heeled sandals as Tad pumped his erection deep past her glossy lips. And just as Tad used one hand to pull back Darlene's hair to expose her face to everyone in the crowded den that she was sucking his cock… …Deke stepped up behind Darlene as she was standing bent over Tad's lap. To the crowd's delight and encouragement, Deke began a slow grind behind Darlene. He let his hands brush along her hips. His fingers tugged at the white lace edge of Darlene's thong peeking further from her white lowrise Capri pants, exposing it further. Darlene continued to let her lips slide up and down on the cock thrusting in her mouth when suddenly the blonde blur in her eyes was wiped away. The cheering of the crowd and their presence suddenly washed over Darlene. She let Tad's cock slip from her mouth with the realization of what she was doing. Suddenly, she felt her thong being pulled from behind her and she gasped in surprise. Darlene tried to look over her shoulder to see who was behind her, but Tad's hands were in her hair again and guiding her open mouth back down to his cock. Tommy was rooted to the spot as he watched the frat boys begin to take advantage of his mother . He glanced over at Martha Staplethorpe and saw she was pointing her cell phone at Darlene and laughing. There were quite a few other students doing the same thing. Others in the crowd began chanting, "Mom I'd Like To Fuck!" Tad was sitting up even further while guiding Darlene's head deeper into his lap. He pulled down on the front of her halter top. The thin straps tore around her shoulders and Tad yanked the flimsy halter past Darlene's bare breasts. The frat brothers on the sofa surged forward to grope Darlene's bouncing bosom. Some of them began standing up and unzipping. Deke eagerly yanked at the zipper on the back of Darlene's tight lowrise Capri pants. The zipper went down but Deke kept pulling. He tore Darlene's pants down around her hips. The sound of the thin fabric ripping could be heard over the cheering crowd. Darlene's tiny white lace thong was exposed to everyone in the room. The cheers were louder. Deke yanked again and tore the remains of Darlene's pants around her knees. Tommy stood astonished at what was happening right in front of him. He couldn't see much of Darlene bent over the low table because of the frat boys now crowding closer, but he did see glimpses of her between them, her head bobbing up and down in Tad's lap. His mouth dropped open in surprise as he watched Deke just tear Darlene's pants right down around her legs. Tommy felt the erection in his cargo shorts stiffen even harder. A stain of pre-cum blossomed on the front of his shorts. Deke was standing behind Darlene and suggestively grinding his pelvis toward her exposed rear to the approval of the crowd. He let his fingers brush along the thin white lace of her thong that ran between her legs. Deke's fingers began to slide back and forth over Darlene's thong while he used his other hand to playfully slap her rear. The crowd howled with laughter. It was all Deke needed to undo his belt, unzip his jeans, and unleash his erection. He pulled Darlene's thong to the side, using his other hand slip to himself between her legs and begin thrusting. The music and cheering in the room seemed louder than ever, overwhelming Darlene. She was able to lift her head from Tad's lap and moan from the sensation as she felt someone enter her. She began rocking her hips back and forth to match the cock driving between her legs. Darlene held onto Tad's hip with one hand while stroking his cock with her other. Realizing what has happening to her. Darlene's eyes grew wider with surprise as she looked right into Tad's smiling face. Tad thrust his hips upward and his cock went right back into Darlene's open mouth. With his hand in her hair, he was easily able to guide her lips up and down the length of his shaft. The frat boys crowding closer had their pants down and were now stroking themselves. One of the boys groaned loudly as he ejaculated. His semen squirted across Darlene's bare back and shoulder. More of it left white globs in her hair. Almost immediately two other boys began orgasming, their milky cum leaving streams of glistening pearl through Darlene's hair. "Oh yeah, baby!" Tad yelled. Darlene felt the boy's erection in her mouth quiver at the same time a burst of his warm thick semen went right down her throat. The boy quickly pulled his erection out of her mouth and Darlene could feel his sticky cum spurting across her face and lips. More of his cum squirted across her chest and bouncing bare breasts. Tad groaned loudly as he finished cumming across Darlene's face. He continued to look into her surprised eyes even as he pulled her closer to him. He put his still hard cock on Darlene's chest, then squeezed her cum sticky breasts together and began thrusting his cock between them. Deke was aggressively ramming himself against Darlene from behind. Upon seeing his fellow frat brothers showering Darlene with their cum while Tad titty fucked her, Deke ripped Darlene's white lace thong right off her. He tossed it away to the cheering crowd and the torn thong landed right on Tommy's shoulder. Tommy was so transfixed by the sight before him, he didn't even notice the remains of his mother's flimsy white lace thong land on his shoulder. Finally he turned and was further surprised to realize what dangled off his shoulder. Before he could react, someone behind him snatched the torn thong away. "Mom I'd Like To Fuck!" The crowd in the den was chanting louder and louder. Tommy couldn't take his eyes off what was happening in front of him. He could see the glistening hard cocks sliding in and out of his mother whom the frat boys so easily seemed to have taken advantage of. "Mom I'd Like To Fuck," Tommy heard himself chanting. The Frat Party Ch. 01 Story inspired by NakedDan's series, The "Volunteer." ***** We were sitting in our dorm suite when one of the guys from the suite across the hall came in and said, "Hey, turn to Fox Business Channel. You've got to see this girl from some college out west!" "Huh?" "You know, the naked chick! John Stossel has her on, live, and maybe uncensored." Naturally, we all had to check it out, and sure enough, there she was, Danielle Keaton, and they didn't censor a thing, not her boobs and not her shaved bare pussy! It was an interesting show, and the guys, as well as the girls were all cheering on Danielle, who went by Dani. Once it was over, Butch had to put in, "Dana, you ought to try that!" "Yeah, right. Dude, this is Pennsylvania, not California, and York is a private college; I'd get arrested in 12 minutes and kicked out in 20!" "Oh, give me a break, half the campus has seen your tits." Well, maybe not half, but probably more than should have. I really stand out for a girl, because I'm a 6'2" tall redhead, a real redhead, with green eyes. Four years in the Army have kept me in top shape - and I'm in ROTC, so I've got to stay in shape - but while I'm pretty strong, I'm also skinny and if not quite as flat-chested as an ironing board, I'd never fill out a B-cup bra. Not needing a bra (other than a sports bra for the gym and track), I never wear one and don't even own one. Pair that with some loose tank tops with bigger arm holes, and yeah, a whole bunch of people have caught a little - pun intended - sideboob on me. And it's possible that I've gone commando a couple times in a sundress when the weather was warmer. I like going free, but once the cooler weather set in, and I was in jeans all the time, I started wearing underwear again, almost always either silky or plain cotton thongs. And, for me, the beach means Gunnison, the nude section of Sandy Hook National Seashore in New Jersey. I'm a redhead, so I don't tan (unless you count a freckle explosion as a tan), but during this last summer I was there four and five days a week. I do kind of like to show off a bit, and two years in the Army in Afghanistan will rid a girl of any modesty or sense of privacy: I lived in a tent I shared with another female soldier, and the shower was another tent, and you just plain stop worrying about who is going to see what. My suite mates started laughing. "Her tits? You ought to live with us; Dana doesn't think anything of walking from her room to the bathroom starkers." (Did I mention that Annette was British? Who else uses "starkers"?) The rest of the girls laughed and pointed: "See, you can see her tits now!" And it was true: another loose shirt, and me bent over a bit, and it was a perfect downblouse moment. "OK, OK, sorry, but maybe you've seen me a bit, but I can't go around the way Danielle does: it's Pennsylvania and it's still cold out, and I'm not getting arrested." But Butch wasn't to be deterred. "Well, if you can't do a full Danielle, how about this: why don't you come to the Phi Sig party Saturday, naked? In fact, I dare you to come to the party naked. I don't think you've got the guts to do it." Damn it, Butch knew me just well enough to know that a challenge, and a challenge to my courage, was the right button to push. I'm not an infantryman - females weren't allowed to try for combat jobs, other than as medics, while I was in country - but I'm damned proud of my Combat Action Badge, won in combat with a Female Engagement Team out of Forward Operating Base Lagman in Afghanistan. the Taliban attacked, and I was just another soldier returning fire on the enemy. I was even more pumped up than I was scared - everyone who get shot at gets scared - and I'm proud of being brave. Butch just plain had me with that dare! The other guys from the suite across the hall? They were cheering on Butch's challenge, and so were the girls. I was made, I was busted, and there was no way I was going to back down from a challenge . . . but I had to make it interesting. "Alright, alright," I yelled, generating some more whoops and hollers. I'll do it under one condition." Everyone got quiet at that point. I walked over to Butch, and stood over, looking down on him - he's about half a foot shorter than I am - and said, "I'll show up, naked, completely naked, under one condition: you have to greet me at the door, and if I show up naked, you have to strip, strip completely naked, right ten and right there!" The whoops and hollers before that were nothing compared to the yelling going on now: I had met Butch's challenge, and turned it right around on him. "And let's define naked, right here, and right now. I can wear flip-flops, since the ground is cold, and I can wear jewelry, and maybe a band in my hair. No scarfs and nothing covering up my boobs or my butt or my puss. That way, you don't get to claim that you don't have to strip because I didn't hold up my end of the bargain. I get to wear a coat up to the door, but it will be completely off me when I step through. Agreed?" Butch didn't answer, but the other guys did: "Yeah, that's a deal!" "And if I meet the terms of the deal, Butch is going to strip, right? He can wear sandals and he can wear a watch or rings or other stuff, but no clothes: his dick and his butt have to be completely exposed. Deal?" Butch was silent." "Deal?" I said louder. He stuck out his hand: "Deal." It was Thursday night, and yes, I was sober, completely sober; the party was on Saturday, and I was going to have some fun, fun,fun! The Frat Party Ch. 02 The band stopped playing to take a break. The naked girls picked up their clothes and climbed off the stage. Allie and Erin headed upstairs, along with a bunch of other people. Erin pulled Allie aside, away from the flow of people going up and down the stairs. "You want another beer? I'm gonna get another beer," she said. "Yeah. I think I'm gonna get drunk," Allie said. She rubbed the front of her jeans. Something in her crotch felt odd. Her eyebrows arched up. Of course. It was that stranger's sperm leaking out of her pussy. Was she going to get pregnant? "So what happened?" Erin said. "With what?" Allie said. "With you and that guy. I thought you were going to fuck him." Allie opened her mouth to speak, then closed it again. Erin said that word. She had never heard a girl say fuck. She had hardly ever heard anyone say fuck. She shrugged. "I-I did." Erin stared at her with a puzzled look on her face, then her eyebrows went up and her mouth fell open. "Oh my God. You did it with him? He fucked you right there at the bar?" she said. Allie nodded, and had a big grin on her face. Erin shrieked. "No way. That's so wild," she said. She grabbed both of Allie's arms and looked into her face with stern, set eyes. "Ok. Who are you and what have you done with my friend?" she said. Allie laughed. "I know. I can't believe it, either. I feel so ... out of control." Part 2 Someone put a hand on her ass. She jumped, and spun around. Standing in front of her was a gorgeous, tall man. He was a little older, with faint wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, and a few gray hairs on his head, and an uneven, wry smile that made his blue eyes look playful. Her jaw dropped. Was this the man who had ... How did Erin put it ... fucked her downstairs? "Hi," he said. "Hi," Allie said. She looked at Erin, who also had a surprised look on her face. "My friend just told me you have a sweet, hot pussy," the tall man said. Allie blinked. "Your friend?" The tall man chuckled. It gave him a boyish, mischievous appearance, which was inconsistent with the lines on his face. "Yeah. My friend. He's the one who banged you downstairs." "Oh," Allie said. "I'd like to see if you're as sweet and hot as he says. You wanna get it on with me?" he said. She couldn't answer right away. Was this the way a man asked a girl to have sex with him these days? Wasn't he supposed to ask her on a date and bring her flowers? But then, the guy in the basement didn't even show his face. She looked at Erin, who shrugged and said "Go for it." Allie looked back up into the tall man's beautiful blue eyes, and smiled. "Sure," she said. "Wonderful. Let's find a place where we can be alone," he said. He took her hand and led her to the back rooms of the house. Allie waved to Erin before she vanished in the tide of people crowded into the main room. He took her straight to a small bathroom off the kitchen, as if he knew the house. No one was in the bathroom, and the people in the kitchen were not looking their way when they went in together. She looked at him again. Did he live in this house? He locked the door. There wasn't much room in the small bathroom for two people, but that didn't matter. He pulled her to him and started kissing her. He slipped his arms around her and planted his lips on her lips. She squealed, but it was muffled in her mouth. She had to stand on her toes to reach up to him. When his tongue touched her lips, she did not resist, but opened her mouth and let it in. His hands moved down her back to her ass. He squeezed hard. His fingers dug into her soft flesh. He pulled her tight against his body, and she felt a hard lump in the front of his pants pressing into her belly. Was that his ... penis? "You're gonna need to take these off," he said, and tugged at the waistband of her jeans with his finger. "Ok," Allie said. She took a step backward and popped open the button of her jeans. Her eyes drifted down to the front of his pants. He had a bulge there, but it hung down the leg of his pants, like he was hiding a length of pipe in his pocket. Her eyes got wide. Was that his ... penis? He was smiling, as if he knew that she had discovered his secret. His beautiful eyes sparkled. A tingle ran down her spine and buzzed between her legs. She couldn't believe she was getting to lucky with such a good looking older guy. Her jeans dropped to the floor and she stepped out of them. His smile got bigger. With her eyes on his, she hooked her thumbs over the waistband of her panties to push them down, and poked her thumb through a hole. "Oh no," she said. "What's wrong?" She looked down at the panties. The front was torn open from the crotch to the waistband. "I think your friend tore my panties," she said. "Lucky him," the tall guy said. He lifted her onto the vanity by the sink. She pushed herself up on her hands so her butt was off the counter, and he yanked her panties all the way down her legs. "You won't need these anymore," he said, and tossed them into a small wicker trash basket. The panties hung over the edge of the basket. The crotch was stained with wetness, probably a mixture of her fluids and the first guy's sperm. She looked up to the tall guy's face. He pulled up the bottom of her shirt. "You have fantastic tits," he said. Allie blushed and turned her face away. "I think they're way too big," she said. "Don't be ridiculous." He pulled her heavy bra away from her chest and let her oversized breasts fall free. The air was cool on her nipples and they stiffened immediately. He put his hands over each breast and she gasped. His touch was warm, but rough, like when he squeezed her ass. She arched her back toward him, to make it easier for him to get his hands around them. She let her legs spread apart. He moved between them, pushing them even wider. The hard ridge of his erection rubbed over her warm groove, and she moaned. He bent his head down and kissed her again. Her head was spinning. She was breathing hard. This was all so much to keep up with. She couldn't believe she was about to have sex with her second man that night, and both of them complete strangers. Hell, she didn't know either of their names. Mom would have a stroke. Why had she never let herself have fun like this before? His mouth was still clamped over hers when she heard the zipper of his pants go down. He stepped back and let them drop to the floor. His erection pushed out the front of his boxers. He pushed them down to his ankles and it flopped out. Allie sucked in her breath. "Oh my Lord. What is that?" she said. He grinned like the devil. "You like it?" he said. Her stomach twisted. That couldn't be a real penis. It was at least as long as her forearm, and as big around as her wrist. It stuck straight out from his groin like the branch of a tree. "I don't know. Are you gonna use it on me?" she said. "Oh yeah. You know it," he said. He hooked his hands under her knees and pulled her legs apart. She was trembling. Her eyes were locked on the end of his huge, swaying cock. It moved closer to that sensitive pink area between her legs. The first guy's penis felt great inside her. Was his as big as this one? He held it around the middle of the shaft and lined the head up with her pussy. It touched her delicate opening and she flinched. It was hot. He pushed forward. The head split her pussy lips and stretched them open. He kept pushing. More of his cock sunk into her, stretching her even more. "Oh my God," she said in a low whisper, and groaned. She bit her lower lip. Her toes curled. It was still stretching her open. No, this one was much bigger than the first guy. She squeezed her eyes shut. Was he making her cum again? It was hard to separate the pain of being stretched open from the pleasure of having such a huge cock forced inside her. The head of his cock bumped up against something deep in her belly, and she jumped. She put her hand on his stomach, pushing him back. "That's deep enough," she said in a trembling, wavering voice. "I still got half of my cock to go," he said. Allie looked down between her spread legs. How could she take that obscenely huge thing inside her tiny hole? It looked like he was impaling her on a baseball bat, and still had several inches to get into her. "What are you going to do?" she said. "What I came here to do," he said. He pulled his hips back so a few inches of his cock slid out of her pussy. The shaft was shiny with a coating of her juices. He leaned forward and pushed those few inches of thick cock back into her. She groaned out loud. The pain of being stretched was gone. She was left with the slow, gentle friction of his cock sliding in and out of her hole. She rocked her hips back and forth to the slow, gentle rhythm of his hips. Slow and gentle didn't last long. His hips pumped faster and deeper with every stroke, until he was fucking her fast and hard, and she was screaming out loud. Her eyes rolled back in her head. Her body twitched and jerked. If she was cumming, it was hard to tell. There were so many intense sensations running through her body it was hard to keep anything straight. The bathroom door opened. Allie turned to look. Her mouth hung open and she had drool dripping from the corner, and her eyes wouldn't focus. Outside the door, it looked like about a dozen people staring at them. "Shut the fucking door," the tall guy shouted. Allie jumped. She would have slipped off the counter, but she was pinned to it by his huge cock. The door stayed open for a moment, then slammed shut. The tall, gorgeous guy between her legs grumbled something she couldn't make out, and started fucking her even harder. She turned her head up to the ceiling and groaned. Her legs hung limp in his hands. She could do nothing but take it, but it was the best thing she had ever taken in her life. When she started to cum, she was sure of it. "Oh ... Oh God ... Oh God," she shouted. She didn't notice that he was cumming, too, until she felt the splash of hot cum deep in her belly. Her body shook and lights flashed in her eyes, and she nearly passed out. Her vision dimmed. When it came back, the tall, gorgeous stranger was motionless between her legs, panting and huffing. "That was ... incredible," she said. She was panting, too. He wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand. "Yeah," he said, as if it was no big deal, as if he fucked the hell out of younger co-eds every day. She glanced down at his cock, still buried in her pussy, then back up to his passive face. She frowned. He probably did. He lifted himself off of her. Their sweaty skin peeled apart like they had been held together by an industrial strength adhesive. Allie watched his cock slip slowly out of her hole. It looked no less erect than when they started. It was coated with their fluids more than three quarters of the way down the shaft. Her eyebrows arched. She got that much of his cock inside her? Where did it all go? The head of his cock finally fell out, and drooped between his legs like a hose, almost to his knees. But only a drop of cum leaked out from her pussy lips. Had it run out of her already? She sat up. No, it was sloshing around inside her. She hopped off the counter. With her feet apart on the cold tile floor, she pushed on her belly below her navel. A flood of cum gushed out of her pussy and ran down the insides of her legs, all the way to her feet. "Wow. That's a lot of cum," she said. He was pulling his pants back up. "Yeah. I do that," he said, like it was an everyday thing for him. Allie stared at the cum dripping down her legs. She hoped she didn't get pregnant. Between the two of these strange men, she would never know which one was the father. He smacked her bare ass with the palm of his hand, and she jumped. "You're one hot fuck, babe. Great tits, too," he said, pointing to her bare chest. He opened the door and went out. She let out a sigh. She tucked her heavy boobs back into the bra and pulled her shirt down. She used a handful of tissues to clean the cum from her legs. Her torn panties were still hanging on the edge of the waste basket. She pulled up her jeans. It felt funny to have the rough fabric rub against her bare, sensitive crotch. She opened the bathroom door. Outside was a group of people, all staring at her. She tensed. Did they all know what had just happened? She pushed through them to the main room, where she finally found Erin. "What happened?" she said. Allie took a breath. Her face was flushed and warm. "Oh my God. It was so fantastic. He was like this," she said, and held her hands about a foot apart. Erin's mouth fell open. "No way. And he fucked you?" Allie nodded. "I lost my panties, too." Erin squeezed her hands and both girls laughed out loud. Beside them, another girl was standing with her back to them, talking with two other girls. They stopped laughing when they heard part of their conversation. "Can you believe it? I bet that slut didn't even know that guy," she said, and the other two girls shook their heads. On Monday morning, Allie was late arriving to her debate class. All through the competition preparation, she had trouble focusing her concentration. The mock debates breezed by, and she hardly noticed. At the end of class, she was packing her books into her backpack. She had a grin on her face that would not go away, even when Suzette, the teacher's assistant, walked over to her desk, shaking her head. "Allie, I'm so sorry you didn't make the debate team. What happened? You were so well prepared," she said. Allie let out a sigh. She felt like she could float away. "I don't know. I went to this really wild party, and there was this really loud band, and so many cute guys. I guess I was just distracted." Suzette had a frown on her face. "I could never go to one of those wild frat parties." "Why not?" Allie said. She zipped up the backpack and slung the strap over her shoulder. Suzette leaned closer and lowered her voice. "My girlfriend? She was at that party with her boyfriend, and he's from out of town? She said that people were doing it right in the bathroom. Can you believe it?" she said. Allie made a horrified look on her face, and covered her open mouth with her hand. "Oh my God. No, I don't believe it," she said, and tried not to laugh. Suzette nodded, looking straight into her eyes. "She said she and her boyfriend witnessed a girl having sex with a professor, right in the bathroom." "Oh my God. He was a professor?" Allie said out loud. She repeated it in her head. He was a professor? How could she find out what class he taught? Suzette was nodding. The look in her eyes was grave. "Now she's afraid he wants to break up with her because she goes to a school with such low morals. Can you believe that?" she said. Allie grinned. "Give her my phone number. Tell her to have him give me a call. I'll see if I can change his mind about morals," she said, and walked out of the classroom. She walked with her head up and it felt like her feet barely touched the ground. Now all she had to do was find out what class he taught. She was going to have to change her major to faculty anatomy. End. The Frat Party Ch. 02 I woke up Friday morning, and Annette, my roommate as well as my suite mate (at York, all of the dorms are eight-person suites, with two students to a room, and one shared bathroom for all eight students) said, "I guess that you're ready for the party early, aren't you?" I grinned. I slept nude, as I always did, and got up naked. Annette was used to this by now, and didn't seem to mind; she was "starkers," as she'd put it, in the room more often now than she was at the beginning of the year, though she never left the room without at least a robe on. "Yeah, well, I guess that I am. You going to the Phi Sig party, too?" "Oh, sure. I was planning on it anyway, because Butch had asked me a week ago, and now I've got to show support for my roommate." She had what could best be described as a shit-eating grin on her face now. "You going to go naked with me?" "Oh, no, no way! You're on your own in that respect. But 'twill be fun when Butch has to carry out his end of the bargain!" "Are Butch and you . . .?" The question was unfinished, not because I was shy about it or anything -- four years in the Army, at least as enlisted, will wipe out any hesitation in speech (not that the officers don't have to be stupidly politically correct) -- but Annette was a bit less talkative about sex than the other girls, and I was trying to respect that. "Oh, no, at least not yet. I know that's what he wants, and he is a fun guy to be around, but I'm not sure that he's a guy with whom I'd want to bed down." "With whom I'd want to bed down?" I mocked, but I knew she was actually right. She threw a stuffed animal at me. So, I grabbed my bath stuff, and headed across the hall to the showers, "starkers" as usual. "You're already ready for the party," I heard Megan yell. "Like you haven't seen me before, I yelled back." I showered and shaved my legs and pits, and was standing there at the mirror brushing my teeth, thinking about Danielle Keaton. Butch had challenged me to just go about the day naked, the way she had, and she really did look great on the Stossel show last night, and I found myself daydreaming about trying it. But not only was this not California, it was the 4th of April, in Pennsylvania, and spring mornings were just way too cold to think about doing this seriously. Annette interrupted my reverie when she came in to the shared bathroom. "Still practicing for the party, I see." "You know I didn't bring my clothes in here!" I tried being fake-angry, but she knew me well enough to know I was teasing her. Annette had, of course, put on her robe to walk over, and she still had her babydoll "nightie" on under that. About that time, Megan walked in, and said, "Jim is in the suite, chatting up Jamie in the living room." Then, looking straight a me, "Of course, that probably won't bother you." She had a wicked grin. Knowing that one of the guys was in the living room would normally have pushed me to wrap my bath towel around myself before walking to my room -- I've got to turn left and walk away from the living room about four steps before turning right into my room; it's not just two steps across the hall -- but I was kind of feeling it this morning, so I didn't. Because I was turning away from the living room, I couldn't see whether Jim had seem me walk naked back to my room, but I got a little tingle imagining that he did. In fact, I decided that yes, he did get an eyeful, without actually knowing it. I could see that it was a cold morning: the sun had cleared most of the frost, but there was still some in the shadow of the building, but when I grabbed a heavy cable-knit sweater it struck me as not quite showing off that much. I didn't wear much more than necessary when it was warm, but a cold Pennsylvania winter had me pretty much bundled up for the past few months, and this past winter had been a lot colder than normal. I already had a black cotton thong on, and pulled up a fairly faded pair of jeans, a pair that really fit me well, but I decided that I wasn't going to wear that heavy sweater this morning. Because I'm so flat-chested I never wear a bra -- other than a sports bra for working out -- but if my boobs aren't big, I do have some pretty awesome puffy pink nipples, about an inch wide and a little less tall, and believe me, the guys like them when I'm wearing a shirt thin enough and tight enough to silhouette them. I picked out an old t-shirt, a grey one, that wasn't see-through at all, but fit tight enough to show off my nips just a bit. It wouldn't have been a crop top on most girls, but I'm so tall that it is on me, so there was a band of bare skin, just about an inch wide, between the bottom of my shirt and the top of my jeans, and that was with my arms down; if I had to reach up for something, a lot more skin would show. I'd just grab my insulated vest, and that would be good enough for today. I was just about to leave my room when I spotted a pair of artfully ripped jeans on the top of my dirty clothes basket. Though I didn't normally buy the the deliberately cut stuff, a lot of girls at York did, and when I spotted a pair in my size that fit me really well, I bought them. Naturally, "artfully ripped" means a peekaboo hole in the thighs, but the manufacturers never put the rips anywhere in the butt or front. I picked up the jeans, grabbed a pocketknife off my dresser, and put a one inch slit right across where my right butt cheek would be. They'd have to go through the wash before the cut would artfully fray along the edges, but they needed to be washed anyway. So, I grabbed my notebooks and threw them in my backpack to get ready to head for the DFAC for chow. Yeah, it's a dining hall here, but Army acronyms stuck with me, and it's been the DFAC, for dining facility and chow means food. My classmates sometimes get amused by my use of Army talk, but I can tell that I get a lot of extra respect for it, too. I was (slightly) wounded in Afghanistan, but that was enough for my Purple Heart, and a bullet graze scar on my left shoulder was covered up with a really well-done tattoo of a Purple Heart that I got done right outside Fort Bliss after I got back. The girls are impressed, but the guys are really impressed . . . and more than a couple of them are a bit intimidated. Anyway, Jamie and Jim and Megan and I headed out for the DFAC, and Butch and Mark came out just as we opened the suite door. "Getting psyched up for the party yet?" Mark had to ask. "Yup, and I've even been practicing naked, just to be ready." Jim and Mark smiled -- and Jim's smile was a real shit-eating grin, so I'm sure he did see me walk naked to my room -- but Butch kept somberly quiet. I put my fingers on Butch's chin, and pulled his face up to look at me -- he's half a foot shorter than me -- and challenged him again: "And you had better be ready, too. Remember, a deal is a deal!" Everybody was whooping and hollering again, at least, everybody but Butch. Of course, now that I knew Butch had asked Annette out, I backed off just a little, to not be seen as flirting too hard with him. The DFAC was fairly crowded, and breakfast here wasn't even as good as chow at Lagman, but after a winter of flannel shirts and heavy sweaters, my t-shirt was a change of pace for the guys, and it's obvious that they liked it. A guy I barely knew, I think his name is Larry, came up to our table. He was the chapter president at the Phi Sig house, and said, "I hear that you're coming to the party tomorrow." Obviously, the news had traveled outside of just our across-the-hall suites. "Yup! And you know what Butch has to do as well, right?" "Oh, yeah, and the brothers will make sure he keeps up his end of the bargain. This was going to be a great party! The Frat Party Ch. 03 After we finished what passed for a breakfast, we left the dining hall and the gang spread out to head for our various classes. I had second semester freshman calculus at 0900 on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays, and none of the rest of the gang were STEM majors, so they all went a different direction than I did. Larry, the Phi Sig chapter president kept walking with me, and he was kind of cautious about it, but it was obvious that he was trying to chat me up. He's a solidly built guy, with some obvious muscle, and he kept his hair very closely cropped, Army style. I had never seen him in ROTC classes, but he looked like he could be a veteran. He's about four inches shorter than me, but most of the guys I meet are shorter, and I'm used to that. The problems come when I meet a guy I like but he can't handle my being 6'2" tall, like that's some kind of threat to his masculinity, but this didn't seem to be an issue with Larry. It turned out that he was an engineering student, civil engineering, so we had something in common; I'm in electrical engineering, and it's a wickedly tough major even at the freshman level. I'm older than the other freshmen due to my Army time, and I've got enough self-discipline to get my work done, but it's still tough, and it has cramped my social life a bit. The upcoming Phi Sig party will be only the third party I've been to all year, and I haven't had a boyfriend so far at York. How Larry could be an engineering student, a senior, and have the time to be a fraternity president was hard to figure out. But it became clear that he was definitely chatting me up when he gave me a quick, unexpected kiss when I was turning into my calc class. Wow! I mean, I knew that he was flirting, and I liked it. I might have flirted back a bit, but that was one aggressive move, because we weren't "there" yet, and it totally messed me up for concentrating on derivatives in this class. I started thinking about my promise to show up naked for the Phi Sig party, and all of the eyes on me, but I wasn't thinking about Butch having to do his end of the deal, and strip; all that I could picture was Larry's eyes on me. In my mind, I could see him clearly, while everybody else was kind of a blur. I could picture him walking to me slowly . . . This was nuts! I'd been naked in public plenty of times, having spent most of last summer at Gunnison Beach, a nude beach in the Gateway National Seashore at Sandy Hook. But Larry's move had my pussy getting wet, and I mean really wet, really fast. I was just hoping that the guys sitting around me in calculus wouldn't notice that I was getting a bit flushed -- I have really pale skin -- or perhaps detect pheromones. My sense of smell was heightened; could I detect a slight scent of my wetness right there in calculus? I wasn't worried about the geek on my right, who didn't look like he'd ever even touched a girl before, but the guy on my left had the look of a man who knew women. Was that a slight smile he gave me when class was over? I couldn't help it. When class was over, I usually went to the campus coffee shop and knocked out my calculus homework right there, because I had an hour break before second semester physics. Not today! I rushed back to the dorm, glad that Annette had a class right now, because I practically tore off my pants and brought myself to a quick orgasm. And I mean a quick one; I was so turned on it took maybe twenty seconds! All of the other girls were out, so I didn't have to be quiet about it, and I wasn't. A little more playing with myself, and I came again, twice, and they were intense! A quick trip to the bathroom to clean myself up, and a fresh thong, and I had to hurry to get to class. But even though I had taken the edge off, I was still turned on. I found myself looking around the hallways of the classroom building, trying to see if Larry was there. It had warmed up nicely by the time I had left the dorm again, so I left my vest behind, and my braless tits were attracting a bit of attention from the guys, and a couple of the girls as well, in the hallways. I was wearing a thin grey t-shirt that wasn't see-through, but it fit me very well, and my nips, which are normally soft and puffy and stick out a bit, were hard and obvious. I didn't have any time after physics to look for Larry, since I had German just ten minutes later, two buildings away. I already speak Pashto and Dari -- the Army put me through intense language training at the Defense Language Institute Foreign Language Center at the Presidio -- so I had already met York's foreign language requirement, and I was taking German because I wanted to, not because I had to, but I just don't miss class, ever. The sun was out, and it was a nice spring day now, despite the cold start, but my nips were still rock hard, so hard they were beginning to hurt. Finally, by the end of German, they were beginning to return to normal. I had settled down by now, so I headed over to the coffee shop after German. It was 1300, which made it the second lunchtime rush, for the people who had 1200 classes, and there were some of the gang -- Annette, Megan, Jamie, Jim and Butch -- at a long table near the far right corner. I grabbed an egg salad sandwich and some coffee and joined them. They'd already eaten, since none of them had noon classes, but you know how it is: college students drink gallons of coffee, and if there's one thing that's cheap at York, it's coffee. When the gang's cups are empty, one of us winds up going for a whole tray full of coffee, in the cheap but durable white cups, whose ever turn it is to buy. I take my coffee black -- another habit picked up in the Army -- which makes it simple; I don't have to grab the sugar and creamers strewn around. Now that I was here, the gang started teasing Butch again about having to pay up on the stripping deal, and he seemed in a better mood about it now than he did earlier. Annette was sitting right next to him, so I didn't try to rag him any this time; now that I knew he had asked her out, I didn't want to be seen as flirting with him in any way. Secretly I was thinking, why couldn't I have made that bargain with Larry instead? I had to turn my thoughts elsewhere, because I was starting to get that tingle down below, and while my t-shirt doesn't hide the outline of my nipples even when they're soft -- and I know the guys appreciate them! -- I didn't want them to harden up again. I like showing off, but I'd rather it be a bit more subtle. And then Larry showed up. He had never sat with us before -- he is a senior while the gang are all freshmen and sophomores -- but Butch is a fraternity brother, so he had all the excuse he needed. Since we had chatted a bit earlier, it was mostly natural, but he sat right across from me, and I was getting a bit turned on again. If I had worn a looser shirt, I could have leaned forward a bit so it wouldn't be obvious when my nips started getting hard again, but I had picked this shirt out on purpose. Damn it, I was too open a book for him right now! "You're in ROTC, right, and a veteran?" he asked me after a while. "Yeah," I replied. "I did two years ISAF," deliberately using that acronym to see if he'd get it. "Cool!" If he didn't understand the acronym, he didn't let on. "Do you run?" Of course I ran: I ran all the time when on active duty, and I still run to keep in shape for ROTC. The physical fitness standards are lower for females in the Army, but it was a point of pride for a lot of the women in Basic to meet the standards set for male soldiers, and I did it, and did it easily. "Sure. You?" "I run most evenings, around 5 PM." I noticed that he didn't say 1700. "Wanna join me?" "If you think you can keep up." Damn it, now I had challenged him, just like I had challenged Butch. I just hoped that we'd be burning off enough energy running that we wouldn't wind up screwing like bunnies in the middle of the track! "Track or on the streets?" he asked. "Either; you pick." "How 'bout the streets. I'll meet you at your dorm at 5?" "Sounds good to me." "Great! I've gotta go, a lot of homework, but I'll see you later!" I wondered if that meant he'd see me at 1700, or he'd really see me at the party, but I was kind of glad he was taking off, because I was getting wet again. Then he stood up, took my hand and kissed it, and before I could say anything, he turned and left. The gang at the table all stared for a few seconds, and then the questions started up, everybody talking at once, and everybody smiling. "When did this all start?" "We were walking to class this morning after chow, and he just kissed me when I turned into my calc class. Yeah, we were flirting a bit, but he surprised me." "And did you like it?" That was Jamie. "Yeah, kind of," I said, trying to look a bit shy. "Yeah she did: look at her nipples!" They had gotten rock hard again, and Butch just had to point that out. Annette hit him in the shoulder, and a lot of laughter ensued. This was turning out to be a very exciting day! The Frat Party Ch. 04 Chapter 4 of the Frat Party; you should read the first three to get the character and story development, but it's not too terribly bad alone. This series was inspired by NakedDan's "The 'Volunteer'" series. ***** Normally you don't have to do anything special to get ready to run, but planning to meet Larry to run was something entirely different. The only makeup I ever wear is mascara, because my light red eyelashes just disappear, but there's no sense wearing mascara to run. I took a shower again - something I wouldn't normally do before a run - because, well, you know. I had shaved my legs just this morning, and they were still baby smooth, so I didn't have to worry about that. What to wear, what to wear? Normally I'll wear my Army PTs, because the grey shirt, which looks like it just has a black stylized "A" on the back and "ARMY" on the front, is actually reflective at night, but it's still kind of baggy and nothing attractive. The PT shorts are black, and they're man-shorts long, nothing to really show off your legs, if that's what you want to do. I usually use them, too, but this afternoon I decided I wanted to be a bit more attractive, so I had to choose between some skin tight volleyball shorts or loose, shiny women's running shorts. Then I hit on it: I picked out a regular black sports bra, with a bit of red trim, and the loose running shorts, which were red. I put the Army PT t-shirt on over that, but I had a plan there. Some ankle socks and my PT running shoes, and I was ready to go. I brushed my teeth again, just before Larry showed up to meet me. We headed out, running along the sidewalks down George Street toward downtown, but we weren't saying too much of any importance. Larry was wearing running shorts, which were shorter than the typical athletic shorts guys wear these days, and a loose tank that showed off his toned arms and a very respectable chest; his stomach was good and flat. Yeah, I liked what I saw. About ten blocks up, we made a left onto King Street, and kept on running at a very respectable pace. I can hack five miles in 40 minutes with no problems at all, and that was the pace I was setting, and Larry was keeping up with me. It was still warm, and, without stopping, I pulled off my t-shirt to run in just the sports bra, and yes, I had planned that move from the beginning; Larry obviously appreciated it, but he didn't say anything. I guess that he hadn't seen my Purple Heart tattoo concealing my shoulder wound scar before, and he seemed impressed, but he didn't say anything about that, either. Then we made a left turn down South Richland, where it was only abut seven blocks to the York College baseball field, and the tree-lined creek bank. I slowed down, and then walked us over to the creek, pulling Larry by the hand. He was a pretty bold guy, and those men really appreciate bold women as well, and in a couple of minutes I had sat down, pulled off my shoes and socks, cooling my feet in the creek. Larry was doing the same, and he was sitting close enough to be resting his right hand on my left. We were both sweaty from the run, but perspiration and the creek water weren't the only ways I was wet! He had surprised me with a kiss before class earlier, but now it was my turn to make the first move, so while he was still sitting there, I turned around sat on his lap facing him, and got things started. He hadn't been hard before - after all, he'd just run four miles! - but it didn't take long after I sat on his lap before I could feel his cock swelling to what seemed to be a very promising size. Larry was at something of a loss for words at this point, just saying "Dana" over and over, but once I pulled off my sports bra, his mouth was too full of my tiny titties to say anything more. That's the advantage of being tall: sitting on his lap like that, my boobs were almost perfectly at his face level! I had my arms around his head, pulling him in closer. I could hear voices nearby, I think from the bridge over the creek, but I didn't care. It wasn't dark out yet, but there were some trees concealing us, not that it mattered: I was so turned on by this point that I'd have fucked him right in the middle of the street! Larry had to break off sucking my nipples to pull his shorts off, and I pulled off mine even faster than he did. His cock was rock hard by now, and I wanted it in me! I pushed him back down, and was climbing back on top of him . . . "Alright, break it up, you two!" We just got busted by the campus police. "Y'all need to get a room." The policeman had a southern accent, but I couldn't place from what part of Dixie he hailed. "That woman up they-uh saw y'all, an' she's got her baby with her, an' she flagged me down. An' aren't you Larry Ham'lton?" Crap! Not only did we get busted, but the cop knew Larry! I started to giggle; Larry was pulling on his shorts as fast as he could, which was a lot easier since his erection had fallen down flat in like three seconds after we got busted. I took a bit more time getting dressed, straightening out my underwear first, and then my shorts, before stepping into them, and really took my time unrolling my sports bra - they get rolled up when you pull them off fast - before pulling it over my head and on. The police officer didn't say anything about that, but I could tell that he appreciated the fact that I didn't turn around or hide behind Larry to get dressed; I kept looking him in the eye. After I was no longer showing anything - Larry was long since dressed, but he did have less to put back on than I did - the officer said, "Now y'all get the Hell out'ta heah! An' don' let me catch ya again, Mistah Ham'lton!" He never even asked me my name. Larry already had his shoes back on, but I just picked mine up and we walked back to the street; I waited until I could clean my feet off on the concrete before putting my socks back on, but after the officer left, I was just rolling in laughter. Larry still wasn't amused. "You know, Dana, that could have been serious." "Yeah, I think we were about to get very serious," I teased. I was still alternating between giggling and just plain laughing; I had tears running down my cheeks. "Come here, you" and I put my hands on the sides of his face and pulled him into a deep, deep kiss. He might have been a bit mad - at me? - but I could feel his cock stirring again. But, stirring or not, Larry wasn't about to try this again outdoors, so we started running again, back to the main part of campus. I could tell that he was frustrated, and still a bit upset, but when we reached my dorm, I reached over and kissed him, this time just a peck, said, "See you at the party!" and headed upstairs. This was really a great day, and I just knew that tomorrow, and the party, were going to be awesome. The Frat Party Ch. 05 Inspired by NakedDan's series The "Volunteer." Dana heads out for the frat party, finally, and she's going to make a splash! ***** The run was a lot of fun, and I'm not sure that getting caught about to get laid by Larry -- OK, OK, get laid isn't quite correct; plunge down onto his cock would be more accurate! -- would have been more fun than getting caught by the campus cop was. That was a real rush! I was still horny as heck, and I had to get myself off in the shower after I got back to the dorm. Washing off the sweat from our run was a good excuse, but I needed that time, and Annette was back in the dorm, so I couldn't take care of myself in bed. After my shower I just made a sandwich and grabbed some orange juice out of the minifridge, and buckled down to do my homework. I was really looking forward to the Phi Sig party tomorrow night, the one I'd been challenged to go to naked and I wasn't even thinking anymore about turning the tables on Butch; I just wanted to show up naked! Once I finished my calculus homework, I got online and looked up Danielle Keaton. She was the naked girl at Coachella University out in the California desert, and it was her appearance on John Stossel's show, completely uncensored, that got me challenged to go to the party nude. I had the concession that I met the dare if I wore a coat, and dropped it just as I was walking through the door, but the more I looked and the more pictures I saw of "Naked Dani" walking out, proud in the sun, wearing nothing but a smile, the more I wanted to skip the coat and make the walk to the Phi Sig house just as naked as she was. Why? It was the pictures, because when I said she was wearing nothing but a smile, that was exactly right: she really was smiling in a lot of those photos. She looked happy! But, this was still Pennsylvania, and it was still cold overnight, so there was no way I could do what she did, and go to class naked, every day, but, if the weather was going to cooperate, I thought I could walk to and from the party naked. It was only about a thousand yards from my dorm to the frat house, all of it on campus, until I had to cross the one street. I checked the forecast on weather.gov, and the National Weather Service was calling for Saturday itself to be warm enough, in the mid seventies, and while it was supposed to get down to 42º F overnight, that meant the morning low, just before sunrise; if I left the party by midnight, it would still be 55º, and I could walk naked in that temperature for 1000 yards. I had to do my laundry. There was only one basket of it, but I knew if I didn't get it done now -- and I'm very disciplined about that kind of thing -- it would grow into two, and it's a pain in the butt to carry all of that to the laundromat. It was still only 2030, so I had plenty of time. Imagine, a 6'2" redheaded college girl with a hard body, spending Friday night doing her laundry; really the glam life at York College! But I had the stylishly worn jeans which now had the one inch cut in the butt on top of the laundry basket, and once through the washer and dryer, it would be "artfully" frayed, so I really wanted that done. If it looked good, those would be my pants for tomorrow during the day. The rest of the evening passed about as uneventfully as any evening where you have to do your laundry would, but Saturday morning came around, with the sun shining brightly, and I was as excited as I could be. I headed for my morning shower, and even though I really didn't need to, I shaved my legs and pits again; I wanted my legs to be silky smooth for Larry, if it came to that. Plus, unlike what it seems like all of the other girls at college do -- except for Annette! -- I don't shave off my pubes; I'm a redhead, and my bush is as fiery red as the hair on my head. Real redheads don't shave, but I did want to make sure my bikini line was nice and trim. Naturally, Annette caught me taking care of that, and had to tease me: "I see you're getting ready for the party tonight! You still going to go naked?" "Oh, yeah, I am. Hey, it was your boyfriend who made the challenge!" "I wouldn't actually call him my boyfriend, Dana. He invited me to the party, and he's been a bit attentive, but he's not really my boyfriend, and I don't even know if he's boyfriend material. But I do know that he'd be awfully relieved if you didn't show up naked, 'cause he's really nervous about having to keep his end of the bargain. And remember what Larry said: if he didn't keep up his end of the deal, the frat brothers would make him. Hell, they'd strip him right there." "That might be more fun to see than him stripping on his own." I was done, and headed back to our room to get dressed for the day. I pulled on a red cotton thong, and then looked at the jeans I laundered last night. Yup, the slit on the right side of the butt had frayed just enough to not look like it was deliberately cut, and I put them on, checking my tush out in the mirror. The slit wasn't really wide at all, and you had to look to see the white of my butt through it, but it was still hot and sexy, and they were definitely my jeans for today. Annette saw what I was doing, and I think I caught a grin, but she didn't say anything. "I'm headed over to the DFAC to get some breakfast; want to come?" "Yeah, I'm ravenous this morning. I was planning on a lay in this morning, but my stomach started growling." So, we headed into the living room of our dorm suite, and Janie wanted breakfast too, so we headed on over; I noticed Annette walking a bit behind me, to check out the slight slit in the butt of my jeans, but she still didn't say anything. "You going to carry out your part of the dare?" Jamie asked. "I know that Jim is looking forward to it!" "Yeah, I am." I didn't say anything about planning a full-Dani and walking nude all the way from the dorm. "You gonna go naked with me?" I grinned. "Oh no, Hell no! Jim's been flirting with me" -- he had been "chatting her up" yesterday morning in the living room -- "and he hinted that he'd like to see me do it, too, but no, no way." "Hey, you could dare him, and say that you will if he will. We could make it a full Naked Dani party!" "Don't even go there! I think Jim'd do it, as long as he wasn't the first guy who had to strip, but I sure don't want to go naked." We got to the dining hall, and I was hungry, hungry, hungry! I'd only had a sandwich for dinner last night, and I usually eat like a horse. If it weren't for running every day, and PT with the ROTC cadets, I'd probably be as big as a horse, too! Two eggs sunny-side up, bacon, rye toast and hash browns made a nice, filling breakfast for me, which is about twice what Jamie and Annette both ate, put together. "So, we know what I'm wearing to the party, but what are you guys going to wear?" "Oh, jeans for me," said Jamie. "Who knows how rowdy the party is going to get, and any girl who wears a skirt is asking for a major wardrobe malfunction if she gets too drunk, and you know all of those guys will have their smart phones ready to snap pictures of that." Annette nodded her head on that. Damn! I hadn't thought about that. Showing up at a party naked was one sure way to get my picture plastered all over the internet; that was what happened to Danielle Keaton. She was obviously fine with it, but I wasn't sure that I would be. It's one thing to get caught having fun, and on the nude beach at Sandy Hook there were so many naked women that each individual kind of gets lost in the crowd. Besides, the unspoken etiquette at a nude beach is that you only take pictures of your friends. But I had accepted the challenge, and I was going to go through with it. "Well, what about you? I know that you get to wear a coat or some kind of cover-up until you get to the door, but what else? You're so tall that you'd be just plain awesome in heels!" "You know," I said, "I actually thought about it, but I'm already so much taller than Larry that I think I'll pass on that. Put five inch heels under me, and I'd be like 6-foot-7, and that's about nine inches taller than him. I'm not sure how much he'd like that. I'll probably just wear my flip-flops." "What, Dana, are you already getting serious about him? I thought you had just really met yesterday." "Well, yeah, but he's nice, really nice, and it might not go anywhere, but I don't want to blow it with something stupid." I kept my mouth shut about us getting caught almost screwing last night. "He didn't seem to be bothered at all about me being four inches taller than him, but nine might be a stretch." "Pun intended?" Jamie had a sit-eating grin on her face for that one. Done eating, we put our trays and dishes into the dirty dishes rack and headed back to the dorm. Calculus was the only homework I had for the weekend, and I got that done last night, which left me all day to think about the party . . . and whether or not I was going to be brave enough to do the full Danielle, and leave the dorm, and walk all the way there, naked. Deep down, I really wanted to, but that wasn't part of the challenge, and I wasn't sure if I was brave enough to try it. I thought that the day would drag on, but I started reading, of all things, a Victoria Holt romance novel, and a couple of hours just flew by. Then I grabbed another one -- Megan had a bunch of old paperbacks, and they looked like they'd been read many times over -- and the next thing I knew it was 1500. Larry called, and asked me if I'd like to go out for dinner. "Sure, love to!" My meal card kept me well fed enough at the college dining hall, but the food was only fair, and Larry suggested the Cracker Barrel off of I-83. They had good, hearty country food, and that would be the right thing: it made no sense at all to go to a beer-filled fraternity party on an empty stomach! Besides, even if I overate, I wouldn't have any trouble fitting into the clothes I was going to wear tonight! Larry picked me up at 1700, and off we drove. He never said the first word about last night, but I knew that he was thinking about it; he was very attentive, and liked holding my hand. After two romance novels, that sent a tingle through me, and I liked it. The Cracker Barrel was crowded and a bit noisier than I'd have liked, and we never really talked about anything serious, unless you consider talking about engineering school serious. (Ugh!) We didn't even talk about the dare which has me showing up naked until the end, when he said that he'd told all of the guys that they'd have to leave their smart phones off. I half expected him to suggest that maybe I should forget the dare, but he had already figured out that I just didn't back down from challenges. After all, I had challenged him just yesterday, asking if he could keep up with me on a run. We got back to my dorm at 1900, and I gave him a quick kiss, and said, "Hey, see you in a bit; I've got to get ready for the party." He gave me a smile at that, but it was one of those kind of wry smiles, where you're just not quite sure what it means. "You'll see me in an hour!" I gave him my most wicked smile. I practically ran up the stairs, to get ready. I normally don't wear any make-up other than mascara -- with light red lashes, my eyes practically disappear without mascara! -- but I added some lip gloss today. I brushed my hair, and picked out some of my nicer earrings. I don't get all girlied up very often, but I added some clear polish to my finger and toenails, just enough to make them shine. Then came the moment of truth: it was time to get naked! Oh, gosh, I was trembling at this, a bit scared, but even more excited; I could feel my pussy starting to get moist. Instead of a coat, I grabbed my short red robe, and put it on, and walked out into the living room, where the other girls were ready to go. "You're really going to do this?" Jamie asked. "Yup, sure am!" The girls' mouths dropped open when I threw my robe onto the couch and walked out the door! The Frat Party Ch. 06: Final The girls were slack jawed for a few seconds, when I heard Annette yelling when I got to the bottom of the steps -- our suite is on the second floor -- "Dana! You can't go out like that!" But I was already on my way, wearing my flip-flops, some fancy earrings, my dog-tag necklace with the suite keys added to it, and a smile! They all ran down, and surrounded me, chattering all at once. "Dana, this is crazy! You'll get busted before we ever get there!" Sunset had passed about half an hour ago, and if it wasn't quite dark out, it was dusk, and the light was fading fast. It was only a three minute walk to the Phi Sig house, and if Danielle Keaton could walk around naked, in broad daylight, all day long, I ought to be able to make three minutes on a Saturday evening, even if it was in Pennsylvania. I was smiling, and my heart was racing, and while I knew we made it in just those three minutes, it seemed like it took longer. A couple of cars passed by the sidewalk we were taking, and I saw a double-take through a car window, but that was it. There weren't any cars on the street we had to cross, so we didn't have to stand still and wait to cross, which was probably a good thing. I ran up the steps to the Phi Sig house, went right through the door, and challenged, "OK, I did it! Where's Butch?" There was an immediate whooping and hollering from the guys in the Phi Sig house, and the girls who had already made it to the party before us. Larry, the chapter president, rushed up, "Oh my God, Dana, you really did it!" "You knew that I didn't back down from challenges! Now, where's Butch? He was supposed to be at the door, ready to fill his end of the bargain, right then." A couple of the frat guys I didn't know already had Butch in tow, and pushed him into the center of the room: "Here he is! Time to pay up, buddy!" Larry had already said that if Butch tried to back out, the guys would make sure he fulfilled his end of the bargain, and while it would be interesting to see them strip him right there, that could have cause problems later; technically, it would be a sexual assault. Butch already had a red plastic cup of beer in his hand, and I don't think that it had been his first of the night; he was probably drinking up his courage. "Strip! Strip! Strip!" everyone was yelling, the girls louder than the guys. "OK, OK, I'll do it," he said, stepping into a circle that had cleared out in the big living room, "under one condition!" The din died down for a second. "If I have to strip, I get to pick one other girl who has to get naked right after I do." A lot more whooping and hollering, from both the girls and the guys, but I think that the men were louder than the women this time. A quick glance told me that Larry had stayed quiet on this. Annette, who was technically Butch's date had an "Oh, shit!" look on her face, followed by a "Oh, God, please don't pick me" look. Well, Butch fulfilled his end of the bargain, to lots of cheers, especially from the girls, even Annette. Jamie had her arms over her head, dancing, which made me think Butch would pick her instead of his date, but once he had stripped, he walked right over to Annette . . . and picked the girl standing right next to her. I'd never seen this girl before, but she was cute, really cute, the way the actress who plays Bernadette on Big Bang Theory is cute: blonde (bottle blonde), really short and with really big tits for her size. Butch grabbed her hand and pulled her into the center of the circle, and out came the chants again: "Take it off! Take it off! Take it off!" This girl already had a half-empty plastic cup of beer in her hand, so she had some liquid courage to help her. She blushed really redly, but she didn't seem to blanch from the challenge. She handed her beer to some guy I didn't know, and yelled out, "I'll do it . . . but then I get to pick a guy to strip down!" More cheers, but it was easy to see where this party was going; pretty soon everybody would be naked! Larry spotted it, too, and he pulled one of his fraternity brothers off to the side, another older-looking guy, and one who didn't have a beer in his hand. Larry quickly arranged to have the discarded clothes and purses and what-not stored off to the side safely. The man had some presence of mind, and acted coolly in a potentially tense situation. He had told me earlier than he had banned the brothers from having their cell phones -- meaning: their cameras! -- out when it was just Butch and me who were supposed to get naked, and now he was making sure that nobody's clothes or stuff got lost or stolen. I had wondered before if he might be a veteran -- he looked the part, but never said anything, even when he knew that I was in the Army -- and now he was acting exactly the way I'd expect an E-6 to act: strongly, responsibly, and with some real thought involved. Now there were four girls naked, and the fourth guy to be challenged accepted, but he upped the ante: "If I have to strip, I get to pick two girls to get naked!" The cheering continued, and he surprised me: while everyone expected him to pick two of the prettier girls, he walked over to two kind-of overweight girls. size 16 girls, kissed them each on the cheek, and said, "Your turns!" They turned as red as a stop sign when he took their hands and pulled them into the middle of the circle, but I'll give them credit: they stripped, and then they both kissed the frat brother who picked them. And then one of them said, "OK, we did it, and now we get to pick three guys to get buck nekkid." At this rate, it wouldn't be long before everyone was undressed, and one of the girls picked Larry. "I'm going to get you for this," he silently mouthed at me, but I was cheering louder than anyone when he pulled off his jeans. After he was done, I walked up, kissed him lightly and whispered in his ear, "How are you going to get me?" Ten minutes later, and everyone was naked, except for two girls who said they had to keep their pants on because they were on their periods. They blushed deeply when they had to beg off for that, but their boyfriends protected them. For me, the big moment came when this huge black guy took his turn, and picked Annette. If anyone was going to bail out, I would have thought it would have been her, but she didn't, and looked like she was having a lot of fun by this point. Then came my idea. I yelled out, "Quiet!" and got everybody's attention. "All the guys, line up in a row! They didn't know what was coming, and Larry looked at me like, "What are you doing now?" I quietly told the guy running the sound system to get ready to put on a slow dance music song, and then announced, "It's Sadie Hawkins Day. All the girls get to pick their dance partners from the guys, and I get to pick first!" That had the girls laughing and yelling, as I walked straight up to Larry, and pulled him into the center of the room. The sound guy started the music, and when everybody heard that it was a slow dance song, the girls were ready, ready, ready! I'm four inches taller than Larry, and he wasn't quite sure how to work this out, but I just pulled him close, and we started to dance. I could hear the other girls picking out their guys, and Annette did pick Butch, but somehow I didn't seem to see much more; it could have been just Larry and me dancing, with no one else in the universe . . . . The sun was in my eyes when I woke up, with Larry beside me. As chapter president, he had his own room in the Phi Sig house, and while most people picture a frat house bedroom to be a total mess, his was as neat as an Army barracks. His room was still a small one, with just a twin-sized bed in it, but I had gotten an absolutely wonderful night's sleep curled up with this man. I was as comfortable and satisfied as a woman could be, and I was smiling from ear-to-ear. He woke up when I turned to face him, and I planted a small, closed-mouth kiss (morning breath, you know) on him, when I felt his morning erection. It was time to climb aboard for another ride!