Sunday morning arrived and I was still a virgin.
I had had a good time however. I knew because I still had a hangover and a vague memory of what had happened. I also had morning wood and was dying for a pee. I remember dancing, although maybe feeling-up would be a better word, with Eva, Emily, Geetika and Chynna. But not in that order I recollected. I couldn't have been that pissed because I remember that Geetika had been first, and that I had been a little embarrassed about dancing close, particularly because I had an erection. I was finding it difficult to dance close without touching below the waist. She didn't seem to mind and so by the second song, we were both able to ignore it. Talk about the elephant in the room!
I wish.
I was entranced by her lovely large tits pressing up against my bare chest. Her white lace bra rubbing against my nipples kept both them and my cock erect. I was too much of a gentleman to fondle them but did sort of rub my arm against them a couple of times.
When the music stopped after the third slow dance with her, I heard Van shout 'And change partners, there are more girls than men here.'
I noticed she was slow dancing with Susan but not close like Geetika and myself.
'That was lovely,' I said to Geetika, 'Can we dance again later?'
'Sure,' and she kissed me gently on the lips.
I turned around to see who was not partnered and literally bumped into Emily doing the same.
She quickly came into my arms and whispered, 'I thought I was going to have to dance with Van. She seems very nice but I have never well, you know, never ...'
'I think I know,' I said. 'And no, I don't think I have ever danced with a Lesbian either.'
We both laughed.
'Mind you,' I added, 'What do they say, never say no until you've tried it?'
'I guess so,' she said. 'Maybe next one then. In the meantime, I am going to concentrate on enjoying this one.'
She seemed to melt into my arms. I could feel her small breasts rubbing against me. Her nipples were even harder than mine. A combination of alcohol and bravery after enjoying dancing with Geetika encouraged me to bring a hand between us and tweak one of her nipples. 'So, Emily, the old question, Are you cold? Or just pleased to be with me? I must say it was lovely of you to show Chynna that she was not the only smaller girl in the room, and I am just about in love with these little hard nubs.'
She didn't respond, just pushed the one that I was not fondling a little harder into my chest.
I bent down to kiss it, before taking her back in my arms again. By now she was also rubbing against my hard-on. I was worried that if this was going to happen all night I was in danger of having an accident in my speedo's. They were pretty small and my cock was sticking out to the side, very obviously. If it had been standing hard upwards it would have been appearing over the waistband.
Three songs later and Dammit, we were encouraged to change again.
While saying goodnight I managed to kiss both nipples for a few seconds, while Emily brushed her hand over my cock. I was so tempted not to change partners.
I remembered my duty as a gentleman and moved towards Chynna, who I noticed had been kissing Lance while they danced. What was good for that gander, I thought, may be good for this one.
'You are so beautiful in that gorgeous lingerie,' I started. 'She giggled, 'That is what Lance just told me. It is either true or maybe all English boys have the same way of talking to girls.'
We both laughed, and I said 'We call them chat-up lines. The first thing you say to a girl to make her want to talk to you and not move away.'
She laughed, but I carried on to say, 'But in this case it is true, and Lance obviously agrees.'
I felt her nudge her hip against my dick and she said. 'Yes, Lance said the same and acted the same. I could also feel his .... I can say penis?... or is that a bad word?'
God, here I was with a gorgeous girl feeling my cock and I was about to give an English lesson.
'That is the correct word, and so no, not a bad word, but most of us here at Uni will call it a cock or a dick.'
'Okay, so it is right if I say I can see your cock very clearly through your underwear which is very small, even smaller than mine.'
I laughed. 'Yes, it is very okay to say that to me, but only because we know each other. You mustn't use that as a chat-up line with boys you do not know. They will take advantage of you. And talking of small things, my underwear, I have to say that you may think your breasts are small, but I can tell you that they feel lovely touching my chest through that soft silky bra you are wearing.'
She didn't speak but somehow squeezed even closer to me resting her head between my neck and my chin.
'May I?' I said, and rubbed a nipple with my finger-tips over her bra.
I heard a little groan and she moved to allow me to get my hand fully on it. I took the opportunity to slip my hand under her bra and tease the nipple out to it's full extent. My left hand by now was around her right buttock, over her pink satiny granny pants. Her buttock was firm and tight, belying the softness of the rest of her body. She squeezed back into me again and I took the opportunity to change hands, tweaking her other nipple with one hand and her other buttock with my right hand. She groaned again, so I decided to concentrate on those delightfully tight cheeks.
I slid both hands down around and under the panties. 'This is so firm, and beautiful,' I said.
'Tai-chi.' She said. 'I have been used to doing it every morning before school. It is good but very gentle exercise.' She giggled, 'Can you feel my muscles there? I will teach you Tai-chi, every morning. I will be your sensei. Then I will be able to feel your bottom like mine.'
She did, probably tutting to herself as she felt my flabby buttocks. I knew that while I wasn't carrying any excess weight around, there was no way that they would feel as good as hers.
I recognised that we were on the third slow tune and that I would soon be hearing Van's dulcet tones again. I remembered that I had seen Lance kissing her so moved my head down for a kiss. Wow, I don't know who had taught her that, Lance maybe, but her tongue came straight out against mine. She quickly burrowed into my mouth. I tried not to act too shocked, remember I was a virgin still and my experience of kissing was not that great either. I was sunk. It was only when Chynna pulled away that I realised that the end of the third record had come and gone and Van had already called time on us. I also realised that my cock was now burrowing it's way out of the top of my speedo's. I watched Chynna walk away to the bar to get a drink where Van was standing. I watched her go with heart shapes rolling around my eye-lids and turned to find a seat. I was mentally exhausted.
I bumped straight into Eva who laughed and said 'Enjoyed that huh? I can see our Miss Chinatown made some impression on you, and woah, what's that sticking out of the top of your briefs.'
She beat me to it, grabbing it and pulling it further out, quickly moving in behind it, to rub up against me. Her hand stayed between us, and she started to wank me off.
'Oh no, oh stop. Please stop. I am going to.... '
'I know,' she said. 'Don't you want to?'
'Yes of course, but not here in front of everyone.'
