A Night to Remember

This story is an edited version to replace "Tonight's going to be a good night" 1 and 2. It takes a slightly different direction, which is important to the future of the series.

// The Party //

It was my second year in college, and halfway through the second semester, I had a lot left on my plate to accomplish. One, go to an outrageous college party with booze, hot girls, and mayhem. The type of party you see douchebags trying to replicate from the movies. Two, find a nice girl to be with. One that likes to have fun, down a few, and chill on a rainy day. And three, most important of all, I need to Get Laid! I was fucking horny; where were all the naked sorority sex parties I had dreams of before coming here? I still had hope, one must persist in the face of...

My thoughts were interrupted by someone shouting my name.

"Hey Jack!" It was my long-time friend, Mark. His short dreads bounced back into position as he pulled over his practice football jersey. Mark was a second-string quarterback and seemed to like that, with no motivation to get to first. He had chiseled features that made him look like a black Greek god, his dark skin flawlessly putting every guy, vain or not, to envy.

Mark jogged up to give me a light shoulder bump. Well, his six-foot average football build over my five-foot-nine inches lean athletic build, I was pushed over a couple steps. Regaining my posture, I ran my fingers through my black wavy hair. My hair was always perfect, even when it wasn't.

"What's up?" I replied with a return shoulder bump. While I tried to get him to move, my bump had less effect.

"Nothing..." Mark put on a pretend bored face, which quickly changed to excitement. "Except, I got an invite to what looks an awesome party!" Mark held out a party flyer for inspection, "This might be the one!"

I grabbed the flyer from him and held it up for inspection. Sorority house dress-up party/fundraiser, "Bring the Sexy Back" theme. The flyer was pink and decorated with hearts and lips. This checked all the blocks; Mark might be right on this one. We certainly shared similar goals. I guess that happens after five years of friendship and being horny sophomores in college.

"Yeah, this looks like a winner!" I said, handing the flyer back.

"Oh, are you guys going to that party?" A sing-song voice asked behind me.

I turned to face a shockingly gorgeous girl, black shoulder-length wavy hair, just under my height at five foot seven inches, and a killer lean swimmer's body with ample, handful-sized perky breasts. Her steel-gray eyes were shining as she asked the question. It was Sam, short for Samantha, my new crush, and lab partner in chemistry. My heart always skipped a beat upon seeing her, and this time was no different. I paused.

Mark caught the delay and came to my aid, "Yeah, should be amazing. Are you?"

Sam looked down, "I'd like to..." she seemed unsure, "but these types of parties are tough to go to alone."

I understood, someone like her would be a target for drunken sleazy one-liners.

Sam looked up, her eyes a bit brighter again, "Hey, if you're going, maybe I can go with you!" She bounced, beaming, "You two can be my escort!"

I laughed, what an unexpected opportunity, "You got it!"

We met up at the sorority house close to 10 p.m. It was a short walk for all of us, and the weather was surprisingly pleasant; the light breeze and brisk air was a fantastic treat to the senses. I wore a black button-up shirt and a white polka-dot bow tie, with black slim-cut jeans and a white belt. Mark showed up in a pair of blue-jeans and a band t-shirt depicting a stencil of the lead singer in mid-scream. Figures. However, Sam looked stunning, wearing a low V-cut red dress, red pumps that brought her height close to mine, and her hair was done up, revealing the sexy slope of her neck to her collar bone.

"All right, let's do this!" Sam skipped over and hooked Mark and my arms by the elbow, pulling us to the sorority house with her in-between.

"Hey, I thought we were escorting you!" I chuckled.

"Well, someone has to take charge!" Sam responded, and then sang in her beautiful sing-song voice, "Cause tonight's gonna be a good night!"

I wondered what she meant by that, my primitive brain on the loose before my thoughts were interrupted by the scene before me as we entered the house. Revealing dresses showing ample cleavage, high skirts teasing a view, and everyone done up to the nines. I felt myself getting a hard-on and shifted a little, pretending to do a little dance to the pop music with bass that you could feel beating in your chest.

"Tonight's gonna be a good, good night," I completed.

Sam laughed, "Well come on, boys, let's party it up!"

And we did just that. Drinking, then dancing, and more drinking and more dancing. My good night was turning into a great night! The later it got, the closer Sam, Mark, and I started to get while we danced carelessly. Until at one point, Sam ended up sandwiched between Mark and I. Sam was facing me, her breasts pressed up against my chest, the top bulged a bit, giving me a better view at two perky mounds pushed up. Mark was pressed up against her back, his hands on her hips, and his eyes closed as his lips brushed Sam's hair. We danced slowly and deliberately, forgetting ourselves in the moment and not at all in sync with the music. There was no mistaking that I had a raging hard-on, as it pressed up against Sam's hip, then stomach. I imagined Mark was in the same way, pressing into her ass. Sam was breathing heavily, her breasts rising and falling dramatically with a slight sheen. Her parted mouth was near my ear as her breath tickled my earlobe. As we continued our slow dance, I could feel my dick rub against Sam, and it felt good, too good.

"Fuck," I let out in a whisper into her ear as our cheeks pressed closer.

Sam looked up and into my eyes, slightly shocked, her lips parted and still breathing heavily, "What?"

"I mean," I started, but couldn't help myself as I leaned closer. "Shit, you're beautiful."

In slow motion, our lips grazed before Sam pulled away, softly to the side, her delicate ear close to my lips. I so badly wanted to nibble on her lobe and hear her moan with pleasure.

"Sorry," I stammered. Mark was giving me the WTF look, having stopped his good time as well.

"No..." Sam said slowly. "It's just..." Her face was flushed. Then she smiled slyly, "I have an idea."

Sam grabbed Mark's and my hand, pulling us toward the stairs to the second floor. Mark and I looked at each other with quizzed expressions as we went upstairs; what was she up to? The view was pretty hot, with Sam's ass swaying sexily as she ascended the stairs, giving Mark and I an unexpected peek up her lean legs. My hard-on that started getting soft came back.

Sam led us up another set of stairs to the third floor, then down the hall, past the bathroom, to an empty room at the end on the left. She pushed us in with a giggle. The room was decorated in bright pink, the bed plush with full, soft pillows, a fuzzy throw rug on the floor, and pink walls adorned with place medals for 5K, half, and full marathon runs. Framed photos of a hot blonde girl in running shorts, family photos, and what looked like a camping excursion were hung by the medals. A large mirror leaned on the top of a, surprisingly not pink, but white, dresser.

"Somebody likes pink," Mark remarked slowly as he looked around. He always had a knack for stating the obvious at the best time.

Sam laughed as she took Mark's hand, raising it overhead and twirling underneath. The music from downstairs could still be heard up here. Mark humored her as she spun a few more times into the room before tripping on the rug, pulling Mark with her. He fell beside her as they laughed. Sam looked up at me and patted the empty side of the rug next to her.

I shrugged, playing it cool, and plopped down, looking at her. The top of Sam's dress was pulled to the side a bit, giving me a good view of the side of her left breast. It was perfect, she wasn't wearing a bra, a slight soft peach fuzz stood on end waiting to be caressed, touched, licked,

Sam put a hand on each of our thighs and rubbed lightly with her fingers. I could feel a rush of blood and adrenaline in my head as she leaned toward me to kiss me gently on the lips. Her mouth was soft, sweet, better than I had ever imagined. I kissed her back, and in the moment, I brought my hand up, under her loose top, to fondle her breast. Sam's tongue explored my mouth, connecting with mine, her nipple getting hard under my palm before she parted and turned to kiss Mark.

He seemed stunned at first. Can't blame him, so was I! But he quickly gave in to this shared moment, his hands though still stiff at his sides. I lowered my hand to Sam's thigh and gently rubbed along the edge of her dress. Meanwhile, Sam grabbed Mark's left hand and brought it up to her right breast. He groped it, hesitantly, from the outside of the fabric. Sam's sexy neck and ear once again offered themselves to me, and this time I took the opportunity.

Kissing up the nape of her neck to suck on the bottom of her ear, I heard Sam moan with pleasure as she continued kissing Mark. I moved my hand up her thigh, inside her dress, feeling the heat of her pussy as my fingers got closer. Not wearing any panties either, Sam gasped as I reached her pussy, sliding my pointer and middle fingers along her moist slit while my thumb felt her small mound of peach fuzz. Her breath came shallow, fast and heavy, her chest rising and falling, as I rubbed more deliberately. Sam pushed against my hand and stopped kissing Mark to look at me, her steel-gray eyes staring passionately, gasping lips parted, shoulders hunched, and moving with my rhythm. Sam's cheeks were flushed, I could feel her heat radiating as she leaned toward me. Our tongues and lips locked again, Sam whimpering and moving as my hand now palmed her pussy. Mark leaned over to kiss and nibble on her neck, and with his left hand pushed the top off her shoulder to grab and fondle her bare breast and nipple.

When Mark's lips came in contact with her ear and sucked on her lobe, Sam lost it and came. Hard. I felt her hips buck against my hand, her pussy pulse, as she let out a steady stream of strained moans, burying her face into my chest as she clutched Mark's hand over her breast. We were all breathing heavily at this point while Sam's orgasm subsided, quivering slightly. The three of us parted slowly, lingering in the heat of the moment, our panting subsiding, to notice a figure standing in the doorway.

Shit, we never closed the door! Standing there, her face bright red, was the blonde girl in the pictures. Not sure how long she was standing there, but her breath was heavy, and she was steadying herself on the doorframe.

"Shit!" Sam shouted as she pulled the top of her dress back onto her shoulder.

We got up quickly, pushing past the hot blonde, leaving her standing dumbfounded in the doorway. We ran down the stairs and out of the house, laughing. This was one party that I would not forget!

Sam looked back at Mark and me with a sly smile, "Don't worry, guys, I'll make it up to you."

Okay, upgrade, this is one night that I would never forget!

// Dance Party //

I was still catching my breath after we ran out of the sorority house party in a rush. Not from the running, as much as from the excitement after getting caught in the heat of passion. Sam was still laughing as she grabbed Mark and my hands, leading us into the night on our next adventure.

"Let's go to a dance club!" She exclaimed, beaming at Mark, her wavy black hair bounced as she glanced over her shoulder at me. Seeing me hesitate, she continued, "Come on, Jack! Remember," she bit her lip, "I still owe you."

That grabbed my attention. It was nearing midnight, so the clubs would be picking up right about now. The night's chilling air helped to heighten my senses and perk me up a bit more. "Haha, have you been to Club Luscious? It's been forever since I've gone there, but it's cool. They always have a new theme."

"That sounds great!" Sam said. Then she pursed her lips, her right eyebrow raised in thought, "Well, before we go, is there somewhere we can sit for a drink? I feel a bit lightheaded after our last bit of fun." She gave us a sly smile that was hot enough to melt gold.

"Yeah, there's a bar right around the corner. It's pretty chill, and we can get our own private table in the back," Mark winked.

"Mark!" Sam pretended to be shocked, touching her fingers lightly to the nook of her neck, "well, I never!" Her southern-belle accent selling the act, adding, "Sounds perfect!"

We hopped over to the bar, a green neon sign spelling out "Lucky's" and ending in a four-leaf clover. Seemed fitting for tonight! Mark was right; it seemed pretty chill. Lounge music played throughout, just loud enough to afford some privacy, and the bar was dimly lit. The bar was laid out with separate booths and high-top tables, making it even more intimate.

"Great choice!" I mused, as Sam led the way towards the back of the bar and sat at a corner booth away from others. The bar was only half full; patrons probably either left to start the night or already started and would come here later to finish.

Mark and I sat on either side of Sam. My spirits were high, and I couldn't help but make a lame joke. Squeezing in next to her and bumping her thigh up to Mark's, I exclaimed, "Did someone order a hot Sam-wich?"

Sam rolled her eyes, and Mark groaned, "Dude... No...". We laughed anyway. Service came pretty quickly, and we ordered our drinks, Sam with a Manhattan, Mark got a beer, and I stuck to my usual old-fashioned. As we sipped and chatted, our conversation got increasingly more flirty. My mind wandered back to earlier in the room, remembering the heat of Sam's pussy and her quick breath, as her hips bucked to an intense orgasm.

My thoughts must have been obvious, as Sam looked at me, then glanced at the bulge growing in my pants. "My! It looks like someone wants to come out and play!" She turned to Mark, "Oh look, there's another!" She laughed, but this time in a much more sultry voice.

"So," Sam continued, cooing as she lightly rested her hands on Mark's and my thighs, just high enough to barely touch the tip of my hardening cock. "Remember when I said I would make it up to you?"

"Mhm," I took a sip of my drink, the slight burn of bourbon on the back of my throat. Sam slid her hands higher, rubbing the outline of my dick through my pants. I gulped and could hear Mark let out a deep moan.

I could feel my dick strain against my pants as Sam rubbed harder. With the high-top table and dimly lit room, there was no worry about anyone seeing this. Sam leaned over and kissed me, our tongues met as I breathed, her hand rubbing and grabbing. She turned to kiss Mark, biting his bottom lip lightly and pulling, her hand had found its way inside his jeans.

She turned back to me and, in a surprisingly swift motion, undid my belt and pants, pulling my dick out. I felt an instant release from the strain of my pants, the warmth of her gentle hand wrapping around the base of my dick. In an unexpected move, Sam bent down and took me into her mouth, her wavy black hair falling onto my thighs. Her head was under the table, and I could feel her tongue working in circles, sucking as she bobbed up and down. The pleasure was intense, her saliva lubricating my dick as I got harder and more massive. I placed my hand on her back, my head spinning out of control, "Oh fuck," I whispered, not sure how long I would last.

Just before I thought it might be too late, Sam sat up, licking her lips. She kissed my cheek before turning to Mark and giggled. I smirked; Mark was already prepared and had his dick out, rubbing it with one hand while he watched. Sam deftly wrapped her lips around his member, already engorged, as she expertly licked and sucked. I could tell Mark was at the brink when Sam sat up again and grabbed both of us in her hands.

By now, all three of us were breathing deeply as Sam's saliva still covered our dicks, her hands rubbing us in synch. She alternated from rubbing the base, rubbing the tip, seeming to find the perfect rhythm, every once in awhile leaning over one of us to drip more saliva onto our dicks. Mark and my hands were equally engaged, fondling Sam's breasts, her thigh, while our mouths explored hers, kissed her ears, her neck.

"Sam," I said softly. I could barely speak, but was trying to let her know, "I'm getting close!"

Sam grabbed my shaft firmly and turned to Mark, breathing, "How about you?"

"Not yet," Mark whispered, but his voice indicated clearly not far from the same.

"What about now?" Sam asked. She grabbed lightly towards Mark's tip, then rubbed rapidly up and down, her saliva mixed with pre-cum making a sloppy wet noise as Mark began to raise his hips out of the seat. Just as abruptly as she started, Sam stopped and held him, his dick twitching in her hand.

"Oh god," Mark let out. "You're gonna make me...!"

"Mhm!" Sam moaned sexily, resuming to pump our dicks in unison.

Her cries of pleasure brought me over the brink as I came. Sam aimed my dick towards her, my cum shooting up and onto her dress, over her chest, one rope hitting the bottom of her chin and dripping down. Her red dress was darkening with wetness wherever the cum landed. Mark was making an equal mess on his side, some of the cum pooling into Sam's lap.

Sam milked the last of the cum out of our dicks and looked down at herself, admiring the patterns of wet lines and the dripping white cum that had not yet soaked in.

"Well, that was fun!" Sam smirked as she wiped her hands on a bar napkin. Mark and I put our dicks away and zipped up. "Excuse me, boys. I need to dry off."

Sam nudged, and I stood up to let her out. Thankfully, it was dark enough to make it hard to see what happened to her dress, and we were not that far from the restrooms. Sam was gone for just a few minutes, I could hear the hand-dryer going off the whole time. When she got back, there was barely a sign of what just happened on her dress.

"All good!" She remained standing, "Now, let's go to the club!"

When we got to Club Luscious, the DJ was just finishing setting up. The crowd was buzzing; apparently, they had something fun planned for tonight. I wondered what it could be when a bright but stern female voice came from behind us.

"Hey, you guys!" We turned to see the girl from before, from the sorority club. The blonde that was standing in the doorway of her room we made out in. Her hands were on her hips, clearly trying to stand in an intimidating and accusing pose, while her long, lean legs spread apart in tight leatherette pants. "What are you doing here?"

I was about to respond with something smart, when the DJ let out a horn, shouting, "Are you ready to party?!" Shouts and whoops could barely be heard over the rising bass. "Let's make it glow!"

Electric switches sounded loudly as the dance floor flooded with a blacklight. Instantly, glowing wristbands, paint, eyes, teeth, and anything white came to life as the club went wild, jumping up and down to the beat.

Laughter crackled loudly, "Looks like somebody had a bukake party!" The blonde pointed at Sam's dress, smirking proudly at her wit. We looked. The cum that Sam dried earlier was now brightly glowing in the blacklight.

Sam grabbed Mark and me by the waist and pulled us close, our hips touching hers, emphasizing the spray pattern that lined up with our crotches. "I guess we came a little early," she licked her lips towards the blonde, who stared, seeming to process what Sam said. Then took a small step back as she looked faint, the blood rushing to her head again.