This story follows on chronologically from 'Charlotte Cheats at a Wedding' but can be read as a separate story.
Having been unfaithful to my boyfriend Sam at a wedding, I resolved to not be so easily swayed into cheating and taking unnecessary risks again. I had a good group of friends at my university, I worked hard on my degree course and I was thinking about the next steps of my career. Over the next couple of months I had my boyfriend to stay and I visited him in our home town as I had done in my first year, this I thought would stop my cravings for sex with other men and being unfaithful.
On one of the weekends that my boyfriend wasn't visiting I had been invited, along with my housemates, to a house party in a student house to celebrate the birthday of a girl I didn't really know that well but was asked by virtue of her being a friend of my housemate. It was a fancy dress party and the theme was sports. I decided, mainly because I owned one, to wear my white tennis skirt and that would be my sport, even though it had been a while since I'd held a racquet. To accompany my high waisted, white Nike tennis skirt, I wore matching white pants of the same stretchy material that, given the nature of the skirt, were quite visible with even the most minimal movement, white socks, trainers, a black sports bra, a little white zip up top and a pearl effect necklace, with my hair down and make-up applied liberally. I felt naughty wearing it, knowing my long legs were on show and my perky, pierced nipples felt so nice against the material of the sports bra.
I had a few drinks at our house with my housemates Neeha, Tammy and Beth as we were getting ready and was well on my way to getting drunk as we left to walk the fifteen minutes to the party. The house that it was being held in was much bigger than the typical student house and was spread out over three floors with many rooms to accommodate the large group of, I think, ten people who lived there and for tonight, the party we were attending.
We arrived and it was very much in full swing with people already filling the corridors overspilling from the rooms. We brought some of our own drinks but were also given some as we went in the kitchen.
There were people dancing in what I presumed was the living room, they had installed a good sound and lighting system in and a smoke machine as well. I was impressed at the level of effort they had gone to. We made our way to another room where a group of people were playing a drinking game. As we entered halfway through we weren't really sure of the rules but could tell it was linked to sport and the fancy dress theme. It seemed to involve some sort of horse racing style activity and one man was doing a running commentary in the associated style, it was all so much fun, I was really enjoying myself and bumped into some old friends.
As the last game finished, we were allowed to take part in the next one...and the one after that. Again, the theme was loosely sport related but definitely heavy on drinking involving lots of shots and challenges. Then things started to get a bit hotter, there were some dares, challenges, body shots and the mood of the party changed. I checked in on the living room dance floor and saw couples making out with each other, bodies bumping and grinding against each other.
"Come with me, I need your help," it was Ami, my friend from the first year, taking me by the arm to the basement of the house, "I need your help for a competition."
When I reached the basement with Ami, there were three guys all wearing white dressing gowns. She had always been much more outgoing and sexually liberated than me and this "event" as she described it was to be no exception. She gave me a brief overview and I set out my limits.
I could hear the music from upstairs and Ami locked the door so that no one else could join us.
"The tool," she said to me, handing me a 12 inch ruler.
"I might be a bit out of my depth here," I said, worried.
"You'll be fine Charlotte," she replied, "they've all agreed to the rules I set out."
Ami instructed the first guy, a blonde haired boy called to Jason to remove his robe.
I hid my head behind my hands.
"Measure him," Ami asked me, a naked Jason underneath the robe revealed his placid cock, "it's round one of the Cock Olympics."
"3 inches," I said, laughing, trying not to touch him.
"Three for Jason," Ami responded, as she wrote it down on a clipboard.
We all giggled.
"Right, I need you to get hard for me," Ami said to Jason.
"You might need to help me with that," Jason pleaded looking at me, as I turned away, before Ami, who responded by lifting up her top to show her gorgeous big breasts and he started to rub himself.
"Can you help me out any more?" He said
"Maybe later..." Ami retorted.
"Five and a bit inches," she declared when he'd finally worked himself up as he put his dressing gown back on and sat down.
Next up was Chester, 4 inches normally and 6 and a half inches hard. Rick was the third 'contestant' 4 inches soft and he was asked to take a seat before the winner was announced.
We were all giggling so much throughout.
"So, the ceremony," Ami said as she revealed three medals, "bronze goes to Jason...you can congratulate yourself."
"What do you mean by that?" Jason enquired.
"You have to 'handle' yourself," Ami smirked, "you can do that while you enjoy watching gold and silver."
"Ami, a private word please?" I was suddenly a bit panicked about where this heading, we spoke in hushed tones, "what's going on?"
"I arranged it with them earlier, it was just a bit of fun," she said.
"But what exactly are you wanting me to do, you know I'm still with Sam."
"I said the winner could have a blowjob and in my plan I'd give the runner-up a hand job but when I saw you I thought it would be fun to have you down here as well, you don't have to do anything."
"As long as they're not expecting me to."
