On a typical Friday night at college, I went out drinking with some friends. I was a junior at the time, and I shared an apartment with 2 girls and a guy. We all got along well enough, but we didn't spend time with each other outside of the house. My roommates: Julie, Brittany, and Chad went out that night as well, each with their own friends.
I went out with some girlfriends: Amy and Jen. I wanted to dress comfortable, but sexy, so I went with a pair of tight black pants, black strappy sandals, and a red tank-top. I was comfortable, but certain I had some sex appeal going, which could make for a good night out.
We took off, heading to one of Jen's friends apartment. When we walked in the door, there were people crammed so tightly in there that it was hard to breathe. I immediately went to the kitchen to see what they had to drink. Two cute guys were standing near a keg, so I walked over to them and smiled.
"Hey, babe. How 'bout a beer?"
"That'd be great, thanks."
He poured me one and winked at me. I took a big swig and turned around, running into Jen. She said some friends were getting together on the dance floor, so I followed her and started to dance. There were some pretty nasty guys coming up behind me and shoving their erections in my ass, and I was getting pissed off, so I decided I needed something a little stronger. I made my way back to the kitchen and asked the guy that poured me a beer if anyone had any vodka.
"I might." I turned to the voice and saw a cute blonde guy sitting at a table, doing shots left and right.
"Could I have some?" My eyes pleaded with him, and he smiled, nodding. Before I knew it, I had lost track of how many shots and the guy was looking incredibly attractive. He kept smirking at me, and before I knew it, he had his hand on my thigh under the table and was travelling north. I was really horny at that point, so I got up and indicated with my head that we should get a room. He nodded, and followed me upstairs.
I opened the first door I came to. It was a bedroom, and surprisingly it was empty. I grabbed him by the shoulders and threw him on the bed. I climbed on top of him and kissed him hard on the lips, immediately reaching down to unbutton his pants. I could feel he was hard already, and when his dick came out of his pants, I went to town. My tongue moved up and down his shaft, and I alternated strokes with my hand and my mouth. I stopped long enough to take off my shirt and bra, and my nipples were immediately hard. I rubbed his dick all over my rock hard tits and I could feel him about to cum as my hand job grew more intense.
All of a sudden, the door opened and we were bathed in the light from the hallway. A girl was standing there shrieking and crying and swearing so bad, I thought she was going to explode.
"Holy fuck!" The guy screamed, and pushed me off him so fast I fell onto the floor. I grabbed my shirt to cover myself up, but the girl took off down the hall, and the guy scrambled after her while trying to get dressed on the run. "Crystal!" He yelled, and I almost started laughing. Being walked in on by a girlfriend was certainly not what I had in mind. I got dressed, and still very drunk, and very horny, I walked downstairs trying to find more action. It was getting really late, and the party had started to thin out. People were passed out or puking, and I decided I might as well just go home. I couldn't find Jen or Amy, so I walked myself back to my apartment, which was just a few streets away. The cool air cleaered my head a little, but I was still so horny I thought of fingering myself right there on the street. Still, I kept my cool, and let myself into my apartment. The only light on was the one over the kitchen sink, which hadn't been on when I left so I knew someone was home.
I heard noise coming from the living room, and when I walked in, Chad was sipping on a beer and watching TV. Chad was really cute, not in a sexy way, but in a very comforting way. We never really got personal because he was always studying, or out with his friends, and he pretty much kept to himself.
