Her First Toga Party

The toga party was in full swing, the air thick with the scent of cheap booze and sweat. Sean leaned against the wall, his muscular frame draped in a white sheet that did little to conceal his broad shoulders and chiseled chest. His eyes scanned the room until they landed on Elizabeth, who stood by the punch bowl, her own toga clinging to her curves in a way that made every guy in the room wish they'd paid more attention to her in high school.

Sean certainly did. He had gone to Blue Ridge High School with her, but had never given her or her valedictorian boyfriend much of any attention. He was too busy back then playing baseball and chasing cheerleaders. Sure they had classes together. He thought he even was on student council with that dweeb, Curtis, but he couldn't say he gave either of them much thought. But now, here Elizabeth was. Two years had changed the wallflower into a stunning off limits woman. A woman who just so happened to come to his fraternity's exclusive toga party.

"Hey, Elizabeth," Sean called, his voice cutting through the noise. "Looking good tonight."

Elizabeth turned, her cheeks flushing slightly. "Thanks, Sean. You too." She glanced down at his exposed chest, her gaze lingering a moment too long.

"Yeah, well, it's not like I had much choice in the outfit," he said with a smirk. "But I'm glad you approve."

She laughed nervously, twisting the edge of her toga, as he asked, "So, where's Curtis? I thought he'd be with you."

Sean's smirk faded, replaced by a look of mock sympathy as she answered his question. "Oh, you know Curtis. Too busy studying for his midterms to come to a party. Probably FaceTiming me right now." She glanced at her phone, an excuse to get away from Sean. She couldn't figure out why he was suddenly talking to her. Elizabeth had known Sean for years. She couldn't think of a time outside of casual greetings when he'd ever spoken to her. It was like sirens were going off in her head, that there was more to this.

"Loser," Sean said sarcastically, "he's definitely going to be something one day with all that studying."

Elizabeth's laugh was less nervous this time, almost bitter. "Yeah, probably. He's... dedicated."

"Dedicated to what? Keeping you on a leash?" Sean's tone was casual, but there was an edge to it. "You're too hot to be stuck with a guy who's more interested in his textbooks than you."

She shifted her weight, her eyes darting around the room. His comments seemingly coming out of the blue. "He's not like that. He just... cares about me," she said defending her boyfriend. She pulled her hand up to her face. She felt flushed and foggy. Maybe that last drink had been one too many.

Sean snorted. "Cares about you, or cares about keeping you all to himself? There's a difference, Elizabeth. And you know it." Elizabeth wouldn't have even thought Sean knew about her relationship with Curtis, but here he was verbalizing things she had been secretly thinking for years.

Before she could respond, a group of guys stumbled past, their togas barely staying in place. One of them, a lanky freshman named Jake, tripped and fell, his sheet falling completely off. Elizabeth gasped, her eyes widening as she caught a glimpse of his naked body. His firm white ass shining like polished silver.

"Whoa, sorry!" Jake scrambled to cover himself, his face bright red as he caught Elizabeth staring.

Sean laughed, clapping the guy on the back. "No worries, man. It's a toga party. Nudity's practically part of the dress code." He turned back to Elizabeth, his eyes gleaming. "See? Even the freshmen are getting in on the action. You're missing out, Elizabeth.You need to have some fun."

She crossed her arms, her breasts pressing against the thin fabric of her toga. "I'm not missing out. I'm just... not like that."

"Not like what?" Sean stepped closer, his voice dropping to a low murmur. "Not like the girl who's too scared to have a little fun? Or not like the girl who's been with the same guy since freshman year of high school? Or not like the girl whose a junior and I has never been seen at one of our parties. Not like that?"

Elizabeth's jaw tightened and she thought about turning to go. "I think coming was a mistake."

"Mistake," Sean said, "Why because Curtis might get mad if he finds out your here."

"Curtis is a good guy. He's won't care that I came when I tell him. He isn't like that. He wants me to be happy. He would never pressure me." She didn't know why she lied. Curtis would be furious that she was here. He did pressure her to be like him. Living out the life plan.

"Exactly," Sean said, his voice sharp. "He's never pressured you. But has he ever shown you what you're missing? Has he ever made you feel like the hottest girl in the room?"

She didn't answer, her eyes flicking away from his intense gaze. Sean was quiet for a minute and she scanned the large living room and dining room area. The music drummed on and the guys and girls were dancing. Many were already making out. She wondered briefly where her friend was. Maybe she needed to get out of here. In her fog, she tried to piece together Sean's last comment. What was he implying? That she was hot?

Just as the thought entered her mind, Sean leaned in closer as if he could read her thoughts. His breath was warm against her ear. "Let me tell you something, Elizabeth. I've been watching you all night. And I can see it in your eyes. You're curious. You want to know what it's like to let go, to experience life, to be with someone who's not afraid to take what they want."

His hand rose as he said this and slid up the side of her bare arm. Her heart pounded in her chest, her breath coming in short gasps. "Sean, I--"

"Shh," he interrupted, his finger pressing gently against her lips. "Don't say anything. Just listen. I'm going to tell you exactly what I'd do to you if you let me."

Elizabeth's eyes widened, but she didn't pull away. She had no clue he might be into her until now. Guys like Sean never thought girls like her were hot.

Sean's voice was a low, seductive whisper. "First, I'd take you somewhere private. Somewhere we could be alone. I'd start by kissing you, slow and deep, my hands running down your body, feeling every curve, every inch of skin that Curtis has never appreciated."

She shivered, her nipples hardening against the fabric of her toga. She suddenly felt so exposed and regret at drinking those wine coolers tugged at the edges of her thoughts, but his words excited her and she bit her lower lip as he continued.

"Then," he continued, "I'd slide your toga off your shoulders, letting it pool at your feet. You'd be standing there, naked and beautiful, and I'd take my time admiring you. Your breasts, so full and perfect, your waist, your hips, that ass that Curtis has never properly worshipped."

Elizabeth's breath hitched, her cheeks burning with embarrassment and desire.

"I'd kneel down," Sean went on, his voice rough with lust, "and kiss my way down your body. I'd tease your nipples with my tongue, sucking them until you're moaning my name. Then I'd trail kisses down your stomach, lower, until I'm right there, between your legs." His hand slid from her lips down the contours of her body stopping at her hips.

She bit her lip, her thighs pressing together as if to ward off the imaginary seduction.

"I'd spread you open," Sean said, his voice hoarse, "and bury my face in your pussy. I'd eat you out like you've never been eaten out before, my tongue flicking against your clit, my fingers sliding inside you, fucking you until you're screaming my name. And when you're close, so close to coming, I'd stop."

Elizabeth's eyes flew open, her chest heaving. Curtis had never talked to her like this and the naughtiness of it excited her. "Why would you stop?" She couldn't believe she had just asked that.

Sean smirked. "Because I'd want to make you beg for it. And then, when you're desperate, when you're pleading for me to finish what I started, I'd stand up, my cock hard and throbbing, and I'd push you onto your hands and knees."

Her breath caught in her throat, her body trembling with anticipation.

"I'd grip your hips," he murmured, "and slide my nine inches deep inside you. I'd fuck you hard and slow, my dick stretching your tight pussy, making you feel every inch of me. And I'd whisper in your ear how much better it feels than anything Curtis has ever given you."

Elizabeth's eyes rolled back, her body arching as if she could feel his imaginary thrusts.

"I'd pound into you relentlessly," Sean continued, his voice thick with desire, "until you're crying out, until you're coming so hard you can't even speak. And then, when you're a trembling mess, I'd pull out and flip you onto your back. I'd hover over you, my cock dripping with your juices, and I'd tell you to suck it."

She gasped, her hands clutching at the fabric of her toga.

"You'd take me in your mouth," Sean said, his voice a growl, "sucking me deep, your lips wrapping around my shaft, your tongue swirling around the head. And I'd fuck your mouth like I fucked your pussy, until I'm ready to cum. And then, when I'm about to explode, I'd pull out and shoot my load all over your tits, watching as my cum drips down your perfect body."

Elizabeth's breath was ragged, her body slick with sweat. She looked up at Sean, her eyes dazed and hungry.

"And afterward," he said after a pause, "I'd start over." Elizabeth looked up into his chestnut eyes. She'd never pictured this happening. She'd heard about Sean. His reputation with the ladies. Even in high school people knew he was a wild boy, but to be focused on her.

"So," he said, his voice soft but commanding, "what do you say, Elizabeth? Want to find out if I'm as good as I say I am?"

For a long moment, she said nothing, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Her mind was foggy with alcohol, the realization that she was here with a guy she had known since high school. A guy who had never spoken to her until tonight. A guy who she knew her wonderful, loving boyfriend hated with every ounce of his being. She stood here cornered by him, but more than that lusting for him. Her lust for the sexy frat brother was overwhelming her. Then, slowly, she nodded.

Sean's lips curved into a triumphant smile. "Good girl."

He took her hand, leading her away from the crowd. He took the side hallway toward his bedroom at the end of the hall. As they walked, Elizabeth's phone buzzed in her pocket. She glanced at it, seeing Curtis's name on the screen. She hesitated, then silenced it, slipping it into her bag.

Sean noticed, his grip tightening on her hand. "Don't worry about him," he murmured. "Tonight, you're mine."

Elizabeth swallowed hard, her heart pounding with a mix of fear and anticipation. She didn't know what she was getting into, but one thing was certain: she was about to find out exactly what she'd been missing. Sean loved her. She never doubted it, but he was here for the studies to be the bioengineer he had always dreamed of being. He was on his life plan. She just wanted a little fun. It's why she let Meg bring her here tonight. She was a junior in college and had never been to a college party. She needed to experience college life outside of the classes. She didn't want to stay bottled up and have regrets once it was all over, but she hadn't anticipated this and her complete surrender to it without even a moments hesitation quelled inside of her.

Sean led Elizabeth through the dark hallway, his hand firm on the small of her back, guiding her through the dimly lit turn and into a second hallway. The air was thick with anticipation, and Elizabeth's heart pounded in her chest. Sean passed many closed rooms and led her to a room at the end of the hallway. As Sean closed the door behind them, she glanced back and froze. At the entrance of the hall stood Drew, Curtis's friend, his eyes wide with surprise. Her stomach dropped. She was caught. Drew's gaze lingered for a moment before he turned and disappeared into one of the rooms just as the door closed. Elizabeth's nerves spiked, her hands trembling as she turned to face Sean.

"What's wrong?" Sean asked, his voice low and husky. "You're shaking."

"I...I saw Drew," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. "He saw us."

"Who the fuck is Drew?" Sean asked, his charm dropping for a second.

"He's one of Curtis' best friends," she said.

Sean smirked, his confidence unwavering. "So? Let him look. You're not his property, are you?" He stepped closer, his breath warm against her ear. "Besides, you're here with me now. And I'm going to make you forget all about Curtis."

His words sent a shiver down her spine. Before she could protest, Sean's lips crashed against hers, his kiss hungry and demanding. Elizabeth's resistance melted as his hands slid down her sides, tugging at the edges of her toga.

"Wait, I don't", she sputtered.

He paused and looked at her. "I doubt that guy recognized you. You aren't one to come to these parties." Somehow that didn't sound right but in her inebriated fog it made sense. He began to kiss her again. Lowering her onto his bed, his tongue finding the inside of her mouth, as her doubts shredded like paper beneath his touch.

He tugged again at the tightly fitting toga, and then he pulled her to her feet, while he stayed seated. He tugged again on the toga and she gasped as the fabric loosened, exposing her shoulders and the tops of her breasts. Sean's fingers traced the curve of her collarbone, teasing the edge of the fabric before slipping his manly hand between the folds of the sheet.

"Fuck, you're perfect," he murmured. "So soft. So fucking beautiful."

Elizabeth's breath quickened as he cupped her breast, his thumb grazing her nipple through the thin sheet. She moaned softly, her head falling back as he stood and began kissing his way down her neck. The room spun around her, her nerves replaced by a burning desire that threatened to consume her.

"Sean... I--" she started, her voice trembling.

"Shh," he interrupted, his lips brushing against hers. "Don't think. Just feel."

His hands moved lower, tugging at the waistband of her toga. Elizabeth hesitated, her mind flashing back to Drew's staring eyes. But before she could pull away, she felt the sheet give away and drop leaving her nude before Sean.

He stepped back and looked at her. She was suddenly embarrassed, but as she raised her hands to cover herself she heard him whisper. "Damn" as he clutched her hands making sure he saw every bit of her nudity.

He sat back on the bed and admired all of her. Then he pulled and she fell into him. His lips were on her again, kissing her collarbone and then they were on her breast. First one and then another. His hands were everywhere. Groping her and sliding to cup her ass. He pushed his knee between her legs and she felt as he rubbed it along her slit. She grinded herself upon it as his lips took a nipple into his mouth.

Then with one easy and quick movement, she was flipped and was now laying on her back on the bed. Sean was standing above her. His brown hair buzzed recently accentuating his chiseled jaw, his masculine features. His muscular frame silhouetted against the light glow of the lamps. He smirked at her and then tugged at his waist. She watched in baited anticipation as Sean's toga dropped to the floor, and her breath caught in her throat.

There, standing before her, was the most massive cock she had ever seen. It was thick and heavy, the head glistening with pre-cum, the veins pulsing with promise. Her eyes widened, her mouth going dry as she stared at it, her mind racing. He didn't give her much time to examine the specimen before he lifted her legs and lowered himself to the floor, his face finding her groin. Sean inhaled deeply taking in Elizabeth's scent. Then he was raking his tongue slowly across her slit until he found her clit. Elizabeth had never felt anything like this, sure she and Curtis had experimented, but this was an expert. His tongue made waves across her pussy and it felt like his mouth was vibrating as she felt a pleasure building within her. She coudlnt describe the feeling, the overall pleasure, but it built within her like a train racing closer to you at the station.

She gasped and moaned her feet pointing to the sky as he devoured her. His tongue reached depths within her that Curtis' simple licks had never. Then she felt his fingers replacing his tongue as he slowly flicked and moved the tip of his tongue to her clit. There he used the tip of his tongue in a rapid succession until she was nearly boiling over. Suddenly he stood, lowering her legs back to the ground and straddling her stomach. She looked up into the eye of his cock. It looked even larger than it had before and Elizabeth moaned with lust unable to look away. He had told her that she would beg for him to fuck her and as she looked at his cock, she knew that if he asked her she would crawl on her knees and beg him to fill her up.

"Like what you see?" Sean asked, his voice laced with smug satisfaction. "Bet your boyfriend can't compare, huh?"

Elizabeth's cheeks flushed, her body betraying her as her gaze lingered on his cock. It was obscene, a monster, and yet she couldn't look away. Her fingers twitched, aching to touch it, to feel its weight in her hands. She had only ever seen Curtis's cock. It was thin, pink and on the small side. But Sean's was a behemoth. A deep tan color against the white of his skin, glistening with precum and veins swollen to bursting. She didn't know if it was true but the tautness of this cock made him seem overly aroused and that deepened her desire. That she had done that to him made her feel sexy, beautiful, wanted.

"Elizabeth," Sean said, his tone teasing. "You're staring."

She shook her head, her voice barely a whisper. "It's... it's huge."

Sean chuckled, sliding closer. "You have no idea how good it's going to feel inside you. But don't worry, you'll find out soon enough."

His words sent a jolt of heat through her core. Before she could respond, her phone buzzed from the bag where it fallen early. She looked over to her side, ripping her lustful eyes away from the cock before her. She fumbled in her bag and pulled out her phone. Curtis's name flashed on the screen. She froze, her heart sinking.

"Ignore it," Sean said, as he grabbed his cock at the base and tapped her breast with the massive meat. "He doesn't need to know what you're doing right now."

Elizabeth hesitated, her thumb hovering over the screen. But Sean's cock was easing between her double D breast. Sliding between them as he thrust above her. His cock, all nine inches of it, slid between her amble tits and she felt his body press into her and then lift. She dropped the phone and pressed her breast together as he continued to pump up and down. His cock slowly moving closer to her face with each of his gentle thrust. She'd always thought titty fucking was stupid when Curtis had asked her to do it, but somehow with Sean it felt right, sexy. The way he moved his body, the way his abs flexed imeith ever gentle thrust.

"Fuck, you're responsive," he growled, his eyes glued to her perfect rack. "So fucking perfect."

Elizabeth moaned as her phone buzzed again, but she barely noticed. All she could think about was the way Sean's body felt on her skin, the way his hands moved over her body, and the promise of that monstrous cock moving from between her breasts to between her legs.

"Sean... I--" she started, her voice breathless.

"You what?" he asked as his body slid down hers and his lips brushed against hers. "You want it? You want my cock inside you?"

Elizabeth's cheeks burned, but she nodded, her desire overwhelming her inhibitions. "Yes," she whispered. "I want it. Yes, please fuck me."