I was a freshman in college, and I was a little bit nervous about the whole college experience. But, I was in the band, which in addition to allowing me to move in earlier than everybody else, it also gave me some friends to start off with. I had not been socially successful in high school, in fact I was somewhat of a recluse. I preferred to spend time with myself, and thus I had had only one or two girlfriends, and they hadn't stayed long. Despite the fact that I lifted weights on a daily basis, I was simply found unattractive by women. So I had kind of quit trying to get girls for a while, until something happened to me.
As I was putting my instrument in my locker, I stood up and an incredible sight came into view. It was Elyse Miller, one of the most beautiful girls I'd ever seen. She was a flute player, an elegant instrument in contrast to my own clumsy tuba. She was short, about four inches shy of my 5'10" height. She had shoulder length auburn hair, and the most deliciously shaped ass I'd ever seen in my life. She had been out in the hot sun all day with everybody else, and the tops of her deeply tanned breasts were exposed teasingly from the sports bra she was wearing. Even though she was my age, I had counted her out of the realm of possibility.
I was checking her out as she walked by, roving her with my eyes behind my wrap-around sunglasses. To my surprise I caught her scanning me from head to toe, and her eyes seemed to slow down over my well muscled torso. She must have guessed that I saw her, because she looked me right in the eye and gave a sexy little wink.
I think my heart skipped a beat when she did that, and I stood there dumbstruck as I watched her ass move delightfully in her shorts as she walked away. While I was considering the implications of what had happened, my section leader came by and told me that there was going to be a party at his apartment that night, and that the whole section was invited. I readily agreed, and put the incident with Elyse out of my mind for the next few hours as I went back to my dorm room to attempt to fitfully work on a paper.
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After about four hours of waiting for the party to start, I went and gave a ride to another member of my section. When I arrived, the party was just getting started, but there was already about twenty people there. I went through the apartment, making greetings as I went. When I arrived at the back patio, where there was a grill about to be lit, the host looked at me and said, "Take off your skirt and get a beer for chris'sakes!"
Not being one to impede progress, I went to the fridge and got a can of Bud Light, and took it back out to the patio just as the grill was lit. He had put too much lighter fluid on it, and when he threw the match the fireball was so big it singed the hair off his hand. As we watched the flame abate, I popped the top on the can and began to drink. I hadn't eaten anything since an apple at breakfast, and the cold beer hitting my stomach produced an instant buzz. I drained that one and got another, at the same time grabbing a burger and lighting up one of the cigars I had brought. It was hot as hell outside, and with the grill going and the humidity, my black polo shirt was sticking to my back in a matter of minutes.
When I was on my second burger and my third beer, some other guests arrived that were a total surprise to me. Jack, the section leader, had invited five or six sorority girls over, but only four of them came. Much to my surprise, Elyse was one of the girls that sauntered in. She looked great in tight blue jeans and a halter top, and I could tell instantly that she wasn't wearing a bra. I had an instant hard-on, despite all the booze in my system. She wandered out to the back where the grill was to get something to eat, and through all the catcalls she caught me staring at her. As she made eye contact with me, she glanced down at my crotch, and noticing my embarrassing state, raised one eyebrow and gave me a sly little grin. As I sheepishly excused myself to another room, I noticed her going about her business and flirting with the host as if nothing had happened.
I went and chugged another beer, hoping to rid myself of the painful situation in my pants. Much to my relief, my erection began to subside, and I went out into the living room, where a game of darts was beginning. It was about ninety minutes into the party when the game started, and it was over in fifteen minutes due to the erratic throws of the drunken participants, myself included.
At around this point in the party, Eric, another friend of mine, called me over to play a drinking game called flipcup. The game consisted of trying to drink a cup of beer as fast as you could, and then trying to flip the cup upside down before your opponent could. The catch was that you could only use one finger to flip the cup, an activity that required some dexterity and poise. So you could imagine what it was like when you weren't exactly sober.
When I got up to the table, it turned out that my opponent was Elyse. She gave me another wink, and then sidled up to the table and assumed the starting position of palms flat on the table. I swallowed the lump in my throat and stepped up, just as Eric counted "1…2…3…Go!" I grabbed the cup to drink it, but she was too fast for me in the flipping stage, and she beat me hands down. I grinned shyly, and she laughed right back at me.
As we stepped away from the table amid the cheers and laughter of the onlookers, I moved up next to her and asked, "Can I get you something to drink?"
She paused a minute, uncertain, but then agreed. I told Jack that I needed something special to drink, and he instantly replied "The Jim Beam's in the second cabinet from the right." I found it, and poured us each a generous double portion of the bourbon.
As I handed the cup to her, she turned, and I instantly noticed that her nipples were very hard, and poking through the thin fabric of her shirt about a quarter of an inch. "Thanks," she said coyly, and then we proceeded to drain the thick liquid. While drinking, I noticed that an impromptu dance floor was being cleared, and some rap song with a slow, really bassy rhythm was being pumped from the stereo. I mustered up my courage and asked her, somewhat hesitantly, "Do you want to dance?"
She bit her bottom lip, then tossed her cup in the trash and replied, "I thought you'd never ask."
As we moved onto the cleared part of the floor, she began to sway her hips back and forth to the rhythm, and this brought my erection back with full force. She turned to face me, and clasped her arms over her head and began to really get going. I wasn't a very good dancer, and she kept goading me on to get some rhythm going.
"Come on, I know you can dance better than that," she said, and I tried to intensify my efforts in a pathetic manner. "I'll bet you just need some incentive don't you…" she said teasingly, and then she backed up to me and began to grind on me, teasing me in a way that drove me crazy. Every time the tip of my hard-on would touch her ass, she would pull away, mockingly resisting me. I let my hands run down her sides to her belt, but she jumped away and turned to face me, beaming a half smile at me the whole time. After a while, I mustered up my courage again, and moved up close to her. She responded by getting even closer to me. As she began to tease me again, I moved my right hand to the small of her back and pulled her in closer, then let my hand go down to her delicious ass and grabbed her on her left side, and gripped it hard. She smiled and began to pull away, but as she did, I moved my middle finger down between her legs and lightly stroked her pussy. To my surprise, her jeans were already a little bit wet. When I did this, she slowed the motion of her hips, and her lips slightly parted in a silent intake of breath.
After a couple of seconds of her looking straight into my eyes, she and I began to both breathe again. She straddled my right leg and began to move on my rock hard cock in the most incredible way. She now had the ever-wettening crotch of her jeans in full contact with my dick, and was creating a friction that was spectacular. I matched her rhythm with my hips, and continued to stroke her ass with my right hand. I used my free hand to stroke her long, dark-red hair. She moaned encouragingly, and I moved a little bit closer and started to kiss her neck.
"Jesus, you're beautiful," I whispered into her ear. She reacted by giving off a purr of contentment and stroking her hand over my firm pectoral and abdominal muscles.