The following story took place during the early 1980s at a not-to-be-named university in upstate New York. It is part fiction and part real, but I'll leave it up to the reader to determine which is which. Please note that all characters were over 18 years of age at the time that this transpired.
When I was in college I had a good friend, Maurice, who came from Boston but whose family was originally from Montreal. He was a crazy guy and we often said that he would screw anything that walked. Anyway towards the end of our junior year he began dating a terrific looking girl named Ramona. When I say terrific looking I mean pretty face, great body, and absolutely an amazing pair of boobs.
It was a couple of weeks before the fraternity initiation formal, a very upscale event that followed the initiation when the pledges actually became brothers. A couple of us were on the event committee and talking one day.
"Ramoner is really looking forward to the inish," said Maurice.
Not hearing him exactly right, I could have sworn that he said "The moaner" and said who are you bringing?"
"You know, Ramoner," he repeated.
Anyway, that was the start of it because from that day forward the guys referred to Maurice's girlfriend as "the moaner." At first it sort of pissed him off, but once he realized that it was all in good fun and that the rest of us were not about to change our ways, he accepted the nickname.
It was about the time of the inish formal that we learned that Maurice had not yet gotten into Ramona's pants, but we all more or less knew that that was about to change. Inish formals are really classy events . . . well, for the most part. The guys are dressed in tuxedoes and the women go all out with sexy dresses, new hair styles, and the latest makeup. In some respects it's a bit like a more grownup version of your senior prom in that there is also legitimate alcohol.
There were four of us brothers who hung out together: Maurice, Monster, Tush (really, that's what we called him), and me. Just for the record my frat name was "Sights" because as a civil engineering student I was always out in the field doing surveys with a transit. My date, Alice, was the president of our sister sorority. She and I had had several dates, liked one another and was a sort of an on again/off again basis. We had fixed up Monster with Alice's roommate, Felicia; Tush brought his current girlfriend, Kate. When I say that the women went all out, I was not making small talk. Kate had a long red dress with a slit that went way up the side; Felicia, wore the proverbial little black dress that was provocatively short; and my date, Alice, had a long teal dress with a plunging neckline. I have to admit that I have always been a boob man and could keep my eyes off her chest, but especially because this dress was intended to be worn without a bra. Finally, we get to Ramona, who wore a strapless black dress. Her ample boobs were even more accentuated by a strapless bullet bra that gave those puppies points that I still think were reminiscent of an early 1950s Buick front end except that they weren't chromed.
At the formal we had a couple of speeches by the frat president, a second from the faculty advisor, and a keynote speech by a guy from the fraternity's central office. Then we sat down to a buffet dinner which was followed by dancing with music furnished by a decent band. The locale was the ballroom at the conference center on campus which made it convenient for the drinkers in the crowd who could just walk about a quarter mile back to the frat house rather than drive while intoxicated.
The conference center also had a very nice bistro but it was closed that evening because of the private party. The bistro had several tables and comfortable chairs, but also six high back banquettes along the back wall. The lights were out and Alice thought it would be a great place for us to find some private space. Each couple could have their own banquette and it was a place for us to engage in our amorous activities.
While I cannot attest to the success that Tush and Monster were having at the outset, it wasn't long before I had my hands on Alice's boobs given that access was eased by the lack of a bra. We were kissing and I was getting a great feel that was making me think that I could advance to lower parts of her anatomy when there came a distinct moan from one of the other banquettes. Judging from the direction that it was coming from, it had to be Maurice and Ramona. They were in the next section to ours and the acoustics were nearly perfect.
Alice and I stopped what we were doing in mid-action as we listened to the amorous goings-on. They apparently had no idea that we could hear them so well, but being in the midst of our own romantic activity made certain that we were totally quiet. . . well, let's just say sufficiently quiet to not give ourselves away even if Alice did let out with a couple of whisper-like "Mmm's". But I'm getting ahead of myself because Maurice and Ramona had become a bit like listening to a risqué story over the radio.
Alice and I could hear the faint sounds of kissing and at first assumed it was on the lips, but we were proved wrong when we heard Ramona say, "Just pull the dress and the bra down."
That was followed by more of the same sound but then Ramona added more moans and the visions of Maurice sucking on her nipples became very real in our minds' eyes.
"Oh, I love that."
"Your nipples are really hard."
