Author's Note: This is a work of fiction, exploring taboo fantasies, not an endorsement of behavior, sexual or otherwise, in real life. Remember: Keep it Safe, Sane, and Consensual!
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"Are you sure about this?"
Rose shifted uncomfortably as she looked at herself in the mirror. The red miniskirt and midriff-revealing black blouse were far more daring than anything the petite brunette eighteen year old freshman was used to wearing. The addition of black high-heels definitely helped show off her legs, but did nothing for her nervousness. She glanced up at the reflection of her friend Mary, the tall buxom blonde sophomore who had talked her into this.
"You look great, Rose! The boys are gonna go wild when they see you. And besides, you've been cooped up studying ever since you got here, it's time you relaxed a little, unwound a little," Mary grinned down at Rose, "and believe me, you could use a little unwinding."
"Shut up!" Rose spun unevenly on one heel to face her friend, her wavy brown hair fanning out around her shoulders. "I'm just not used to going to parties. Or showing so much... me." Her skin flushed slightly as she noticed the desiring look in Mary's blue eyes. She was used to politely feigning ignorance when women took an interest in her. Rose had nothing against lesbians, and she was actually kind of flattered by the attention, but it wasn't the kind of affection she could give back.
As a matter of fact, if she had been into girls, it would have probably have made things a lot easier on her growing up, since her parents had very strict rules about spending time alone with boys and their unwholesome urges. Rose was no virgin, though. In fact, she'd had her cherry popped by a very daring boyfriend during a retreat hosted by their church one weekend when the chaperones were distracted trying to keep track of dozens of teens. Not that her parents were ever going to hear that story!
Rose and Mary had met through a sophomore Algebra class they were taking together. Rose had been a very dedicated student in high school and already had college credit through AP math classes, but quickly found herself in over her head in Professor Pine's course. Fortunately, Mary had taken the distressed mousy girl in under her wing and they became study buddies. Mary had also decided that she would make it her mission to get Rose out of her shell and into a miniskirt. Getting her to come to a party and meet some of Mary's friends was the next step.
"Anyways, Rose, you're gonna knock 'em dead. How about me?" Mary did a graceful spin while Rose looked her over. She had opted for a black mini dress that tightly hugged her generous curves. Adolescence had blessed the leggy blonde greatly, and a dedicated fitness regimen had ensured she'd made the most of it. And her parents had never particularly minded who she hung out with as long as she kept her grades up, an arrangement she had taken full advantage of, with both boys and girls. Rose couldn't help but appreciate her friend's figure.
"You look amazing. I don't think I'm gonna have to worry about too many boys going crazy over me as long as you're around to keep them distracted."
"Oh, no, these frat boys love chasing after innocent naive freshmen like you. Have fun, if it gets too much, you can just wave me down and I'll get you out of there."
Rose smiled at the reassurance, and they headed out. From the dorms on campus to Greek Row took about fifteen minutes with the traffic in town. The roads around campus always got jammed on Friday night as everyone tried to head out. It took them another ten minutes to find a place to park on a side street and walk the rest of the way, and by the time they arrived they were fashionably late, with the party in full swing at Omega House's large three-story mansion.
A tall muscular guy stood at the door, deciding who to let in (mostly attractive women) and who to send away (mostly horny guys). Omega House's parties were legendary, and everyone wanted to be there. Rose felt even smaller than usual as the tall broad hunk looked her over with a grin before he turned to Mary and winked. "You two help yourselves to some drinks, enjoy the party!"
The first floor of the house was dominated by a large open room, with a long dining table along the far wall, and doors leading into a large kitchen. The chairs that normally would sit at the table were arranged along the walls to let people sit down as the table was set up as a big bar. A set of stairs along the wall near the door led up to the second floor, with a mezzanine and numerous small bedrooms overlooking the living room. Rose could see couples already sneaking off into the small rooms, sometimes closing the door for privacy, sometimes not, with gaggles of cheering revelers standing in the doorway watching the show. Another flight of stairs led up to an as-yet unseen third floor. As Rose bit her lip, she wondered if she'd spend some time upstairs tonight.
Interrupting Rose's thoughts, Mary led her grabbed her hand and dragged her through the crowded living room, introducing Rose to countless people with a casual confidence. More than a few of those folks eyed Rose appreciatively. Someone handed them drinks and Rose tried her best to keep up with the rapidly shifting conversations in the noisy room as loud thudding music made her body shake. Whatever the drink was, it was sweet and strong, and she felt herself loosening up readily as various guys came by to chat her up.
Mary ran off suddenly and came back dragging a tall redhead built like a rugby player. Rose felt her jaw drop as he stepped in close to her, forcing her to tilt her head back to look at him. "Rose, this is Alex, Alex, this is Rose." She wasn't sure if it was the drink or the rugby player, but Rose felt herself flush as she felt dwarfed by the redhead stud. Stud? Wow, this drink really was pretty strong!
