It was a Saturday sometime in the fall during my sophomore year, when I was still dating my asshole boyfriend Brian. He was gone that weekend for a family thing, which was fine with me because I had a big chemistry test that Monday so I was planning on spending the whole weekend studying for it.
But during the evening I got a call from my sorority sister Christina, who's kind of a ditz but is really fun to hang out with. She asked me to come to a fraternity party that she was going to, because she didn't want to go alone and no one else from our sorority was going.
"I can't, I have a chem test on Monday!" I told her.
"April, pleeeease come, just for a little bit!" she said. "There's a guy there I want to meet and I'll look really stupid if I'm there alone!"
"Who?" I asked.
"Blake Klinen, do you know him?" she said.
I actually did, but not in any way I wanted to tell Christina. I had cheated on Brian with Blake during the summer, when we were at internships and were housed in the campus dorms. It wasn't anything serious, just one night we had both stumbled back drunk in the hall at the same time. Neither of us wanted to go to bed, so we ended up going back to his room and hanging out for a while, and eventually I ended up giving him a blowjob. He fell asleep right after, without going down on me, so I never hooked up with him again, and every time I see him I can tell how guilty he feels.
But I didn't want to tell Christina that, especially not if she had a crush on him. Maybe he'd treat her better or something, I don't know.
She begged me for a few more minutes before I finally relented. "Okay, but I'm only going to go for like a half hour," I said.
"Yaaay! Thank you thank you thank you April!" she said.
I decided not to get too dressed up for the party, so I wouldn't want to stay too long. I just put on a pair of jeans and cute new top that I had bought. It was a little racy, mostly because it was a little too tight for my boobs, and it had its own shelf bra so I couldn't wear a regular bra with it. So I jiggled a bit more in it than in my other tops, but sometimes there are nights when you want to do that, and this may be one of the only nights I could wear it without Brian there to get jealous and scold me for it.
Christina and I met outside the fraternity house, and I could tell she had already been drinking. She was definitely looking to impress: she had on a cute tight skirt and a very tight top and push-up bra that her cleavage was almost bursting out of. Christina was very cute in a girl-next-door way, but tonight she was really trying to sexy it up.
"I'm so glad you could come," she said. "I'll only need you a little while until I can start talking to Blake!"
"Just remember, you owe me," I said.
"Totally!" she nodded, and we walked into the house.
The party was already going when we got inside, with kegs and a beer pong table, and pretty soon Christina and I were handed beers and swept into conversations. I could feel all the guys staring at my boobs, and got a little self-conscious about how much they were bouncing every time I moved. I made a mental note to maybe not wear this again, or at least to wear something over it next time.
Christina and I quickly found Blake. He immediately got red-faced when he saw me, but Christina didn't seem to notice, and the two of them quickly started talking. He wasn't too embarrassed not to check out my chest, though. I suddenly remembered that I hadn't actually taken off my clothes the night I blew him. Too bad you lost your chance to see them, I smugly thought as I watched him glance down.
I left the two of them and start wandering around the party, looking for someone to talk to. I ran into Drew and Tarek, two of the members of the fraternity who I knew from chem class. Drew was kind of a jerk but Tarek was nice. He was also super-cute, one of the guys I planned on hooking up with when Brian and I eventually broke up.
"Hey, April! They're looking great!" Drew said, looking down at my chest. Ugh.
"Hey guys," I said. "Tar, shouldn't you be studying?"
"I'll get to it when you do!" he said, smiling that gorgeous toothy grin.
We chatted for a while, as I tried to ignore Drew staring at my tits and Tarek occasionally taking peeks. But I can't say I wasn't flattered, in fact, I could feel my nipples start poking through the thin shelf bra, which definitely just increased all the ogling I was getting.
Suddenly I heard my name being shouted from across the room. I looked over and Christina was waving at me from the beer pong table. "April, come here!" she shouted.
I excused myself and walked over to Christina at the table, where a crowd was forming. "Hey, we're gonna play beer pong with Blake and John!" she said. I looked over at the far end, where Blake and John were waiting expectantly. John I only knew because he was constantly hitting on me freshman year, and one time when he was drunk he asked me out on a date. I politely turned him down, and since then I hadn't seen him.
"No!" I said. "I can't drink, I have to go home and study!"
"Just one game!" she said. Then she whispered to me, "pleeaaaase, I want to look fun, I'll owe you!"
I sighed. "Fine," I said. Christina clapped and squealed. "She's in!" she said.
Blake and John set up their cups while we set up ours. I really didn't want to play, but I was pretty good at beer pong, so if Christina was any good, I expected that I could get out of it without having to drink too much.
But it turned out Christina was not any good. She couldn't land a single shot, and Blake and John were very, very good, so even though I played pretty sharp, we quickly ended up drinking and losing. It didn't help that a crowd was forming to watch us lose, and I grew very aware that every time I took a shot all the guys were watching my breasts bounce and swing in my thin top. Definitely not going to wear this again, I thought.
When Blake sunk the last shot in and the game was over, I was already a little tipsy from all the beer I had been drinking. If I left now, I could still sober up in time to study for at least a couple of hours.
"Good game!" Blake said.
"Girls can't play beer pong," John said, shaking his head.
"No way you just said that!" Christina said, slurring her words. "One more game!"
"Christina, no!" I said, but she wasn't paying attention to me, she was too busy looking flirtatiously at Blake.
"You had your turn, we gotta let another team take us on!" John said.
"How about this, if you guys can beat us again, April and I will go take our shirts off!" Christina said.
The crowd started whooping as my jaw dropped. Did Christina seriously just bet our tops on a game of beer pong?
"That's a good deal!" Blake said, grinning at Christina.
"Hey, I'm not wearing a bra!" I blurted out. I was trying to say that was why I couldn't play, but the way I said it made it sound like I was egging the guys on even more. The crowd started cheering harder, especially the guys.
"Then it's settled!" John said. Murmurs were going all throughout the party now, and people were forming around the table.
Christina pulled me close. "Don't worry, I'm hustling them!" she said, and winked at me.
That was surprising. Did Christina even know what hustling meant? Was she just pretending to be bad at the game so she could flirt more with Blake? She seemed so confident about it that I dropped my objections and started setting up the cups.
Looking back, Christina WAS a good player, but neither of us accounted for how much she had already drunk during the night. We started the game off strong, but very quickly the guys tied up, and for a while we were neck and neck. The whole time the crowd was strongly cheering against us, and the boos every time we sunk a shot and the cheers every time we missed started getting to us. It especially didn't help that every time I threw I could feel all the guys in the room staring at my tits jiggling in my top, all of them hoping to get to see what they looked like.
It finally came down to both teams having just one cup left. Blake took his team's shot and it sunk straight in. The crowd gave a tense cheer as everyone knew that Christina had to make our last shot or else we had to strip. I held my breath as Christina tried to steady herself on the table (she was definitely drunk by this point) and tossed the ball.
Even as it went in the air the crowd could tell it wasn't going into the cup. They were already cheering, so loudly and raucously, as the ball bounced a couple inches away and off the table.
Blake and Jason high-fived as the crowd started chanting "Take it off! Take it off!" For the first time I looked around and saw that the entire party had stopped and everybody had been watching the game for a while now.
I helplessly turned to look at Christina. In the din, I could hear her tell me, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!" She seemed really sincere about it, and as mad as I was, I could tell she didn't mean for this to go this far. Even so, it was completely her fault.
Maybe if the two of us had refused together, we could've gotten out of stripping, but Christina was already rolling her shirt up her stomach. Turning to Blake, she gave him a sexy look as she pulled it up and off her head, revealing a really pretty purple push-up bra that looked classy and still covered her up. The crowd started giving wolf whistles at her, and she grinned embarrassedly.
But everyone was already turning to me. I groaned. I didn't even want to come to this party in the first place, and now I was about to show everyone my boobs.
I started to pull my top up slowly, hoping for some sort of miracle, but halfway I realized that I was just playing into everyone's anticipation, and no way was I doing that. So I took a deep breath and yanked my top up over my head. For a brief second it stuck as the shelf bra tried to hang on, but with a quick snap it flew up and off, and my boobs popped out.
The cheer was almost deafening. I could hear some chants of "April! April!" but mostly it was just cheering and clapping. It would have been flattering, if they all hadn't been my classmates. Everywhere I looked, I could see the face of a boy I recognized. Blake and Jason, Drew and Tarek, a couple of guys I had hooked up with and other guys I just knew from class here and there. Now every one of them was getting to see me topless.
I thought about covering myself up with my hands, but there wasn't any point by now. So I just stood there, turning red, while everyone gawked at my naked breasts.
Blake and John came over to thank us for a good game. Blake turned his attention to Christina, but not after taking a long look at my boobs. Well, congrats, I thought, you finally got to see them.
With Blake and Christina talking, I turned to find my top and cover myself up again. But as I looked around, I couldn't find it! My top was gone!
I couldn't quite remember what happened to it. I thought I had just dropped it on the floor, but it wasn't anywhere near me. I started looking around, bending down and looking under the beer pong table. The party seemed to be back on, but enough guys were still staring at me that I could feel their eyes staring at my boobs jiggling and hanging down as I bent over and looked around. This was soooo humiliating.
Even worse was having to wander around the party, topless, asking everyone if they had seen my shirt. By this point I was clutching my arms around my boobs, but I could tell everyone was thinking that I was trying to draw attention to my tits.
