On the way down the stairs to the party, I started to have second thoughts. It had felt safe and cozy in Rick and Michael's apartment. The party downstairs, however, was loud and large and full of people I didn't know. And while that turned me on, it scared me, too. I stopped on the landing and decided to be totally honest.
"Michael? I'm scared. I want to do this, but I am very scared. So you need to go slow, let me get comfortable. But once I get comfortable, I promise I'll make it worth your while."
Michael grinned. "We've got all night, Leah. But I might have to speed things up if you take too long. A guy can only take so much, you know."
I turned to Rick. I had never paid all that much attention to him in econ class. He was a nice guy, but kind of average looking. But tonight I had noticed something in his eyes I had never seen before. An intensity and a passion that sent shivers down my spine. Michael was hot, he knew how to touch me and talk to me, but knowing that Rick was watching was the icing on the cake. There was something a little bit scary about Rick. I liked knowing that I was driving Rick crazy with lust, that he was watching me, and that I had no control over what he might do. "You guys will keep me safe if any of the other guys try anything, right?"
Rick nodded. "Don't worry, Leah. Mike's big and I'm mean; they aren't going to fuck with us."
Feeling somewhat reassured, I started down again. I felt a slight breeze blow up my shirt, and it made me very aware of my nakedness beneath. My nipples felt like rocks, poking and rubbing against the thin white shirt. I was about to enter a room full of strangers wearing nothing but a man's shirt and a pair of heels, and I felt almost breathless with excitement. We reached the bottom of the stairs, I took a deep breath, and we pushed our way into the party.
There were a couple dozen people there, more guys than girls. They were standing around in small groups, talking, drinking, smoking. The "bar," which was just a kitchen counter, was on the far side of the room from the door. It held pitchers of grape liquid and plastic cups; a keg was on the floor in front of it.
Michael let go of my arm. "Go get us some drinks, Leah. I want to watch you walk. I want to see you swing your ass and drive all these guys crazy." He swatted me lightly on the butt. "I want you to bend over when you get across the room, legs open, like you bent over upstairs. Rick missed that part." I flushed, feeling my pulse race. Rick added, "And I want to see your tits bounce on the way back. Make 'em sway, Leah!"
I walked on trembling legs across the room, trying to put a little bit extra swing into my walk. A couple of guys stopped talking and stared; someone whistled. One of the girls threw me a dirty look. I knew my lack of underwear was obvious to all of them. I held my head high, cheeks burning, as I strutted over to the counter.
"Hot damn," said the guy behind the counter. "Please tell me you need a date, please, please!"
I laughed. "No, I already have a date. Can I get some drinks?"
He poured me a grape concoction as I grabbed two beers for the guys. Then, following Michael's instructions, I "accidentally" knocked the pile of plastic cups on the ground.
"Whoops!" I bent over, slowly, knees straight, legs apart, my ass pointing toward Michael and Rick, and took my time picking up the cups, which had scattered. I could feel the bottom of the shirt rise up the back of my thighs, to the bottom edge of my ass. My legs were shaking. I couldn't tell for sure if my ass was exposed or not, but it sure felt like it was. I could feel all the eyes on the room centered on me. I stood up, grabbed the drinks, and walked back slowly across the room, feeling my breasts sway obviously under the shirt.
When I got to the guys and handed them the beers, Michael pulled me close and kissed me intently, for a long, sweet time. When I pulled back in his arms and looked into his eyes, I could see how turned on he was. He liked claiming me in front of the other guys in the room. He liked everybody knowing that his woman was naked and hot. And I liked it, too.
"Let's dance," he said softly. He handed his beer to Rick. I drank down a long swallow and handed my cup to Rick, also. We walked into the center of the room and began swaying together.
"That was damn hot," he whispered in my ear. "I could see the bottom of the curve of your ass, and it was real apparent that you were naked down there. You looked like you were bending over to get fucked from behind, and every guy here was imagining that he was the one fucking you. Imagining your tits hanging down, and you rocking your ass back onto his cock." He started kissing my neck, my ears. It was very sensual, feeling his wet tongue probing against my skin, especially since I knew what that tongue could do to my clit. His cock was like steel in his jeans, rubbing up against me.
"I want to show you off more, Leah. I want to show everybody your tits."
Warmth rushed through me and I nodded, weakly. "I want to, Michael, you are turning me on so much!" I was amazed by the feelings building up inside me, feelings of anticipation and fullness and yearning. I finally understood what people meant when they said a woman was "in heat." I felt like I could melt from the intensity of the pleasure I was feeling.
He grinned and slid the shirt off my shoulder, pulled my long blonde hair back, and bent his head to kiss me there. I shuddered, it felt so good, and looked up, to see if Rick was watching. Rick had moved from the doorway to a couch on the side of the room, where he half sat on the armrest, talking to another guy, his eyes locked on my body. He raised his glance to meet mine and mouthed, "More!"
Michael reached between my breasts and unbuttoned a few more buttons, until the shirt was unbuttoned to my waist. He reached inside the shirt and massaged my breast, cupping it and lifting it and making circles with his fingers on my large pink nipples. I groaned, wanting his lips sucking on me, wanting him to free my big round breasts and reveal them to everyone.
"Turn around," he commanded.
I slowly turned so my back was to him. He put his arms around my waist and held me tight, pushing his cock up against my backside. Then he slowly, oh so slowly brought his hands to the middle of my chest, gently held on to the edges of the shirt, and pulled it open, exposing my breasts to the room. I felt my face burn and shut my eyes as I rubbed my ass into his erection and felt his fingers lightly tug on my rigid nipples.
"Everybody's watching you," he whispered. "Everybody wants to see your pussy."
I was so turned on I was shaking. I forced my eyes open and sure enough, everyone in the room had gone silent and was staring at my naked tits. My eyes shot to Rick, and he nodded slowly, a big, slow grin covering his face. "More," he mouthed.
"Show them," I whispered back to Michael.
He took one hand off my breasts and inched it down the front of the shirt. Then he took some of the fabric between his fingers and began lifting the hem of the shirt up. The eyes in the room shot from my breasts to my cunt as Michael exposed it.
Then he took his other hand from my breast, reached down and parted my pussy lips. His fingers squeezed my clit, tugged it out so everybody could see my most secret place. I cried out in shock and embarrassment, but I liked it. I wanted more, I wanted to sit on his face and come again like I had come upstairs.
