I heard a normal college party outside my bedroom door. Music played. People talked. I pictured them walking around in my living room, casually drinking and carrying on with interesting conversations about sports, school, and whatever else fancied their interests.
I planned to enter into this party, but not like any of the others. As I looked down at my half-naked body, I grew excited at the thought of finally being able to fulfill my most intense fantasy.
"Well Martha, are you ready?" My friend, Jenny, cracked open the door to look inside. "You look absolutely fantastic. I'm sure a few of the guys are going to have a hard time. A very, very hard time, if you know what I mean."
I knew exactly what she meant, but only drew in a deep breath and looked down on myself once more. 'It wouldn't be so bad if I was more normal sized,' I thought to myself. If I had a flat chest or even average sized, it wouldn't be nearly so intimidating. But I knew my double-D cupped melons displayed in the erotic swimsuit would draw everyone's attention. Two narrow strips of cloth fell down from my shoulders and across my boobs. They joined an equally meager panty around my waist. It was enough to cover all the important parts, but just barely. I saw tit sticking out all over. I think a full two-thirds of my big boobs lay exposed. Even worse, they lay exposed in their natural state because the erotic swimsuit offered no support. Additional skin lay exposed behind me, I knew, for the swimsuit needed no straps across the center of my back. Worse yet, the bottom was little more than a thong.
Into the party I was supposed to enter wearing this meager selection of clothing. Everyone else would be fully dressed, but I would have skin sticking out all over. They would get to see nearly all of me, but they were not supposed to notice or say anything about it. This was my fantasy. This was what I dreamed about on those cold, lonely nights.
"Well?" Jenny interrupted my thoughts.
"I guess I'm ready," I looked to her to reluctantly answer. I felt my pulse racing.
"Well then, let's go," Jenny stepped inside and took me by the arm as though to give me the courage to finally go through with it. No one stood in the hallway on the opposite side of the open door, thank God, but I suppose it didn't really matter. They were all going to see me anyway. I tossed my long, dark hair over my shoulders and cautiously followed.
Except for one special invitee, according to Jenny, everyone knew me. A few were friends. Others were classmates. I already recognized one voice as my geeky lab partner from chemistry class. Jenny said she invited a dozen people who agreed to help me live out my wild little fantasy. Luckily, not all were men, as I first expected. Jenny surprised me earlier when she said all but one of the guys arrived with a date. The girlfriends and two wives apparently felt just as interested in participating as the men.
"Come on Martha!" Jenny had to almost pull me into the hallway. Even though I originated the whole idea, I still felt apprehension and a great deal of embarrassment. My heart beat like mad. I felt myself growing wet with sweat. It is one thing to think about an erotic fantasy in the mind, but quite another to carry one out in real life.
Looking down at myself one last time before walking out the door, my bountiful tits looked bigger than ever before. I couldn't believe what I was doing.
"Oh! Hello Martha," I heard a male voice say to me. "Where have you been? Busy studying?"
I looked up to see Brian walk past, probably going to the bathroom. I know he saw me too. I know he saw my big tits, but he didn't mention anything about them. He simply walked on past as though I remained fully clothed.
"Yea, studying," I remembered to answer. I nearly choked on my own words, but then suddenly felt much more relaxed. Finally, someone had seen my exposed body. More importantly, a man had seen it, and he acted as though he didn't see it. A relaxed breeze passed through me as I entered the dream of my fantasy. I suppose it was a lot like giving a presentation before a large audience. As soon as I reached the stage, the fear went away. Brian had broken the ice.
"Studying!" Another male voice gave me a hard time. "It's Friday night! You're not supposed to study on a Friday night! Get out here and grab yourself a beer."
I stood outside the doorway of my bedroom and was out in the hallway. In front of me stood three people, waiting in line to use the adjoining bathroom. The one who just spoke was John, a good friend of mine that I knew from back home. A brief look of surprise emulated from his eyes, but then he quickly regained his composure. In the back of my mind, I figured the size of my tits surprised him but then he remembered the plan.
"Well, you know me," I answered him, trying to regain my own composure. "I've always been a student studier, but I'm ready for a drink now."
It quickly grew a lot easier as we ventured down the hall to join the party. Still a bit strange and awkward, of course, but I rapidly became accustomed to my near-nudity. Jenny pulled me along into the living room as though she was afraid I might run back into my bedroom.
I looked around surprised to see so many people. "You said only a dozen!" I whispered my concern to Jenny.
"There are only a dozen," She answered. "There are only about a dozen couples." She gave me a little smile, but I didn't mind. 'The more the merrier,' I thought to myself. I was more surprised at how many people agreed to play a part in living out my wild little fantasy, and then I thought about how many men were going to be rewarded with the sight of my near-naked boobs.
The music still played, but I noticed the general noise level in the room diminish as soon as we walked in. Many people stopped talking, looked at my erotic state of undress, but then seemed to remember the fantasy and quickly resume their conversations. They were supposed to resume. That was the intent of the fantasy. I was to be dressed like a wanton slut for the evening, but everyone was going to treat me as though nothing was out of the ordinary. I naturally expected some problems and a few awkward moments. Some of the men, I knew, wouldn't be able to keep their eyes off my tits and ass. It would be as difficult for them as it was for me, but I figured most of them would play out the fantasy exactly how I wanted.
"Let's get a drink," Jenny offered, still holding my arm.
"Excellent idea," I agreed. I really need a drink; a very strong drink. I already pounded two shots of Wild Turkey in the bedroom, but I could really use two or three more, although I also had to be careful. Being a short, almost petite girl, I always had to be careful about drinking too much. I couldn't put them away like Jenny.
We walked towards the kitchen and the liquor cabinet but never made it. Several of my friends and fellow students said hello along the way. At one point Roger, my biology lab partner, invited me into a conversation. Four of them talked together, and I could hear they were talking about one of the more comical professors at the University.
"What do you think?" One of my girlfriends asked me, so I joined them. We talked for several minutes. The anxiety began to leave me. I almost forgot my state of undress, until one of them mentioned a particularly funny occurrence. I laughed about it, and then began to think about my tits juggling when I laughed. I suddenly became self-conscious again.
"Listen," I interrupted. "I really need to get a drink. I'll be right back."
"Never mind!" I heard Jenny behind me. "I brought the drink to you. It's a very special drink. I made it up myself – well, with a little help, that is."
I grew curious about her words as she handed me a wineglass. The sneaky, sly way she said "special drink" naturally made me suspect something was going on.
I took the wine glass to inspect it closer. I wondered some more. Clearly, it wasn't wine. The glass held something else, but I couldn't tell what it was. It held a white liquid, almost like milk, but not quite thick enough. It looked a little like a White Russian, but I could see it was comprised of two different consistencies. Part of it looked almost like water. Suspended within it were globs of some kind of thick, whiter substance.
"What is this?" I asked.
"You'll see!" Jenny answered in her sneaky, sly little voice. "Just take a sip and I'm sure you will recognize the taste from many times before."
Her words confused me, so I first smelled it. It didn't smell at all like any kind of liquor I recognized. Instead, it had a distinctive, musky smelling order. I knew I had smelled it somewhere before, but I couldn't remember where.
"Go ahead and taste it," Jenny prodded. "Don't worry, it won't hurt you." I figured it was some kind of new drink the girls had made up. They were always trying to come up with new contraptions from the random mixing of different liquors in an attempt to create a unique taste. I figured I might as well go ahead and try it, but braced myself for a strong kick.
