Although it was hard to believe a few weeks later, at first Felicity did not like the "tits out" parties that were so popular with her friends during the summer they moved off campus. She was a nice girl, after all, raised right, and when she started going to them she had to overcome her reluctance to show up at the front door of the party house with her breasts exposed and on display.
Still, it was the thing to do that summer and so she just went along with it, anyway, wanting to be one of the girls, wanting to get along with her classmates and meet boys. The short, blonde girl, cute and well-proportioned with a firm D-cup and wide hips, had always been popular in high school and had looked forward to college but once she got there she was disappointed with her life on campus. Her private college was very restrictive, it turned out. Much more than she and the other students had expected. She had devoted herself to studying during her first two years and was making very good grades but she was getting tired of the drudge. She missed her previously active social life and on trips home felt jealous of her old friends, who were pairing off at last, getting married, and even getting pregnant. She wanted some fun herself, for a change.
Tits-out parties seemed a little over the top to her, almost obscene, when she first heard about them. She didn't mind showing her body to a boyfriend, or wouldn't if she had one, she thought, but did she have to put herself on display to a crowd to be popular? Well, apparently yes she did, at least at that college.
It was Felicity's roommate Gretchen, taller with brown hair and much smaller tits, who had convinced her to keep going to tits-out parties, to give them a chance. Gretchen loved those parties! She kept telling Felicity that it was the best way to meet guys and a handy way for themselves to fit in with their friends. On the other hand, to fit themselves into their friends' hands may not have been the way to meet the best guys! Or something like that.
But mostly, Gretchen wanted Felicity to love tits-out parties so that she would come along with her. It wasn't so scary going with a girl friend or a date but many girls found it terrifying going to a tits-out party alone. Their breasts had to be on display by the time they knocked on the front door or the girls would not be let in. Most of the girls opened up their sweater buttons or pulled down their scoop tops or took off their tops in the car and then walked up to the front door with their boobs hanging out. During those few seconds, they were exposed in public and felt very vulnerable. The rules were that they couldn't cover up until they were outside again. Once inside, it was cool to be with other girls who were displaying their breasts and Gretchen thought it was really cool to be played with in front of other people, especially by guys she liked.
Felicity and her friends were about to start their third year of college. After the big scandal over promiscuity on campus, lack of supervision, and the lawsuits initiated by the parents that followed all those pregnancies, the college had become very strict. Several sororities and fraternities had been banned and all the coed dormitories were changed back to single-sex residence halls. Students were required to live on campus for the first two years, with no exceptions. Things got very retro in the sex and promiscuity department, and that really disappointed the students who had chosen the college in the first place because of its (previously) wild reputation. That made the transition to the third year, when they were finally allowed to move off campus, a new rite of passage among the student body -- a time to cut loose and act up!
Naturally, all the pent-up sexual energy and horny frustration normal in healthy young people had to go somewhere during the first two years, when they were stuck on campus. A lot of it, particularly among the girls, went into same-sex experimentation (mostly mutual pussy-licking), and some of it stuck with them, expressing itself later in the unusually high number of lesbians and bisexuals among graduates of this college. Even the straight girls learned to enjoy it, as an acquired taste, to be indulged in from time to time for the rest of their lives.
The rest of the repressed sexual energy among the students went into figuring out ways of moving their sexual adventures off campus. The penalties for forbidden behavior on campus could ruin their college record and there was no place to go on campus that was safe from discovery. But it was hard to go all the way off campus when you were on scholarship in a small but pricey college town and didn't have money for hotel rooms! That meant that the best most of them could do was catch a grope here and there and try to get to third base as often as they could in movie theaters, in the hope of jacking or rubbing off later to the memory. This frustrating reality had another peculiar and unexpected effect on the student body (and students' bodies): touching became a fetish!
Now, halfway through summer school, Felicity had learned to love tits-out parties! They were fun and sexy and her own tits were a boy-magnet, so what was there not to like? She was popular again!
Most of all, Felicity liked the fondling and the opportunities to be touched and felt up, so new to her during the first few weeks of that summer of liberation! At these parties, the college kids could finally get as aroused as they wanted, knowing that, at long last, they could get their release right then, with any willing partner!
The exhibitionistic atmosphere also made touching and rubbing so much sexier! The fondling also naturally led to sexual experimenting, like oral sex or fucking -- but what could be more natural? Felicity was not a virgin (neither was Gretchen) but like most of the students they both felt like their sex lives only began when they moved off campus. Once they moved off-campus, they all started to expand their horizons and learn their limits, which for most of them meant exhibitionism, oral, and straight fucking. Anal was still generally beyond their comfort zone and so wasn't very common until after graduation. (When they did talk about it, which was not often, they usually referred to it as "going postgraduate".)
One night, Gretchen and Felicity were on their way to a tits-out party about five miles from campus on the road north out of town. Felicity and Gretchen had been roommates in the dorm and liked each other enough to room together off in an apartment campus. They had tried a little pussy-licking and fingering together and liked it, but both of them knew they really preferred a penis when they could get it. Now their sex lives were so much better! Still, on those occasional nights when neither of them had a date and there was no tits-out party going they just ordered in pizza, watched a sexy movie, and got it on with each other.
Gretchen peered intently through her glasses at the unfamiliar road. "We're almost there," she said. "It's supposed to be in an old farmhouse just up ahead." The tits-out parties were moving further and further away from the center of town neighborhoods to avoid hassle from the town kids and especially guys who showed up to ogle girls as they arrived at the front door. Often crowds of guys on the sidewalk would be panting and staring at their tits as they passed, mostly guys who were not invited to the party. Sometimes there were so many of them that the girls had to run from their car to the front door. There was always the possibility, dangerous but also exciting, that one of the guys would lose it and grab one of them! That's another reason why the girls went to these parties together or with a date and almost never alone.
"I'm a little worried," Felicity said, unbuttoning the front of her scoop-neck blouse and tying the ends underneath her ample breasts, so they were lifted up and displayed like ripe fruit. There was a gap of several inches between her tied blouse and the top of her tight black miniskirt. The mini, more like a micro, barely hid her white cotton panties but made her bare white athletically-toned legs look much longer. "You know, I like this a little too much. I'm not concentrating on my homework 'cuz I'm always thinking of boys and getting boned. My mid-term grade in Econ sucked. I shouldn't even be here tonight -- I should be hitting the books!" Felicity and Gretchen were both taking a couple of tough classes in summer school, getting them out of the way early so the coming school year would not be so hard.
"Well, you're only young once and I want to enjoy my body while it's tight and guys want it!" Gretchen was more experienced than Felicity because she had had an older boyfriend at home, but they broke up. Even though she wasn't curvy like her friend, Gretchen was pretty enough to turn heads and she knew how to keep men young and old coming back for more. She kind of liked older men more, though, because they lasted longer and had the money to buy her stuff.
Gretchen spotted the old farmhouse and turned onto the property. She pulled her car into the spacious front yard, relieved that there were no boys to taunt them. Maybe this time the hosts had actually succeeded in keeping the party secret!
Gretchen turned the motor off and pulled her sweater over her head, to reveal a light blue tank top with no neckline -- none! She had bought a man's tank top, much bigger than she was, and had opened and then stitched up the sides so that it would cling to her tall, lithe body but leave her breasts completely bare, the stubby pink nipples pointing straight ahead. She was much smaller up top than Felicity, both in her boobs, which were B-cup size but looked smaller on her tall frame, and nipples. Below, she wore a tight denim skirt and no stockings -- her legs were bare, too, but unlike Felicity she didn't wear panties to these parties!
The two girls turned off their cell phones put them in the glove compartment. If their parents called, they would lie and tell them that they had gone swimming and left the cell phones in a locker. A friend of theirs had accidentally hit a button once and her phone auto-dialed her parents while she was getting fucked. They had recognized her voice yelling "Come inside me!" and heard her scream in orgasm. Needless to say, they pulled her out of the college the next day and she ended up in some religious school. They didn't something awful like that to happen to them!
