Ever since Dan left the party scene hadn't been as good. Dan threw some amazing parties, but more importantly they were all for people in your year, and all had people who were like you. They were reliably awesome. No wasted first years having their first beers, no police being called because someone started a fire.
Dan had left a good few months back, and it was now week 2 of your fourth year; your final year in college. Everything was going smoothly, if a little more boring than usual, until the foreign exchange student showed up at the start of this week. His name was Gilles, and was from Marseille. Gilles was a handsome man, with chiseled features, long blonde hair and an athletic body. You chatted to him very briefly in the first few days he has been here, just at times you have passed each other in class. He spoke surprisingly excellent English.
Then suddenly, one day, you hear a rumour that 17 Elder Tree Road was going to have a big party this Saturday; Gille's place. The rumour was doing the rounds throughout 4th year in your course, so you held hopes it was a return to the glory days with Dan.
On the Friday you see flyers advertising the party all around campus. Not a good sign, you think.
FREE BEER AND SPIRITS JUST BRING YOURSELF 17 ELDER TREE ROAD
Saturday comes, you are in contact with all your group and they all decide to give it a try.
"Fuck it," you say, "I'm gonna go to the party!"
You throw on your best chinos, along with a new shirt you bought. You give your buddy Simon a quick call.
"Yo, Simo, you going to this I take it?"
"No doubt! Looking forward to it... hopefully some first year pussy will show up!"
"You think? You don't have a chance anyway, you fucking creep."
You head over to the off licence and pick up some Captain Morgan's rum, convene with the lads, and slowly make yer way to 17 Elder Tree Road.
"Here we go," Ed exclaims.
"Christ, it's big enough, isn't it?" you remark.
You all make your way up the drive. You don't hear much until you are at the front door, when you can hear the sounds of a good crowd inside, with techno music at a fair old volume.
Ed knocks.
Nothing.
Ed knocks again. Then the sound of the door being unlocked.
"Ah gentlemen... welcome!" comes to soothing voice of a Frenchman speaking English.
A chorus of "Hey dude!" comes from all of you, as you trudge in.
"..hang on a second guys, before you can come in, there is a entrance requirement."
"Oh ya..."
"Yes. You must all have your penises measured. Away from the crowd, of course."
"What the fuck! Are you serious?" you say half laughing, utterly stunned.
"What the fuck is this, dude?" Simon angrily states.
"Look, it's the rules we've decided upon. I can promise you, they will remain within this walls."
You all look at each other, you;re about to turn around and leave.
"Hang on," Ed starts, "but there are many people back there, did they all do this?"
"Yes. All the men got measured."
"And the women?"
"We didn't ask anything of the women," as he stares back at ye with cold, confident eyes.
"Fuck it, I'm game... looks a good party," Simon states.
"Me too," comes Ed.
Gilles leads you all into a little room up the front of the house. On the table is a measuring tape, and a black marker. You glance around the room nervously, and spot a large roll out bit of paper on the floor, covered in boxes.
"What the fuck it that?"
"That is the representation of all the penises at this party in box form."
You stare again at it. It has about 20 boxes, all ranging in size. Some are long and thin, and others are short and thick. There are a couple very big boxes, in both length and width, along with a few all round small boxes.
"Right boys, let's get this done!" Gilles states.
Simon has already got his pants and jocks down and is warming his penis up, while Ed already has an erection out in the open.
"5.3 inches" Gilles states as he measures Ed's length, "and 4.3 inches girth."
Simon steps up.
"6.2 inches.... and..... 5.1 inches girth."
You can't believe your eyes. What the fuck is going on. You drop your pants and pull out your erect dick.
"7.5 inches.... and..... 6.2 inches girth."
"Well done gentlemen. I will add these to the sheet," he says as he starts to measure out your boxes, jotting a little sign underneath. Bastard is keeping track of whose is who.
You all pull up your pants, avoiding eye contact, and head into the kitchen. In here you see who has turned up to the party. There are about 7 girls and 3 guys who are in first year, 4 girls and 7 guys from second year, and 4 girls and 3 guys from third year, and about 3 girls and 3 guys from your year. They are all hanging around in there groups.
As the party continues through the night you can't help but wonder why he wanted your dick sizes. The party has really kicked off now, with everyone very drunk. The people has spread themselves around the house in different rooms.
You open the laundry room door slowly, and as you do you notice the light is already on. The further the door opens the more you realise why. You see a guy standing with his pants down, and a girl on her knees in front of him.
"Oh ya, baby!" comes the moan.
The guy suddenly spots you, but doesn't do anything. Just pokes his tongue out and winks.
The girl keeps slurping on his cock. You're not sure who she is. She has brown hair down to her shoulders, and a little black cocktail dress with heels. She looks a small girl. The guy is definitely a first year, and you presume the girl is the same. You turn around and quietly close the door.
You decide to leave your buddies for a bit and head on over to the pool area.
"Fuck me," you quite openly exclaim, as the pool area comes into sight.
It wasn't the biggest pool in the world, it was actually quite small, but it was the atmosphere around it that got you. There was a BBQ roaring, girls in bikinis, guys with no shirts on, and everyone drinking some type of cocktail.
You carefully examine all the bikini clad girls. They seemed to be mostly 3rd years, the 1st years were too shy to get into bikinis. Your eyes concentrate on their bikini tops and bottoms. There is a lovely mixture of big, round breasted girls and small, delicate breasted girls. Some bikini's material seems lighter than others, and you can make out the outline of some hardened nipples. You desperately try to make out cameltoe, or signs of bush,but too no avail. Some girls have more of a mound in their bikini bottoms than others, you suspect this equals more hair, but you won't know unless you pull one down. Good luck with that.
You eye up one of the more medium-sized but perky breasted girls. She looks to be a 2nd year, has blonde hair down to her breasts, has a petite figure, such soft tanned complexion, and in serious shape. Probably a hockey player.
You walk over, rum bottle in hand. You eye her up and down as you approach from the side. She is wearing a tight, yellow bikini. The bikini bottoms are slightly wedged up her ass, and the front is tightly clinging to her pussy mound. There is no bulge under her bikini bottoms. Her moderate, round breasts look so firm, and as she laughs they bounce gently in a circular motion.
"Hey there, Seb is my name, you do medicine with Jennie, right?" you balls out lie.
"Uhhhmmm, no, no I think you have me mixed up with someone else. My name is June, though, nice to meet you," she says with a wide smile.
"Oh God, I am sorry, you look very like Jennie. Nice to meet you," you say as you extend your hand to shake hers. As she turns to shake her breasts are barely contained in her tight bikini top. You shake her had a little more rigorous than usual, and watch her breasts bounce and wobble in perfect motion.
"Uhhmmm, why have you got a bottle of rum in your hand?"
"Ha, I brought it! I wasn't sure what to expect here."
"Oh you haven't been to one of Gilles parties before? Well, you are in for a treat. Tonight there seems to be an equal mix of new comers and people who have been before... you will enjoy it, I think! Anyway, I love rum, I'll have some..."
With that you both pour out some rum and continue chatting. She seems to be flirting with you more and more, with every sip a little bit more.
"OKAY, LISTEN UP EVERYONE," comes the French accented shout from the patio door, "THOSE WHO WANT TO JOIN THE COMPETITION TIME TO COME INSIDE!"