This is the story of the defining sexual experience of my youth. My name is Mark. I was 21 years old and it was the last day of finals in May of my junior year in college. Originally, I'm from a small town in Illinois but I went to school in Chicago and by then considered it home.
I lived in a nice apartment off campus with my best friend Zane. His family had money so he let me live with him for the same rent I'd have paid for half of a dump. It was a pretty sweet deal. It also meant our place was the party pad of choice for our group of friends.
Even though we were all of drinking age, we were still more of a house party group. We didn't have many total ragers but we liked to party, even though most of us were school newspaper nerds. With the exception of Zane, none of us had been particularly popular in high school.
In college, though, popularity is less about the superficial stuff and more about simply who you like to hang out with. Our group was fun so our parties attracted kids from all over campus. We had a main core of about 10 of us that hung out a lot, but for the big blowouts we all invited friends from other social circles and some of them brought friends, so there was around 50 of us that night.
The party was fantastic. Zane bought a couple of kegs. We made it a pajama party so everyone was super comfortable and more than a few of the girls were very sexy in their nightwear. One kid in our social circle was a part-time club DJ. He brought his gear and played a few 45 minute sets that really got us going and had some awesome playlists he could leave on autopilot when he wanted breaks to enjoy the party.
It was a great night and if the story ended there it would still be one of my most memorable college experiences. But it turned out the party was just a prelude to the real fun. The after party would be what all of us remembered forever.
Since we lived in an apartment, even though we'd invited most of our neighbors, we had promised all of them the main party would end at midnight. We killed the music at 11:45 and started shuffling people out. We had organized a "clean-up team" that was really just an excuse for our main group to stick around without offending everyone else, although I think most were wise to us.
It took half an hour, but we got everyone out and the place picked back up. There were 11 of us left. In addition to Zane and I, there were three other guys, Brian, Evan and Sean. All were mutual friends from the newspaper. Mandy, Jenna and Bella were fellow newspaper friends. Mandy was big and beautiful, crass and sassy. Pitch Perfect had come out a year or two earlier and she confided in us it was one of the first times she'd really identified with a major movie character. She saw some of herself in Fat Amy - funny, confident and sexy, unwilling to be defined solely by her weight. We loved her, she was always the life of the party.
Also there, Mandy's roommate Tasha had been in our friend group for a couple of years. Carli dated Evan briefly in high school. They decided they didn't work romantically but had been best friends ever since. And finally, Bella had invited a high school friend of hers up to stay the weekend. None of us had ever met Katie before but all of us, guys and girls, had taken an instant liking to her. She was beautiful and sexy, wearing a lacy little tank top and short shorts. Plus she was warm and funny and fit right into the group from the get-go.
Zane turned some music back on and got out a couple of joints to pass and we settled in to chill and enjoy each other's company. When we hung out like this, we rarely split off into side conversations. We would chat as a group, sometimes deep stuff like politics and religion and how we were going to change the world, but often just telling old stories and making each other laugh.
We spent probably an hour just talking about the party. We all had gossip or a funny story to share. Mandy was practically bursting to tell us her story and it would not be topped.
"You guys will not fucking believe what happened to me," she started dramatically. "I had to piss like a racehorse, after, you know, 12 fucking beers. The hall bathroom's occupied so I go around to Zane's and open the door."
She paused with her hands in the air like a conductor. She's got us hooked, almost laughing even though we haven't heard the joke yet.
"Gina, the smoking hot chick from my media ethics class?"
She waited, letting us all nod that we knew who Gina was.
"She's sitting on the sink, naked from the waist down with her top pulled up to reveal her INCREDIBLE tits! And she's got her legs wrapped around that HOT fucking black guy that was here tonight..."
She trailed off, waiting to be informed who the black guy was.
"James? From the basketball team?" Zane asked.
Mandy snapped and pointed at Zane.
"James! That's the guy," she said. "My goodness, what a fine looking man. Anyway, James has his shorts around his ankles.
"No underwear, by the way," she adds conspiratorially.
"Yeah, I noticed," I interjected.
Mandy started to continue but then stopped dead and looked at me.
"Wait, what?" she asked.
Everyone turned to look at me. Zane had a knowing smile on his face. I immediately realized I had said something I shouldn't.
"Oh, uh," I stammered. "I just, uh, saw him in the right light and, uh, just noticed and was pretty sure he was, uh, you know, freeballing."
The truth was I'd almost sprung a boner when I noticed the giant fucking bulge in his gym shorts. The entire outline of his cock was plainly visible. It took a second to realize I was almost cartoon eyes ogling him. I had snapped out of it, looked up and made eye contact with him. He smiled and gave me a "what's up?" nod, conveying with absolute certainty that he'd just caught me staring at his package.
I had smiled, blushed and awkwardly waved then made a beeline for the keg. I never talked to him. And now I was trying to talk my way out of admitting I noticed his dick. Luckily, I was saved by Katie.
"I'm not sure how anyone didn't notice," she said. "He seemed to be rather proudly displaying it."
Several others agreed all at once they had seen James' prominent bulge, including Brian and Sean. Mandy, satisfied with my stumbling explanation, picked up where she left off.
"He's got plenty to be proud of!" she exclaimed, almost breathlessly. "He was ramming the biggest cock I've ever seen right into Gina's pussy!"
We all gasped and laughed but the laughter was a bit subdued. I couldn't be sure, but it seemed I might not be the only one who was a little turned on by the picture Mandy was painting.
"Well, I just fucking froze!" she continued. "For once in my life, I'm fucking speechless!"
Now genuine laughter from the group.
"James doesn't miss a fucking thrust!" Mandy said, really getting wound up. "Gina finally looks me dead in the eye and says, 'you just gonna stay and watch, or what?'"
No laughter, just stunned smiles around the room. Mandy then changed her delivery from breathless retelling to confident sultress.
"I finally gather my wits about me and go, 'Don't mind if I do.'"
