All characters mentioned are 21 or older.
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It was a party, or at least that is how it started out, but let me start from the beginning.
The first rule of being in college is that you have to have at least one party during your entire stay. So I had invited around ten of my closest friends. It was going to be small, maybe everyone could sit back, watch tv and drink.
I made sure the house was perfect, spending all day cleaning it and buying chips, beer, whiskey, and just about every other type of alcohol that was legal. I threw covers on all of the furniture just in case someone had too much to drink. I had thought ahead so much that it never occurred to me that things may change.
The first person arrived around 5:30. The party wasn't supposed to start until around 9 but I could really use the help. I opened the door and immediately felt three things hit hard. The first was that I was completely underdressed, being in a throw on t-shirt and a messy pair of shorts. The second was my jaw hitting the floor. Standing before me was what my mind imagined female perfection would look like. Cammie had her hair let loose around her face, she had just enough make up on to try to cover any imperfections she thought she had, and topped it off with ruby red lipstick. She wore a very tight fitting strapless dress that clung to every inch of her body, and matching 4" heels. The third thing was a tightening in my jeans that I had to hide behind the door until her back was to me.
"Hey Cammie! Thanks for coming early! I could really use the help." I said, giving her an embarrassed smile and trying to look into her deep brown eyes. She smiled back and it was as if the entire room lit up. "However I have to ask, why so dressed up?"
"No problem Adrian, and this old thing?" She asked running her hands over her magnificent body. "I just had it lying around the house. Thought I would wear it tonight. That a problem?" She gave me a look that had less than honest intentions but I shrugged it off, trying to act decent.
"None at all. Come on. You can help me set the coffee table up."
We set to work, she was grabbing drinks and I was making chip bowls. Cammie was a 5'2 Asian girl, with DD breasts and a small but firm ass, who could be the closest thing I had to a best friend. We had known each other all through high school and she had always tried to hide her body. But here she was almost teasing me with it like a hungry wolf with a piece of meat dangling with in inches of it. She would stride past me, her dress going up ever so much to give me an amazing view of her thighs. I knew this was going to be a long hard night in more than one way.
We got everything set up in record time, and by 8:50 we were sitting on the couch already drinking and laughing. When everyone else started to arrive I began to feel incredibly overdressed. My body is nothing special. I have an average face, average hair, 5'7, and a fairly athletic build, with 8 inches below the waist. However that wasn't in question now. My appearance failed to even come close to the beauties walking through my door. Jamie was next to show up after Cammie. She wore a blue silk dress that showed off her cleavage amazingly. Then Brandi came in. She wore a red latex dress that made her already impressive rack seem impossible, having matured before her high school years, her breasts were E cups and her ass made the dress itself strain with every step. Kamryn showed up shortly after, and she was probably one of my favorites at the time, giving my hard on a well needed break. She wore a simple dress that came about to her knees and was, as I noticed, the only one so far that was wearing a bra. Next came Victoria, which was one of the most shocking. She was a Pentecostal girl who usually wore as much as possible. However know she was wearing what could be described as the sluttiest dress a Pentecostal could own. It came to her mid thigh and had a built-in push up bra that showed off cleavage I didn't know she had. Joanna, Kenzie, Rebecca, and Mallory came next, all wearing identical low cut dresses. And my final guest of the evening was Taylor. I almost laughed as I opened the door. She was wearing a cut up shirt and booty shorts that really showed off her body, but she, like most of the others, was not wearing a bra and her massive breasts pushed the shirt to its limit, not only showing her nipples through the material but also giving me a fair amount of under boob to enjoy.
I closed the door and turned back to my guest, eager to hear what they were discussing in my absence, when another knock came on the door. I counted everyone in the room and that was all that I had invited. I turned back around with a sigh, thinking it was one of the neighbors complaining about the noise already, which, when you have ten girls in one room, can get pretty loud. However, opening the door, I realized it was not one of my neighbors at all. Natalie stood in the doorway, not making eye contact with me, and had a fairly good reason for not doing so. Throughout most of my high school years she teased and tortured me.
"I'm sorry. Cammie told me she was coming to your house and I thought i could use the excuse to get away from Vidalia for a change." She said in a small, quiet voice. Her hands were moving over the slit in her low cut dress, pulling it down more and I couldn't figure out if she was doing it intentionally or out of nervousness. I sighed again.
