"Look, I'm goin' with Marci and them. Are you comin' or not?" Danielle declared.
"Not," Bob replied.
"Fine," she huffed, turning to leave his dorm room.
They were talking about a frat party at another university, the kind of party with plenty of booze, dancing, and . . . well, all the things one associates with college frat parties. Bob wasn't into that scene, especially since the school was their rival. Danielle, on the other hand, enjoyed getting a little wild now and then, and with her friends going she didn't want to miss out.
Pulling her brunette hair back in a fun ponytail, she fumed over Bob and his stubbornness. They'd only been going out a few months and, even though they didn't agree on things like this party, she did think they had a future together.
She decided to wear something that just might get him to change his mind about going.
And she knew just the outfit . . . a pair of black yoga pants and a red tube top.
The pants hugged the curvature of her round little ass and were tight enough to make the pantie-line across the middle of her asscheeks visible, but not so tight as to give her any kind of camel-toe. The dark material also concealed the fact that her panties were red, like the top. Above her bared midriff, the tube top was taxed by her 36D tits and displayed just the right amount of cleavage, yet her ample breasts were firm enough that she could go braless. And since she expected to be on her feet all night, and probably a little wobbly from alcohol consumption, she wore a pair of sandals. She had a natural beauty to her so she only wore enough eyeshadow and lipstick to enhance her hazel eyes and sensual lips.
Bob's slack-jawed expression when she stopped by his room told her she'd picked the right outfit.
"Still not goin'?" she asked, giving him a chance to change his mind.
"Nope," he shook his head after a long moment.
"Ok then. Bye."
"Bye."
The party wasn't at just any ol' frat. It was at one of the biggest ones on campus. And it was in full swing by the time they arrived. Danielle quickly found the Jell-O shots and got a red solo cup from one of the kegs. Then she wandered from room to room, talking to people she knew and meeting others.
At one point she found herself talking to a well-built, good looking guy named Jason. At over 6' he was much taller than her 5'6". Feeling flirty, Danielle jutted her chest out as they chatted and smiled to herself when she saw him admiring her display.
This scene was repeated several times as she talked to other guys throughout the evening.
And the number of guys wanting to talk to her seemed to increase after she got her second beer, a by-product of her flashing the guy manning the keg.
Her and Marci were standing in line, talking, when a raucous cheer from about half a dozen guys interrupted them. There was only a couple of people in front of them and they could clearly see the girl whose cup was currently being filled had lifted her top to flash the guy filling it, as well as a small group of his buddies standing nearby. These were the source of the cheer. When her cup was filled, the girl dropped her top and walked off wearing a proud little smile.
That left a couple of guys between Danielle, Marci and the keg. They made a show of allowing the girls to skip ahead in line, obviously in hopes of being present for another flashing. The guy manning the keg gave Danielle a questioning look as he took her cup.
"I bet they're really nice," he smiled, locking eyes with her.
A twinge of excitement ran through her. Not because of his compliment - she knew her tits got men's attentions. And not just because he was good looking, with a great smile. No, the twinge was from the idea of flashing him . . . and the others. Danielle had been raised by a rather strict father, and in the months since she'd been at college she'd rebelled. She'd even lost her virginity within her first week there. But the idea of exposing herself . . . of actually displaying her bare tits to these guys who she didn't know . . . would be taking her rebellion to a new level.
And yet, to her slightly buzzed mind it seemed fairly tame . . . and acceptable.
So, with a little grin, she pulled her top down, revealing her ample tits. Freed, the milky-fleshed mounds rolled loose, cool air swirling over them and caressing her pink, coin-sized nipples, making them stiffen slightly.
A chorus of appreciative cheers rang out from the guys in the background. After taking a good look himself, the one manning the keg started filling her cup. The previous girl had held her shirt up until the cup was filled and so Danielle kept herself bared while the beer gradually reached the top. The act, combined with the obvious appreciation of her assets, made her feel friskier and she couldn't stop herself from putting on a little show; shaking her torso slightly so that her breasts swayed a little for the guys.
"Thank you," the guy said, handing her cup over.
"Sure," she replied, pulling her top back in place and accepting the cup. She tried sounding casual, but inside she was a bundle of excitement.
"How 'bout you?" He asked Marci as he took her cup next.
"I'm not drunk enough yet," she answered.
"Ah, party-pooper," one of the background guys said.
"Oh, go ahead, Marci," Danielle tried coaxing her. "It's harmless."
"Nope," she refused.
"Okay," the guy said, filling her cup a lot faster than he had Danielle's.
"That was crazy," Danielle giggled as they walked away.
"They sure seemed to enjoy it," Marci agreed.
"Yes, they did," Danielle smiled proudly.
"There sure are a lot of cute guys here," Marci commented, smiling at one as they passed.
"Yea. But I'm with Bob right now," Danielle didn't know why she sounded so dejected.
"Well, Bob's not here," Marci reminded her.
"Yea, yea," Danielle snorted. Then she noticed a girl walking by in nothing but a little t-shirt and a pair of black panties. "Hey, what's with that?"
"I don't know, but I've been seeing others," Marci offered.
Looking around Danielle did see other girls in similar outfits. One was in a pair of teal panties, the thin straps riding high on her hips. Another wore a pair of pink French-cut ones. And there were others too; not a lot, but a few. Like most of the girls at the party, these girls wore tops that did nothing to conceal their lack of bottom attire. And they were all walking around, acting like it was no big deal.
While this wasn't exactly odd for a frat party . . . it wasn't exactly normal either.
"I guess it isn't that much different than a bikini," Marci shrugged.
"Yea, I guess," Danielle agreed, thinking that while panties tended to be fancier, and even frillier, than swimsuit bottoms, in a lot of cases they covered more skin.
The pair wandered through the party some more, getting separated at some point.
When Danielle needed another refill, she made sure to revisit the keg manned by the guy with the smile - she learned his name was Charlie. The size of his backing group had shrunk slightly, but the ones that were there offered more appreciative cheers when she again exposed her tits for all to see.
And when she needed yet another refill sometime later, the group had grown. And again, she gave them all a show as Charlie slowly filled her cup.
It was after this that she nearly bumped into Jason as she stepped around a corner.
"Hey, Danielle," he greeted her with a happy smile.
"Hey," she smiled back, her body reacting on its own and jutting her chest out.
"You havin' a good time?" He smiled, noticing her display.
"Yea."
"Great. Hey, you wouldn't wanna play some ping-pong would ya?"
"Ping-pong? Not beer-pong?"
"Yea, I know it's different. Maybe even a little weird. But our president is a ping-pong champion and thinks beer pong is sacrilege. Besides, there's enough drinking games going on we don't need it."
"Um, okay. I guess I could play a game," she shrugged. The alcohol had her feeling pretty good and she thought a game would be a good distraction, allowing her to sober up a little.
"Great. Come on," he said as his hand settled at the small of her back.
The contact sent a tingle racing along Danielle's spine.
Jason confidently guided her through the crowd to a room that had obviously been the dining room when the house was new, but the frat had turned into a game room. At its center sat a ping-pong table. There were currently two guys playing, the ball bouncing back and forth over the net, while others stood around watching, or playing other games throughout the room.
"We got our next contender!" Jason announced.
Both players looked over and the ball bounced off the table, one of them missing it.
"20 - 19," someone announced.
The people watching cheered.
"Game's to 21," the announcer clarified. His name was Bill, and he'd been the recipient of one of Danielle's flirty displays earlier.
"That's Tom and Greg playing," Jason told her. His hand cuffed her waist and pulled her gently against his side.
It occurred to her that maybe she should pull away . . . that this might be allowing him to be a little too familiar with her. But it felt good. His hand was warm and comforting at her side, his body firm against hers. So she did nothing. She just stood there sipping her beer and watching the game.
The guy named Tom served the ball, sending it bouncing over the net. Greg returned it. And Tom returned it to him. Greg sent the ball zipping back, bouncing off a corner of the table. Tom managed to hit it, sending it back and Greg missed.
"Game!" Bill declared.
The room cheered as the two guys saluted each other with their paddles.
"You're up," Jason told her, giving her a side-hug.
"Huh?" She asked, confused. "I thought I'd be playing you."
"If you lose, you will," he smiled as he turned to face her, his hand slipping along her back to her other side.
"What?"
"Yea, we have this tradition durin' our parties. The loser actually gets to keep the table. It gives more people a chance to play, since no one plays to lose."
"Okay..." it still wasn't clear to her, but then she thought maybe the alcohol was hindering her comprehension abilities.
"So, since Greg lost, you'll play him. Then the loser of that game plays the next contender, which if you lose will be me."
"And if I win? Not that I think there's any kinda chance I will."
"Then Greg will keep the table, and me and you can go talk somewhere..." his hand gently slid up and down a little on her side as he gazed into her eyes. "Maybe somewhere quiet."
The combination of his words, his gaze, and his touch, made her knees tremble and sent a warmth flowing through her.
"Okay, slow down there, Romeo," she giggled, compelling herself to focus. "We only met a little while ago."
"Yea," his hand tensed slightly at her side. "But you are so beautiful."
"I also have a boyfriend," she forced herself to clarify as the warmth continued flowing.
"Okay," he shrugged, but his grin told her he wasn't giving up. "Play the game, then we'll talk."
"Alright," she nodded, handing him her cup to hold. As she stepped to the table, the room cheered, making her feel welcome.
