Hi, my name is Katie. I am 20 years old and I attend a very competitive Boston area college.
I had always been a nice girl. I made it through high school as an honor student and with my sexual reputation intact. My first two-plus years of college had been a purely academic endeavor. Of course, that was the plan. I had plenty of opportunities for sex, but I had a boyfriend that I loved at home and I planned on being a good faithful girl in addition to being a straight "A" student
What follows is a story about how plans change.
I wanted to go home for Thanksgiving to see my family, friends and mostly Dave, my boyfriend. I was from the most southern part of PA near Lancaster and could not afford the flight to Philadelphia from Boston, so I was hoping to find another way home. Kelly is my roommate and her boyfriend, Bobby, lived about an hour south of me and had some space in his car, so I ended up getting lucky with a ride. I told my folks and Dave that I would be home late Wednesday night. Bobby told me to be ready by 3pm on Wednesday for the 8-hour drive through heavy traffic. He told me that he had a full van, so I ought not pack too much. One bag would be best if I could manage that. I said that was fine.
He picked me up right on time, and only had his roommate, Mario, with him. I asked about the others and was told that they were all from Northeastern University and we were going to get them now. Fifteen minutes later, five more guys piled into the van and we were on our way. Needless to say I was a bit concerned. Me and seven guys on an eight hour trip? At least I knew two of them pretty well and I knew that Bobby would keep me safe since I was his girl's roomie.
The boys from Northeastern came well prepared with three cases of beer and some pot. I like to party though I rarely found any time to do so. I figured that this was a great time to kick back, since I was going to be in the back of the van for the next eight hours or so. My first three beers went down nice and easy and I wanted more.
The first joint was lit and everybody but me was having some. I was never much of a smoker, but there's a time and place for everything. After my 4th beer I decided to try the joint as it went by. I was soon feeling very buzzed and having the time of my life. All the guys were really cool and funny. They kept telling me how hot I was and how they wished I wasn't taken. I was so buzzed and so caught up in the moment that I said "I'm not taken for the next six hours." The words were out before I realized it.
Beer!
As I tried to back away from the remark, Alex, one of the Northeastern guys, said that we could still have a fun ride and I agreed so long as we all understood that no sex would take place. That seemed to make sense to all of us including me as we had a long ride ahead of us. Not shockingly, a game of strip poker was suggested. After saying "no way" for about twenty minutes and another beer, I finally caved.
I rationalized that, having played a few times before, and never having gotten totally nude, I would be ok. Besides, I could always quit if it got out of hand. Still, I was a bit nervous as I had only five articles of clothing on (sweatshirt, jeans, bra, panties & socks) and I was worried about my resolve if I ended up naked AND intoxicated with seven cute guys who were all very horny.
I am a good girl. I have always been a good girl. I repeated it to myself a few times as if it would somehow protect me.
The game began.
The van was custom and had two bench seats that faced each other. I sat in the middle of the back bench which was wider than the other. We put a wooden crate in between for the cards. We kept up the drinking, started stripping and actually played a fairly well-mannered game until we hit New Haven and I lost a hand despite having a full house. I should have quit earlier when my jeans came off, but the booze got the best of me. I had now lost my bra and the mood in the van changed quickly.
I was now in a real bind. I had agreed to the rules of the game but I was also a good girl. Something was about to give and I had to choose what. I decided that exposing my chest is legal in some places and that as long as I avoided having sex, all would be ok.
The boys gasped as I unclasped my bra and nervously let my perky c-cups spill out. There I was, in a van filled with guys, far from sober with my now granite-hard nipples exposed wearing nothing but my suddenly soaking wet panties. The guys were drunk too and, though they were being very respectful, I could see erections on the three hunks that were also down to just their underwear. Yes, we had agreed that there would be no sex, but sex was obviously in the air and we all knew it. What only I knew was that at twenty years I had only been with one man and I was now aware that he was not at all well endowed.
I lost the next hand too and, thanks to liquid courage, I did not flinch. I knew the guys were cheating too, but I was past the point of thinking even remotely clearly or even caring for that matter. I had never been turned on like this before and, deep down, I really wanted to do it. I was soaking wet and I am sure all the boys could smell my arousal in the back of the tightly packed van.