Chapter 30
Sigourney
It was Marco Abernathy, the huge, by that I mean, tall, and I mean he was a 6' 10" basketball player who had made All America Honorable Mention last year that persuaded me to go to the fraternity party.
I like to party, don't get me wrong. But this type party usually sucks. It turned out I was right about that, but I'll always be grateful to Marco for cajoling me into going.
Did I mention that Marco was Black? Oh, yeah, as the Ace of Spades. But maybe you'd guessed that already.
Anyway, we got there around ten, and everyone in sight was already drunk. The music was blaring and I was surprised the cops weren't already there. Most of those attending were guys, and most of them looked like typical college dorks.
Obviously the majority were there with fantasies of finding a drunken girl who would make their every dream come true. It was just as obvious that they would be going home alone as usual with a hangover -- after all, what was more appealing to a girl, albeit a drunken girl, than a drunken guy with acne slobbering over them with either vomit or beer breath, or both?
Marco slapped me on the shoulder and laughed. "Gonna find me some of that white pussy. See ya'll later, Bree." And all 6' 10" of him vanished into the crowd.
There were probably a dozen or so girls hanging around. Mostly little bitches there to try to prove to their friends they were partiers, but it was clear they were in way over their heads. At the other end of the spectrum were the college sluts, some of who were already topless, some already flashing their asses and pussies delighting the guys.
As I appraised the girls, I found that the majority ran true to form, which is to say they were decent to good looking, dressed a bit provocatively, with a few (other than the sluts) willing to keep an open mind should something positive come up. But most of them were there to test their skills in teasing the drunken guys.
For the first hour or so I just hung around and watched the 'activities,' as the guys chugged beer poured into their mouths with funnels while the girls danced with one another and the guys not involved in the drinking contests ogled them from afar. Although any girl who got remotely close to the 'lookers' risked having her ass grabbed while obscene suggestions were hurled at them by the other onlookers.
After four beers I had to take a leak, but when I opened the bathroom door I had to take a step back. The smell of vomit and shit was overpowering. Strewn on the floor were at least a dozen used condoms. That proved me wrong. Someone was getting laid.
The John was backed up, so I used the sink, wrote an 'Out of Order' note, dribbled the contents of a condom on the back of it then 'taped' it to the door, hoping there was another bathroom somewhere else in the house.
I made a wrong turn and wound up passing two bedrooms, both of which were occupied. In the second one I heard the distinctive voice of Marco urging someone named Helen to "Take it all!"
I smiled to myself and made my way back to the main living area and heart of the so-called party. There was a small group gathered in front of the couch and I wormed my way into it and saw two girls making out while the others urged them to s strip and really get it on.
The two ignored them, but continued making out at their own pace, and from the smiles they flashed when not kissing each other they knew exactly what they were doing. I wondered which group they belonged to: the teasers or the sluts.
Curious as to how far they would go, I remained in place. It didn't take long.
Later on I learned their names, but for simplicity's sake, I'll tell you now. Kathy had the bigger tits. Anna was a size or two smaller but also well endowed. They each had long brown hair which they wore straight down to the middle of their backs. Anna had a darker complexion, almost olive when compared to Kathy's paler skin tone, and that made the two of them look hot together. They were both tall, maybe 5'6" or 5' 7". They each had tight low cut jeans on with Anna wearing a tight strapless tube top and Kathy a thin cotton tank top.
Anna seemed to be taking the lead. She and Kathy were kissing like two lovers, there had to be something between them that went beyond a typical friendship. It was evident to me and the others that Kathy's nipples were poking through the thin material of her tank top. As soon as Anna became aware of it, she began to run her hands over Kathy's top, circling her fingers around the nipples then cupping the breasts in her hands. Kathy responded by running hands over Anna's bare shoulders, and then around her face and through her hair. Eventually her hands moved down to Anna's breasts and both were fondling each other through their clothes.
A short brunette leaned against me, whether consciously or not I didn't know, and a moment or two later I felt her breast against my arm. I glanced down at her and she smiled up at me.
"They're hot, ain't they?" she said.
"Get in front of me, you can see better that way," I told her, propelling her in front of my by putting my hand around her waist and giving her a little tug. Once in place, she moved her ass so that it fit up against my zipper. She actually purred when I cupped her breasts as we watched the girls play.
Anna's hands moved stealthily down Kathy's torso, teasing and tickling until finally she reached Kathy's crotch. She pressed a finger against where Kathy's pussy was hiding and began to rub her through her jeans. Kathy stayed on Anna's boobs, massaging them, toying with her nipples for a short time, then pushed down the material until Anna's beautiful breasts were exposed.
A few whistles came from the crowd. Everyone appreciated how full and firm they were, and without a trace of silicone. Her nipples were large and very hard at the moment from all the attention they were getting. Kathy's hand could barely hold one as she cupped and toyed with it.
Anna was still working on Kathy's covered jewel box, but evidently decided what was good for her was also good for Kathy, and reached up to lift the cotton tank top up to her chin, providing the onlookers with a view of Kathy's best friends.
The whistle and shouts started as Kathy's boobs popped out, especially in that they were bigger than Anna's. Kathy lay back in the couch and let Anna kiss her neck and throat. I heard her moan despite the clamor going on around us.
Moments later, she was drawing on Kathy's left nipple like a baby on a bottle. Kathy arched her back upward as Anna switched to her other boob, and while Kathy was reveling in the wondrous sensations that caused, the resourceful Anna had moved to the others jeans, which she deftly unsnapped and then unzipped while sucking Kathy's boob. Kathy evidently understood what was happening and assisted Anna in removing her pants, revealing a sexy red thong that barely covered anything. Anna rubbed her pussy folds through the thong while alternating her mouth between Kathy's breasts.
The short brunette had her hand on my hardon, squeezing it tightly while I played go-cart driver with each of her nipples.
When Anna pulled the thong to one side giving everyone a glimpse of Kathy's well shaven pussy, I released one of the brunette's nipples and slid my hand down the front of her jeans and sent a finger into her sopping wetness. She jerked forward, sending her ass crashing into my erection. Once I was assured she'd done no serious damage, I went back to exploring her dripping vagina.
Anna went to work on her girlfriend, working her middle finger into her slit while using her thumb to coax Kathy's clit out from its hiding place. I decided to mimic her moves on the brunette just to see how it affected her. Kathy's hips bucked against Anna's knowing finger. The brunette moaned and bucked too; but not as violently as Kathy had.
All eyes seemed to be on the two girls. No one was paying any attention to the brunette and me, or so I thought.
At some point in the action, Anna apparently tired of teasing Kathy and dove head first into her snatch. A roar of approval went up from the on lookers.
"Fuck me!" the brunette squawked after turning her neck in a futile attempt to face me.
