My college roommate, Melissa, and I absolutely needed to get out and get some excitement this weekend. Fortunately, her twin, Nikki invited us to her sorority party Friday that definitely promised a cure for two bored, restless college girls.
After a few long days of class, studying, note-taking, and reading, Party Night came around. Back at the room before my roomie, I am happy to find that I have the room to myself. If I remember her class schedule correctly, Melissa won't be back for another 40 minutes at least, so I dig through my private stash at the top of my closet then scurry to the bathroom.
I give my legs a nice rinse with a wet washcloth and dry each before pulling out the leg wax. Tearing a few strips does cause me to wince some and a small handful may have brought tears to my eyes, but I would much rather do this myself than pay a ridiculous price to get it in a salon. Especially because after finishing with my legs, I know what I need to do next.
My pants and panties lay in a heap on the floor across from me as I set a few strips of that tepid wax on my mound. Reaching for the cloth I had used to dry my legs prior, I rolled it like a small log, placed it between my teeth and bit down, knowing just how loud I am going to want to scream after waxing my lady area.
(I will spare you of the horrible throbbing and agony, though I will admit to have screamed a number of choice words luckily muffled by the towel in my mouth)
By the end of the self-inflicted torture at the cost of beauty, I stared myself in the mirror, cleaning the escaped tears from my cheeks before curling my lashes and coating them in smoke black mascara. I added a touch of foundation to cheeks, hearing Melissa return as I contour my cheek bones. Last comes the Cherry Bomb red lipstain and my party look is complete.
Still aching from the 'cleaning', I shrug it off an mumble 'ehh fuck it' and step into my high-waisted, blue/grey booty shorts, running my hands over them as they hug my commando form. I slip right the rose-gold high-crop halter that says 'not shameless or desperate up for a good time'. One last time, I check my look in the glass, add a last layer of gloss just in case, then head out of the bathroom.
In an equally hot army green strapless body suit, paired to a green, brown, and black plaid 'school girl' type pleated skirt, my roommate looked about ready to head out as well. I give her a 'hot lady whistle' as I step of to my bed and sit, sliding on my charcoal thigh-high boots. All Melissa had to do was zip on her pleather ankle boots and we made our way outside where the ride we had ordered was waiting.
The front table was covered in shot glass that smelled of Whiskey, Rum, and what I believe was Vodka so both of us chose two and did that fun thing where we linked our arms together in that 'bottoms up' manner as we listened to dance music pump through the house.
The building itself was three stories; the main, the upper, and the basement. Hardly able to hear, Melissa and I wave our phones at one another before wandering into the energetic mobs of party goers. Some chick grabs my arm and asked 'any good at beer pong' to which I answer by plucking a ball from her hand and sinking it in a cup across the table. ''Hot!" she screams, nodding and dancing in approval of her new teammate.
Our match was over in mere minutes, proving just how badass girls can be. I down a few beers for the hell of it then make my way to the living room. I sit in a giant bean bag and listen to people chatting back and forth laughing and screaming and squealing as high energy infects all of us. Some random guy plops down next to me, cold bottle in hand, though the small of his breath tells me it's not his first. 'Hey, I'm Adam' introducing himself 'Nora' I answer flashing him a believable smile while lying about my name. 'Where's your boyfriend tonight?" "Oh, it's just me. I don't have a guy" I answered, thinking 'way to not be subtle dude'. "Cool, cool..." he says, taking another swig from his bottle. "Well, if you're single, then nobody will try to knock me out for saying you look really hot tonight then?" I pretend to blush then mutter a thanks. Adam's clearly trying not to stare at my breasts yet it's very obvious he wants me naked, so I figure since this isn't my school I'll have a little fun.
"So, Adam, are you into sports?" my fingers tracing haphazard shapes on his knee. As he goes on about basketball or skateboarding or whatever. I look up into his hazel eyes, more brown than green, and it doesn't take long before we are locked in a heavy make-out situation. I straddle his lap on my knees as we kiss, then he changes to working on my neck. I grab the cold beer from his hand beside us and take in a few sips, then put it back and let him marvel my skin another moment longer. The subtle shift and lump I feel growing in his pants tells me it's time to go and I whisper "Adam you are amazing and hot but I can't right now" his lips pulling away from my neck. "Thank you for everything Adam, truly, but I think I'm needed elsewhere" pressing my knees and standing from where we sat. I grab him a fresh chilled bottle from a nearby bucket, replacing the half empty in his hand and leave him dumbfounded in. my wake as I head to the stairs leading to the basement.
Downstairs is where I realize the real party is happening, the lights glowing way low, save for the neon jewelry and body paint. Speakers placed around the room are pumping brilliant club music so loud you feel every note and beat in your veins! I can't resist the urge to move and was far more than relieved when a tall young African American man, who is clearly in shape, winds his toned arm around my waist, pulling our bodies together. Raising my arms over my head and bending my knees I gave him a good shake of my ass. He planted a leg between us, wordlessly inviting me to ride. Accepting the offer, I ride his thigh with intense sensuality! My dark hair spills from its messy bun to a long ponytail, madly swinging behind me. I don't have any clue how or when it happens but the next thing I know is my torso is pressed against that of a beautiful young woman.
Whomever she is, she appears to be my age, maybe a year older. Her pearl white pixie cut is beautiful contrast to her dark shadowed eye make-up on deep green gaze. Her olive skin is smooth as butter and her spaghetti-strapped black mini body-con dress with the white bust and thick black tuxedo buttons up the middle are stunning! Something instantaneously happens and there is not one ounce of shame or discomfort of our intimate proximity whilst we dance, grinding, gyrating, and shaking our asses together, they party occurring around us. Reaching down, she takes my arm and drapes it over her shoulder, somehow managing to draw me in tighter. She then puts both of her arms around my neck and whispers "You are incredibly hot". Recovering myself I tell her "You're one to talk". She leans back and stares me down with those captivating forest greens.
