I drove home after a long week of student teaching. I was in my last semester of school and was looking forward to getting done so I could graduate, get married, and start a new life together with my fiancé Tom. He'd finished school last spring and was in law school at State. It was about 3 hours away, and we didn't get to see each other a great deal right now. We were both pretty busy, me trying to finish school and him trying to start up the next degree.
But tonight was supposed to be special. It was my sororities big spring formal dance and the last before graduation. Tommy had promised to come down for it. I'd bought a new dress and had been to the salon to get my hair done, waxed clean, and ready.
I ran into the apartment to sound of the phone ringing and looking at the number, I knew it was Tom.
"Hey sweetheart," I answered, "when are you going to get here?" I asked. "The party's starting in just a few hours and I'm so excited to see you tonight, it's been too long!"
I was greeted with an uncomfortable pause.
"I'm sorry Katy, I've got some bad news. I'm not going to make it tonight."
I didn't even know how to respond, "but why?" I stuttered for a moment, then followed with "you promised... You promised you'd come back for the dance tonight, I've got a special dress and I'm so lonely. What could be more important than me?"
"I'm sorry Katy, I don't know what to do. The professor's given a huge paper that's due on Monday morning, and I've got to be working all weekend to get it done. I really am sorry, you have to believe me."
"You're working on it now?"
"Yes, there are two others here with me. We've been at it since early this morning, and I was hoping to make better progress, but I'm going to need the rest of the weekend."
I could hear two other voices in the background, female voices, and I had to be careful not to yell at him. "Well, I guess you'd better get back to work then," I told him. "I'll talk to you later."
"Kate... I love you." he said.
I just hung up the phone.
I was so steamed; I'd really gone out of my way tonight for him. I'd gotten an expensive hair cut and a full bikini wax. I kind of needed it for the dress I'd chosen, chosen for him no less.
I get plenty of glances from the boys, and they generally like what they see. I'm not a big girl standing 5'1" and maybe 110 lbs with beautiful green eyes, a firm bum, flat belly, and small b-cup breasts. And while my breasts are smaller, I honestly consider them my best feature as they are perky and slightly upturned. I really wouldn't need a bra most of the time if it weren't for the fact that my boobies are capped off with very large, pink pointy nipples which tend to poke through almost any fabric. Tommy really likes my boobs, and spends lots of time playing with them, which in enjoy too.
I'd chosen a little white dress for the evening to fully accentuate my boobs and to get him all excited. It was tight through the bodice with a neck line dove down low giving me more than just an eyeful of cleavage. It was too small and tight to even wear a bra with and I knew that my nipples would stick right through the thin silky fabric. The skirt was short and loose riding well above my knee, and when I topped it off with a pair of tall, "fuck-me" pumps, I knew it was going to get his attention.
I was so excited about showing off for Tom, that during my salon visit, I was afraid the girl doing my waxing would notice I was a bit wet between my legs. I've honestly always found getting my pubes waxed by a stranger to be a little bit exciting. There's something about lying there while a complete stranger touches your private parts. There's even something I like about the momentary pain of getting the waxing done. This excitement in combination with my fantasizing about my boyfriend all day had gotten me going.
And now he wasn't going to be here and was spending his evening with two other girls.
Doing homework.
Right...
I took a deep breath and finally decided that wasn't going to bother me. I started by doing my makeup and hair, then removed clothes. I put on my little white thong panty, pulled the dress over my head, and stepped into my pumps.
I looked in the mirror and admired myself. I looked good and I knew it. The dress was honestly even smaller and thinner than I realized and my nipples were already poking through provocatively. I knew the hem of the very short skirt was going to be riding up all night and that I was going to have to be pulling it down or else my little panty would be on full display.
God, that was suddenly making me really excited, more than it should have.
I turned around and admired my backside and laughed as I pulled the skirt up marveling at how little fabric I had covering my crotch. I don't know why I did it, but I pulled my panty to the side and took one last second to look at my freshly waxed pussy. I laughed at myself thinking how good I looked with my sex parts being fully exposed like that.
An evil thought ran through my mind, and I quickly took a photo of myself in the mirror with my phone and then texted it to Tom. "Sorry you won't be getting any of this tonight..." then I shut off my phone and headed off to the party determined to have some fun in spite of him.
I poked my head out of my house and was greeted by the cool air of the spring evening. I left the left the porch light on, pulled the door shut, and began my totter down the street to the party, alone.
I'd spent the last two years living at the Delta Pi sorority house, and while it had been a lot of fun, I'd kind of enjoyed the last year living alone in my rental. I knew it was a luxury in college to have my own place, but was glad to have the luxury of escaping the day to day politics of the sorority house.
But it did get kind of lonely sometimes.
This got my anger at him going again. Damn him, I'd really been looking forward to seeing Tommy tonight, and to know he was spending it with two other women instead of with me, even if it was to write some lousy term paper just seemed like too much to bear right now.
Oh I was mad at Tommy for abandoning me tonight, and I was just fuming walking down the street, when I was snapped back to reality when a car honked at me and some boys made crude cat-calls to me.
That kind of put me back in to the moment, forcing me to remember that it was my plan to have fun tonight; I was looking beautiful, and I was going to drink too much, and laugh with my sisters, and maybe even dance with a few boys. That ought to serve Tommy right I mumbled to myself as I walked as quickly as I could in my heels.
The Delta Pi house was honestly quite close to my place and it didn't take even 10 minutes to walk there. I could almost find the place with the eyes closed as I could hear the bass pumping almost as I left my house.
I walked up the front steps and saw my friend Tracy manning the front door. Tracy was honestly my best friend at the house, my little sister during her pledging, and had been my roommate for the last two years. I'd always thought she was beautiful with what weight she carried settling into all the right places like her chest and hips making her extremely curvy. I knew the boys liked it too as she never seemed to shy of company; maybe because she was kind of easy.
"Pi love, Katy! You're looking VERY hot tonight, but you still need to pay the cover!" Tracy said laughing at me. "Where's Tom?"
"He blew me off tonight," I replied.
"No...." Tracy said.
"Yes...."
"The bastard..." she shot back.
"Asshole," I agreed.
And we laughed and gave each other a quick hug as I slid her the cover. "Well, I hope you're planning to have fun tonight anyway," Tracy said to me.
"Did you look at my dress?" I asked her. "Why else would I dress up like this if I wasn't going to have fun?"
"You got it for him, didn't you?" Tracy asked.
"Yes," I responded a little slower this time.
"The Bastard..." Tracy replied again.
We both nodded. "Here, let me get you your first drink of the night," Tracy said. "Watch the door for the next 3 minutes, and I'll set you up."
Well, it took her a little more than 3 minutes, and the door was open almost continuously as people came in. I could feel the chill on my nipples and knew it was causing them to stand up at attention. I helped several guys at the door and felt their eyes all over me; some of their dates were noticeably upset as several of them couldn't even make eye contact with me as they continued to stare at my chest.
I guess I couldn't blame the poor boys with the amount of cleavage I was flashing, not to mention that the top was all but shear. Tommy always said that girls shouldn't dress like this unless they expected guys to look at them, and remembering that, I tried to take it as a compliment. I honestly thought he liked other guys looking at me and sometimes even talked about it during sex: how he knew what the other boys were thinking and if I liked it and if I wanted the boys staring at me like that. I usually ignored him and just passed it off as dirty-talk, but sometimes, I wondered if he wasn't right.
I was glad when Tracy got back with the drinks and we shared the first one and talked for a few more minutes until my glass was empty, and I finally wandered in to the dance floor and to find another drink. There were lots of boys there, some of whom I recognized from various events on campus. It seemed like an awful lot of them were underclassmen pledging their frat.
And all of them seemed to be asking me to dance.
I didn't turn many, if any of them down, and had fun bumping and grinding out on the floor with the poor little freshman, happy in the knowledge that a girl 4 years older than them could get them so worked up. I knew almost every time I twirled that my little skirt would fly up and I was starting to show everyone at the party my ass and my panty covered pussy. The more I did it, the more I enjoyed showing off my body.
And the more I showed my little panties, the more the boys wanted to dance with me.
I almost laughed at them as they started rubbing their hands up and down my body. I mean really, most freshman don't get a lot of action, and in my current mood and in my alcohol shrouded mind, to give these little boys a cheap thrill seemed like a fine idea. Even though, while I let most of them squeeze my ass, look down my top, and stare at my hard nipples poking through my dress, when their hands started wandering to other parts of my anatomy, I stopped them.
I finally excused myself from the dance floor and found Tracy again.
"So," she started, "rumor is that you've been getting plenty of attention tonight from the boys."
"Maybe," I replied. "Is there anything wrong with that?"
"Absolutely not," she replied. "I was just curious how much fun you've been having." And then she whispered in my ear, "have you tried it yet? The boys love it!"
"No!" I shot back quickly, almost in shock. "I mean, I don't think I could," I finally got out.
I knew what she was talking about, a lot of the sorority girls like to pull some of the boys over into the darker corners on slow dances and rub their cocks out on the dance floor, just to give them a thrill.
"Girl, you're all alone tonight, and looking quite fine I might add. You've always talked about it with us and acted like you wanted to." Tracy reminded me.
"But I'm engaged to Tommy," I added.
"That's what you always say..." Tracy pointed out.
"Well, I am..." I replied.
