Thanks for reading! This is my first story so please leave feedback and be kind. This story has elements of misogyny, non con, degradation etc. If that's not your thing please don't read it. All characters are over 18.
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I stand in front of the mirror, examining the girl staring back at me. She's skinny and shapeless in a white summer dress with yellow flowers. No real breasts to speak of and just the beginning of an ass pushing the dress out. My low heels help shape athletic legs, but the rest of my body leaves me wishing for more. And although I'd turned 18 at the beginning of July my face looks too young to be going to a college party. I sigh deeply as I hold up my 28a breasts, pressing them together to see if a push up bra might help. I know the straps are too big for this dress but maybe if I change a fourth time I could make it work.
Before I can turn back to my closet my roommate pushes into the room. She laughs at the pile of discarded clothes and comes up behind me to help appraise the girl in the mirror.
"You're cute" she grins, pulling one of the dress straps down so it hangs around my shoulder. "Guys are going to want you, trust me."
She walks to my desk and rummages through the make up bag I had left out. Even though her own dresser is covered in lipstick and eye shadow, she pulls my dark red lip liner out and expertly applies it.
"You need to relax Susie, really." I notice my shoulders are tense and try to drop them. Megan walks in front of me with her own lipstick and before I can dodge she's putting it on me and having me blot on a tissue. Before we leave she will have added eyeshadow and mascara to my mini makeover.
It's because of Megan that I'm going to this party. She has tons of friends, all of whom are meeting us outside our dorm as we walk over. The few friends I've made in classes aren't interested in frat parties at all, but I came to college determined to try new things. In high school I got more A's in school than dates with boys, and never did anything that could be considered risque or really even fun. I didn't hate it, but I knew that if I didn't at least try to explore new things I would graduate college the same naive little girl I was when I arrived.
That's why I opted for a random roommate rather than living with my high school friend Jess, who, to be completely honest, is probably a lesbian but wouldn't ever admit it because her parents are uber-Christians and she couldn't handle disappointing "daddy". I roll my eyes remembering how Jess reacted when I texted her to tell her about the party. She literally called me a whore because I was going. That was 2 days ago and I haven't texted since.
As if reading my mind Megan asks, "Where's Jess, she didn't want to join us?" I hear another girl snigger behind me and I almost catch the word "bitch" as she whispers something to her friend. I try to ignore it. Jess is kind of a bitch I tell myself.
"She doesn't like fun." I roll my eyes again. "Honestly, I need a break from her."
"Good for you!" The girl who sniggered responds. Her name is Lucy and about all I know about her is that she has a boyfriend who is a junior. He's an RA on the floor above us and Megan and I catch him coming out of Lucy's room every morning. Megan looks at her as if to shut it down, but I cut in.
"Thanks. I really need this party." At that Lucy smiles and pulls a gatorade bottle out of her purse.
"Then drink this, so we can start." She smiles and shoves the bottle in my hands. Don't worry we all pregamed before you were ready. You're just catching up."
I take a swig from the bottle which turns out to be about 99% vodka and 1% red food dye. My throat burns but I hold back a cough before taking another, smaller sip in appreciation. I'd had alcohol before and I wasn't a fan. Still, you can't go to a party and not drink.
The rest of the walk to the frat house is mostly listening to girls talk about the boys they're dating, or trying to date, or just stopped dating, or are dating but want to stop dating. I try to keep track but lose focus after hearing that Nicole's ex-boyfriend used to date Megan, then hooked up with Lucy, and is now back to Nicole.
"We've only been in school for a month." I comment and the girls laugh.
"He works fast." Lucy says.
"In more ways than one" adds Megan, and we're all laughing while Nicole politely tells Megan to fuck off.
It's when we're about to walk through the door that my phone vibrates and I look down to see a message from Jess. "Don't go to that party Susie. Seriously. Just come over." I'm so pissed off at her, and a little pissed in general. I write back "Don't message me again" and block her before throwing my phone back in my clutch. That was probably a mistake.
The second we walk through the door, the five girls I arrived with split off to find their boyfriends or whatever guy they want to be their boyfriend. This catches me off guard. I hadn't expected to be alone so quickly. I look around to catch my bearings. There's a kitchen to the right, a big room with guys shouting and playing something like beer pong to the left, and down a narrow hallway in front of me I can see stairs that probably lead to a finished basement. People coming from there smell like weed.
I take a deep breath and move into the beer pong room. There's a lot more people packed into a makeshift dance floor. Couples are holding each other, the girls' heads on their boyfriends chests as they move to the music. Single girls are grinding against each other as guys try to join. A few guys are dancing alone, and every now and then someone cheers a move. Other people are talking to their friends and watching from the side lines. It's dark in this room but through the patio doors I see a smaller group outside. It seems a lot more relaxed than the dance floor atmosphere I'm currently in. I realize I have to move across the dance floor to get there, so I start dancing through couples. A few times a guy starts dancing against me, rubbing himself on me and making me dance with him. At one point Nicole, who has been glued to her boyfriend, notices me and pulls me in to meet him. I can't hear her yell over the music but he nods hello as she puts her arms around me, and we gyrate to the music. She yells in my ear "I'm totally drunk!" and I yell back "Me too!" as her boyfriend pulls her back to him.
Just then another guy I've never met slides behind me. "Hey sexy. " he whispers loudly, his deep voice clear through the dubstep playing. He's grinding against me, and I feel his hands sliding up to my hips. One hand keeps going, sliding up to the bottom of my bra. I feel my brain freeze in place. My body is still moving to the music, but all decision making is stuck in place as his hand grabs my left breast. "Mmm, tiny tits, aren't these?" He growls in my ear. I feel helpless as he pulls my dress and bra down so that my breast pops out. My nipple would be exposed to the dance floor if his hand wasn't mauling it. "I love tiny tits." He's holding me against him and I can't feel his dick pressing against my ass. "You're a submissive little slut aren't you?" He bites on my neck, sucking hard. Right as I gasp in response, another guy stumbles into us and falls to the ground, clearly drunk. As everyone around us is shoving the guy or trying to pull him off the dance floor. I quickly lift my bra and the top of my dress and escape out to the backyard.
I'm shaking as I get outside, trying to put as much distance between the dance floor and myself. The cold air feels sobering compared to the hot sticky room. The frat house backs onto a large woods, and I can see a bonfire someone started a ways away. I love fires, the sounds and smells remind me of home. There's a smaller group of people hanging out here, and I feel safer among the mix of guys and girls. I take a seat on the ground, my legs tucked under me, and I close my eyes listening to the crackle of the flames.
