Parties at the Watson place had been held for several years. They took place all year long, but the summer parties-around the pool and hot tub-were the best. This summer had been exceptionally hot and so were the parties. The crowd consisted of faculty from a half dozen local two-year and four-year colleges and a handful of students. Although invitations were never sent out, those who were welcome knew whom they were. Unattractive, overweight guests need not attend. If you were under 18, you didn't get past the door.
Traci was an incoming freshman at a nearby community college who had turned 18 in the spring. She was invited to tonight's party by Judy Clark, a 30-year-old professor at the school, and who also acted as Traci's counselor. The two were as similar in personality as they were opposite in appearance. Traci was tall and thin with shoulder length blonde hair. Judy was a short brunette, darker and curvier than Traci. Both women were well tanned from the summer. Judy had smiled at Traci earlier in the week when she said Traci would have ample opportunity at the party to show off her bronze body.
Before the parties were over, the vast majority of guests would be at least partially undressed. No female around the pool or hot tub would have a top on; either by their own choice or at the hands of a male guest. Nudity was not unheard of, but sexual activity was generally confined to the various rooms in the house.
Judy's full breasts had been enjoyed by many men at previous parties and she knew they would appreciate Traci's petite, hour glass figure...especially her small, round ass.
They arrived a little before 11 p.m. John Watson met them at the door and let them in with a welcoming smile. John was a muscular, athletic man in his mid 30s with broad shoulders under his tank top. He quickly eyed Traci's lithe body as Judy introduced her. John explained where drinks and food could be found, then left the women alone.
The house was filled with noise. Music, voices and laughter seemed to come from every corner. Judy and Traci proceeded to the bar. While mixing their favorite drinks, a voice called for Judy. From the door leading to the pool the women saw a couple waving to them.
"Oh, there's Linda and Tom," Judy said. "We'll be right there," she yelled to them over the din.
Linda was a tall woman in her early 30s with long, straight brown hair. The hair hung in front of her, partially covering her otherwise naked breasts. Tom was a slightly older man in a bathing suit, his arm around Linda's waist, a thumb inside her bikini bottoms.
With drinks in hand, Traci and Judy walked over to where Linda and Tom stood. Introductions were made and the four decided to sit outside by the pool and hot tub.
The area was busy with guests mingling, but the foursome was able to find a table and enough chairs for everyone to sit. Traci surveyed the patio and yard surrounding them. Large and small groups of people sat or stood in the dimly lit area. More than one couple could be seen standing with the man behind the woman, hands cupping her naked breasts, his bathing suit covered cock grinding against her ass. Beyond the pool, shadowy forms could be seen on the ground rolling on towels. At the hot tub, rules seemed to prohibit anybody entering with a bathing suit on.
Traci saw Judy eyeing what appeared to be a student in his early 20s entering the tub, his thick cock swaying freely as he stepped in. When the young man sat down, women on both sides kissed him, their hands out of sight.
Traci's and Judy's attention was brought back to their table when Tom said, "I'm glad you could make it Judy. I hope you plan on taking your usual swim before you leave."
"Yes, Tom. I'll take my shirt off for you if you want," Judy said smiling. Tom laughed.
Small talk was exchanged and Tom offered to get new drinks for everyone. Traci and Judy agreed on refills and Tom disappeared into the house. He returned a few minutes later and handed the drinks around. He watched the women and smiled.
About fifteen minutes later, he said, "Let's go inside. I want to show Traci some of the special rooms they have in there. You'll love this." Traci looked at Judy, who smiled and nodded.
They moved toward the house, weaving through the crowd with drinks in hand. Traci immediately felt lightheaded, but passed it off as strong drinks. By the time they got to the door, she had difficulty finding the step up. She bumped into Judy, who said with a slur, "Oops, I lost my balance." They staggered into the house and the noise, both seeing a whirling blur of light.
"This way," they barely heard Tom say. He was walking in front of them, looking back. Linda trailed behind. They entered a hallway and Traci instantly felt claustrophobic. She reached out with her free hand and touched the wall. Judy stumbled over Traci's foot and nearly fell. Their drinks splashed over the edge of the glasses. Neither could focus further than three feet in front of them.
They followed Tom into a large, dimly lit bedroom. Both Traci and Judy grabbed the nearest piece of furniture to hold themselves up.
"Here," Tom said to Traci. "Take a drink." He took the drink from Traci's hand and put it to her mouth. Instinctively, or without the ability to refuse, Traci drank. He did the same with Judy.
Setting the drinks on top of the dresser Traci leaned against, he took her arm and led her to the side of the king size bed in the room. "Sit down," he said.
Traci obeyed. Her body went limp and her eyes began to close. Linda, meanwhile, had walked Judy to the opposite side of the bed and sat her down.
