Lana hustled through the quad, eager to surprise her boyfriend for his birthday. She and Chad had been dating for a little over a year, but lived on opposite sides of the campus. Sadly, this suddenly seemed to be a bigger rift than in the past, with Lana sensing the two drifting apart a bit these past few weeks. Determined to get things back on the right track before going home for semester break, Lana picked up some celebratory snacks and treats for his birthday, eager for some alone time as Chad's roommate Ben was due to move out that morning. Chad had been spending more time with his roommate Ben lately, and Lana had started to grow a bit jealous.
Everything had seemed so perfect when the two first started dating. Lana and Chad had met at the end of the previous summer, a keg party on campus marking the meet cute. Chad was showing his stepsister Chelsea around campus with Ben, and they all found themselves in the same place at the same time. Several rounds of party games later, the four had become quite friendly. Finally, after a day of partying, Ben and Chelsea went one way while Lana took Chad back to her place.
The sex was pretty good, despite Chad not having the largest tool to utilize. Lana always thought something always seemed a little off about him, but she just wrote it off as a lack of confidence. They were hot and heavy for weeks, experimenting with each other while making the most of their time away at college. She always viewed his lack of confidence like it was something that she could fix, becoming a goal to achieve as much as it was a relationship.
Which is why the sudden pivot in their relationship was a bit frustrating. Thinking that everything was normal, she started to worry that maybe she had become a bit overbearing. Unfortunately, Lana's concern turned into a bit of an infatuation, which is how she found herself in her current situation.
She was determined to show that she was an amazing girlfriend, even if she didn't really feel like doing it. So there she was, with a six pack of beer tucked away with snacks in a paper bag, carrying a bouquet of flowers and several balloons as well. All in all, she imagined that she looked quite the spectacle once her outfit was factored in.
Her fire engine red hair was tied back in a pony tail, curly strands escaping and framing her face, accentuating the thick rimmed glasses she had worn the past few weeks after running out of contacts. The glasses continuously slid down her nose as she marched across campus, her tilting her head back repeatedly as her hands were full with the party supplies.
With her hands full, other parts of clothing began to lack adjustment as well. Moving quickly across this part of campus, amongst the families and parents helping people move, she could feel her pants start to slide down in the back. Swinging her hips, an attempt to adjust her pants without her hands, she felt the back shimmy down slightly further, her lack of underwear most likely available to anyone who chose to look at her as she passed.
Stopping at a bench, she placed the bag and bouquet down, attempting to adjust herself but incredibly wary of losing her balloons. Smiling back at some of the fathers as she continued adjusting, she pushed her glasses back up her nose before picking up the bulky bag and flowers again, carrying on her way.
Arriving at Chad's building, she was bummed to find that there was a wait for the elevator. With all of the people coming and going, Lana opted to use the stairs. Still in good shape after years of volleyball, the four flights were physically easy, even after the trek from her car parked in the furthest lot from Chad's building. All for love, she thought to herself.
Climbing the stairs, once again arms full, Lana quickly felt her pants slide down in the back, exposing the top of her ass once again like it was part of the tour. Giving up on adjusting, she dealt with the glances and offers for assistance, picking up the pace as she attempted to climb the stairs quicker. About half way up the third flight, she came to the realization that one of her breasts was popping out. Trying to press the flowers against her chest, she realized the clear plastic of the bag was probably doing little to prevent people from sneaking peeks.
As she finally made it the fourth floor, she heard the first comment escape one of the lusty men that she had passed on the stairs.
"They didn't make them like that when I went here," the voiced stated in a deep tone, eliciting a bit of warmth between Lana's legs. Confident in her appearance, despite her less than stellar fitting outfit, she enjoyed the occasional compliment here or there, as long as it didn't cross any lines.
"Thank you," she responded, pushing her way onto the fourth floor and making her way down the hall towards Chad's room.
Pushing past the groups of people in the hallway, a maze of moving boxes and trash bags, she finally made it down to the corner where Chad and his roommate Ben had been living that semester.
Approaching the door, she tested the handle and found that it was unlocked, pushing it down and using her ass to push the door open.
"Hey hey, happy birthday," she yelled as she turned into the room, excited to surprise Chad but in the end, caught off guard at what awaited her.
Dropping the bag, it was the shattering of one of the bottles of beer that finally alerted the others to her intrusion.
With Chelsea on her hands and knees, Ben was sliding his long, thin cock, in and out of her mouth. At the same time, Chad was pounding his meaty member into her pussy from the other side. The sight was a mixing of emotions for Lana, with a heat flushing through her body and finding a home between her legs.
First to respond, Chelsea turned her head, pivoting like she was on an actual spit roast, she grabbed Ben's cock by the base and pulled him from her mouth, looking over towards Lana and shooting her a devilish smile. Chelsea quickly shifted her focus back to the men without so much as verbally acknowledging Lana's presence.
"What the fuck?" Lana interjected, finally pulling the threesome back down from their blissful ignorance. Chad seemingly hadn't heard the bottle break, but Lana wasn't so sure. Watching Chad free his cock from Chelsea, he climbed off the bed and ran over towards Lana, his cock springing to and from as he scampered across the dorm room, shiny in the light.
"Hey," Chad panted as he finally got to Lana, her putting up her hands to prevent him from hugging her. "What are...what are you doing here? I thought we were doing dinner."
"I thought Ben was leaving this morning?" Lana snapped back, incredulous that his first statement wasn't a straight up apology.
Glancing past Chad, over his shoulder, Lana was surprised to watch as Ben spun Chelsea around, burying himself balls deep inside of her pussy. Slamming into her, the two looked over and watched the argument as they continued the session without Chad.
"Chad. What the fuck?" she responded, giving him another chance to explain himself for some god forsaken reason.
"It's not that big of a deal," he exhaled in a huff, still trying to catch his breath. "We're not really related. And I mean, you like to call me daddy."
"What?" Lana responded, irritated that Chad was being so ignorant. "I don't give a fuck that you're banging your stepsister, I'm just pissed you're cheating on me."
"Oh," Chad responded, seeming almost disappointed that she wasn't going to humiliate him regarding his sexual choices. His mood suddenly pivoting at the realization, turned immature quickly and irritated Lana with its pettiness. "Well, Ben and I have been doing this to girls all semester, frequently Chelsea."
"Ew," Lana stepped back, now pissed that he was trying to embarrass her while admitting to being a piece of shit. "You can be proud of being an asshole, but fuck yourself."
Walking away from Lana without as much as a second thought, Chad walked back towards the couple on the bed, an eager Chelsea welcoming him back with an eager and waiting mouth. Taking him deep, she made eye contact with Lana once again, this time shooting her a wink.
Throwing the flowers to the floor and then attempting to throw the balloons, Lana found herself wrapped in the strings as she pulled the door open, storming out. As the door closed behind her, one of the balloons got caught, causing Lana to twist and flail briefly before freeing herself. Looking down the hall, she noticed a few pairs of eyes staring at her. Suddenly feeling a brief breeze on her nipples, she looked down to see that she had ripped the zipper on her sports bra during the escape.
With her breasts exposed, she attempted to pull the cloth back together in the front, prompting the material to let out a rip in the back. Fuck, she thought to herself as her top began falling apart.
Clutching the material to her chest, she accepted the fact that her back was bare and headed back towards the stairs. Several whistles and cat calls echoed around her as her eyes began to water a bit. Fuck that, she thought to herself. She had nothing to be embarrassed or ashamed about. This was shit luck now, nothing more, nothing less.
Getting to the top of the stairs, she took the first step when the unthinkable occurred. As her heel broke free from her right shoe, she lost her balance, dropping the cloth from her chest as she reached for the railing to regain her balance.
Holding the rail with one hand, she used her other arm to clutch her breasts to her chest.
Finally, back to the ground floor, Lana pushed her way out the front door and back into the sunlight. Looking up, she used her free arm to continue holding her chest, while the other shaded the sun from her eyes briefly.
Quickly getting her whereabouts, she headed traced her way back through the quad, walking with a limp due to the broken heel.
Getting to a crosswalk, she had to wait to cross, finally deciding to ditch her shoes. Kicking them off to the side, she became very self-conscious as a group started gathering around her, also awaiting the light.
Standing awkwardly amongst the crowd of students and parents, she grew impatient and decided to run across the street.
The first step into the road was uneventful, the second however seemed to bring the world to a halt. Accidentally stepping in front of a car, it screeched to a halt, drawing the crowd's attention to the source.
Putting up both of her arms, in an attempt to help stop the car, she finally slipped and let her guard down, exposing her breasts completely before falling down on her ass.
Sitting in the middle of a busy street, barefoot and topless, Lana began to hang her head before a familiar voice called out.
"Oh, my goodness Lana! Are you ok?!? Oh my," the masculine voice enveloped her, a sudden warmth overtaking her body both mentally and physically; a hooded sweatshirt immediately thrown over her shoulders.
