Girl is Exposed and Horny at Party

Introduction

Anna was a first-year student at her state university. She was petite at 5 feet tall and 120 pounds, with green eyes, fair skin with freckles, and medium to large breasts that stood proud. She was smart and quiet and had had absolutely no luck in the men she'd chosen to date so far.

Anna grew up in a small town 20 minutes away. Most of her classmates (those who had graduated and gone to college) were at the same school, but the university was so large that she didn't bump into any of them very frequently. That was fine with Anna, as she was anxious to reinvent herself and break free of the narrative that the people in her tiny, dead-end hometown had for her.

She had always done well in school, played in the band and was always first chair, and edged out her one competitor for the valedictorian spot her senior year. Anna took all the advanced classes her tiny school offered (which wasn't many). She went to the games and the dances, appeared in all the plays, and was on student council, but still felt like something of an outsider. By the time high school was over, she'd dated most of the boys in her class, and a few in the grades above and below her. She wasn't unique in that -- it was a small school, and nearly every combination of boy and girl in her class had been a couple at one point or another. There were, in fact, several students who weren't straight, but to admit as much in that conservative atmosphere would have meant social suicide and possibly disownment from family.

Despite working with the same dating pool as the rest of the girls in her class, Anna seemed to stumble into humiliating dating scenarios left and right. She got used to make another girl jealous. She got dumped the afternoon before prom. She fell hard for guys who just weren't that interested. She went out with guys and thought that if she let them have a little fun, they'd like her and stick with her, only to have them share the intimate details of their encounters and make her the butt of so many jokes

Her longest-lasting boyfriend was cruel to her at every turn, but she took everything he dished out while her classmates whispered about it. The thought of being single again, of having to try dating someone else was, somehow, even worse than the emotional abuse her boyfriend inflicted. If she was honest (and introspective enough to realize it) she'd have to admit that some part of her felt she deserved to be treated badly.

Through all of this, one thought pervaded her mind each day: Graduation couldn't come soon enough.

And now here she was attending college, living in the dorms, meeting new people and happy for the first time in years. Anna was determined to break out of her shell and meet fun people who would treat her better, and she was especially motivated to find a boyfriend who would treat her right and hold onto him.

Her hall in the dorms was the honor program house. Every door in that hallway belonged to one of the awesome people she'd met through her honors seminars and orientations and social mixers. The group became very tight very quickly, and Anna began to make friends she trusted and wanted to spend her time with. She even found a new guy she liked and began trying to get his attention.

His name was Josh. Josh, like the rest of the honors crowd, was a bit of a nerd but in all the best ways. He had a great sense of humor, he told interesting stories about travelling with his family, he asked thoughtful questions and was genuinely interested to hear your answers, and he had a smile that gave her butterflies. Anna was, by no means, the only girl on the floor to have noticed his charm and good looks, and she began to despair that she didn't have a chance. For all of her maneuvering to be near him and hinting that she'd like to spend more time together, Josh either didn't notice or wasn't interested.

Six weeks into the first semester, word got around that Josh's brother was in a fraternity, and that Josh was gathering a group to go to a party there the following Friday. Anna, not wanting to miss out on the general fun of a party with her friends, and also sensing a potential opportunity for alcohol to provide some social lubrication in her attempts to interest Josh, made sure to "accidentally" bump into him in the common spaces a bit more than usual. When the following Thursday rolled around and she still hadn't officially been invited to the party, Anna took a final shot and casually brought up her siblings in conversation and asked if Josh had any brothers or sisters. He told her about his brother, who was in a frat here at the university, and Anna mentioned that it must be nice to get to see his brother so often, as she had only gone home once since school started and was missing her sisters, and asked if he actually did see his brother very often.

After what felt like a lot of conversation-steering, Anna finally navigated to the point where Josh mentioned the upcoming party and suggested that she should come with the group. Anna, giving no hint she'd been fishing for an invitation all along, acted suitably surprised and pleased, and agreed to meet the group the following evening at 8 to walk over to the frat house.

One

"Georgia, which one do you think for tonight?" Anna asked her roommate, holding up two different tops she was debating between.

"Tough call," Georgia answered. "The green matches your eyes, but I think your boobs will look better in the red one."

"Red one it is!" Anna answered, at once. "I think my boobs have a better shot than my eyes at getting Josh to pay attention to me!"

The roommates laughed, knowing it was true. The boys in their house were some of the smartest, most sophisticated boys on campus, but they were still teenage boys.

Georgia and Anna had been randomly assigned as roommates. Georgia was a bit looser in her style of dress than Anna was and had encouraged her to have a little more fun and show off her impressive assets. Anna wasn't a prude, but her fashion sense had evolved in a town where revealing styles of dress would have been a minor scandal at best. Georgia had already influenced her way of thinking about how she dressed, and the fact that the two were nearly the same size and that Georgia was generous about loaning her clothes out made it easy for Anna to embrace her newfound sensibilities.

Anna took off her T-shirt and put the red shirt on, then twisted and turned in front of the mirror, scrutinizing the look. In her assessment, it was good, but not great. She looked nice, but she really wanted to look hot. Georgia seemed to feel the same way.

"You know," Georgia began, "If you're looking to turn heads, you should wear my green tube top. Green for your eyes AND your boobs will look great!"

"You think so?" Anna asked. "I'm not so sure -- aren't my boobs a little big for a tube top? I've tried on a few, but it always felt like I was going to fall out."

"Try it on and we'll see," Georgia answered. "If it doesn't work, you can come back to the red one you've got on."

Anna agreed and shed her red shirt, then took the green top Georgia had retrieved from her wardrobe and put it on.

"Well, that won't work," Anna laughed, looking in the mirror. "My whole bra is showing!"

Georgia laughed along and said, "You can't wear a full bra with a tube top! You can wear a strapless bra, and it won't show -- or at least not much. If you really want to get Josh's attention, though, just go without! Free the beasts! You'll look super-hot!"

Anna was unsure whether that was a good idea but eventually caved and tried it without her bra. Georgia cheered and whistled at her, and Anna had to admit it looked really good. The top fit her like a second skin, emphasizing her best features. It was also short enough that her tight tummy and pierced belly button (her secret since she turned 18 during senior year - Mom and Dad would never have approved!) showed below. The fabric clung attractively to her shapely breasts, and the lack of strap lines added to the appeal immensely. Unfortunately, as soon as she turned to investigate another angle, she felt the top shifting in a way that made her worry that she would fall out entirely.

"I can't wear this," she said, disappointed. "I'm gonna fall right out!"

"No, you won't!" Georgia assured her. "I never wear a bra with that and it's fine."

The girls were about the same height and weight, but Georgia's breasts were at least a cup size smaller than Anna's. Without calling too much attention to that fact (Anna felt she should be modest about her impressive boobs, and didn't want to hurt her friend's feelings) she declined the shirt, saying it just wasn't going to work for her. She put on her bra and the ok (but not great) red shirt.

Anna completed the look with a skirt she had worn many times -- a knee-length, loose, blue skirt that moved satisfyingly well when she danced (though she didn't know if people typically danced at frat parties). Together, the girls moved on to their hair and makeup.

Two

An hour later, after finishing their looks and sharing a pre-game shot, Georgia and Anna joined a group of about 12 of their dorm mates in the entryway, waiting to walk to the party. Anna spotted Josh among them as she approached. Much to her chagrin, Josh was talking to Kristina.

Kristina was, in Anna's eyes, her primary rival for Josh's attention. She was taller and thinner than Anna, had a beautiful face and supernaturally perfect long blonde hair. Kristina wore a little black dress that fit her perfectly and showed a lot of lean, tanned flesh. Kristina had slightly smaller breasts than Anna, but the cut of the dress was perfect for them.

From a distance, Anna watched as Kristina giggled at something Josh had said, then leaned forward and touched his arm while giving him a perfect angle to admire her cleavage. Anna knew she was in trouble if she had to compete with Kristina tonight.

"Change of plans," she whispered to Georgia. "I'm gonna need to borrow that tube top after all."

Georgia agreed, and the two hurried back to their room for a wardrobe change. Not wanting to be left behind, Anna shed her top and bra as soon as they walked in and waited by the mirror for her roommate to get the tube top. She glanced down at her bare chest in the mirror, appraisingly. Kristina was definitely prettier, but Anna felt like she and Josh had a real connection -- if she had to accentuate the best parts of her body to try to cement that connection, then so be it!

Georgia brought the green tube top and Anna put it on and turned to her friend.

"How do I look?" she asked.

Her friend looked her over.

"The top is super sexy, but I think you need a different skirt. The colors don't work together, and having such a sexy top with a skirt that's kinda plain and modest feels a little off. I'll find you something better."

Without waiting for a reply, Georgia was back to her dresser, digging through a drawer. She stopped digging suddenly.

"Oh, this could work," she exclaimed, turning back toward Anna. "Give this a try"

Georgia held out a white skirt and Anna took it from her. Georgia's phone beeped and she checked then said, "hurry up, they're about to leave without us!"

Anna quickly pulled down her skirt she was wearing and pulled on the white one. Rather than billowing out like her blue one did, this one was skin tight. It was also much shorter, not even reaching mid-thigh. She looked back at herself in the mirror and her breath caught. This was a really short skirt, and the material was so thin that she could see her black panties through it.

Georgia was the first to break the silence. "Damn, that is hot! You can't wear those panties with that skirt, though. Put on a thong and let's go!"

Anna tried to object, but Georgia pushed her toward her own wardrobe.

"Are you sure it doesn't show too much?" Anna asked her friend. "It's really tight and short!"

"No, it's perfect!" Georgia answered. "Now hurry up! They're going to leave without us! Take off those panties and I'll find your thong."

"Ok ..." Anna answered, uncertainly. She lifted her tiny skirt and grabbed her panties, pulling them down to her ankles and stepping out of them as Georgia dug through her drawers.

Georgia got another text and her eyes went wide.

"Shit! They're walking out right now. Let's go!"

"But I don't have any panties!" Anna again tried to object, but Georgia was already pulling her out the door.

"It's fine!" Georgia assured her, dragging her down the hall. "It looks better that way -- no panty lines at all. Just be careful how you sit and it's fine."

Three

Anna and Georgia caught up with the group a block down the street from the dorm. The rushed pace gave Anna a hint of how much danger she was in while wearing this outfit. She found that she had to continuously adjust her top to keep it from sliding down. Meanwhile, the skirt seemed determined to work its way up her hips with each step. Unless she alternated tugging the tube top up and skirt down, she'd be giving quite a show.

It got easier once they caught up and slowed their pace, but the outfit was far from maintenance-free. Anna didn't quite know how she'd ended up in this situation -- dressed in a skimpy tube top and skirt with nothing on underneath. She replayed the scene in her head, and each step seemed totally reasonable, but the end-result was still baffling.

Still, as she caught her reflection in a store window, she had to admit that she did look sexy. If Josh wasn't interested when she looked like this, then he'd never be.

Panting and trying to regain their composure, Anna and Georgia walked the rest of the way to the party at the back of the group. Up ahead, Anna could see Kristina had taken Josh's arm and had him escorting her like he was a prince taking her to the ball. At this point, it seemed hopeless that she'd ever wrest his attention from his little princess.

After several minutes walking in the cool night air, Anna looked down as she adjusted her top for the 20th time and noticed something that hadn't been obvious in the warm dorm room -- when her braless nipples got hard, there was simply no hiding them in this top. The thin fabric did nothing to hide the growing protrusions. She hoped silently that the party would be too dark for anyone to notice, at least until she warmed up.

They could hear the party before they saw it -- loud music and voices, already slurring noticeably, drifted to them as they crested a hill that brought the frat house into view. There were about 20 people milling around the outside of the house (mostly guys), each armed with a red solo cup and talking even louder than the loud music called for. Through the open door, they could see flashes from some party lights and heard the distinctive sound of a ping pong ball bouncing. The party was in full swing!

One of the frat brothers was on door-duty and stopped them as they approached. He handed each of the girls a red cup and told them to have fun. The guys, on the other hand, were made to cough up 20 bucks for their cups and to be let in.

After everyone in front of them had made their way inside, Georgia and Anna were handed their cups and eyed up and down by the party bouncer. Anna noticed his gaze linger distinctly on her breasts, no doubt appreciating the effects of the cold air and thin material.

"My god you ladies are looking fine tonight!" He said, adding a little wolf-whistle. "Have you been to one of our parties before?"

The girls said they hadn't.

"I figured not -- no way I'd forget girls as hot as you! Listen, my name's Aaron and I'm the president of this fraternity. I usually like to watch the door at the beginning of a party to keep out the riffraff, but I'd never forgive myself if I didn't personally escort you around our humble abode and make sure your every need is met."

Georgia glanced at Anna and flashed her a smile, clearly enjoying the attention.

Aaron looked around at the guys hanging around outside and called out to one of them.

"John -- watch the door for me! I'm gonna show these girls around!"

Aaron extended his arms for Anna and Georgia to take, which they did, giggling, as he led them into the party.

Four

Aaron showed them around the house, already mostly full of students drinking and laughing and playing beer pong and shouting over the music. The living room and dining room had been converted, respectively, into a beer pong room and a bar. As was common at these things, there were kegs of whatever beer came cheapest and a giant bowl of red punch. Anna suspected this was likely to be about half liquor, with enough Kool Aid to hide the taste of alcohol. That had been the standard trick at high school parties, anyway. A red solo cup full of that stuff would have her completely out of it.

"What'll it be, Ladies?" Aaron asked, already reaching for the ladle in the punch.

"Beer, please," Anna answered.

"I'll have the punch," Georgia said.

"Half full for the punch," Anna added, as Aaron went to fill Georgia's cup. To her friend, she added quietly, "trust me -- fill it up the rest of the way with water."

Aaron handed off the drinks, and Georgia stopped by the kitchen sink to fill up with water before they continued the tour. Aaron pointed out the stairs to the second floor.

"There's a bathroom by the living room, and another one up there -- second door on the right," Aaron explained. "One of the perks of being president is that I get the master bedroom to myself, including the master bath. I keep it locked during parties but definitely come find me if you need to pee and I'll let you in, so you don't have to wait. Two girls this gorgeous should be having fun at a party, not standing in line for the bathroom. Hey, do you like to dance?"

Both girls said they did, and Aaron told them to come with him. He led them to the stairs to the basement, from which they could hear different music and more slurred voices and laughter. They walked down the steps and saw that the basement was set up for dancing. There were some couches along the walls, as well as a few restaurant-style high top tables. Against another wall was a folding table with bowl of the red punch and another keg in a kiddie pool full of ice on the floor. The room was nearly full of people dancing and drinking. A couple was making out on a couch in the corner.

"I should get back to the door in a few minutes," Aaron said. "But could I get a dance before I do?"

Georgia agreed at once, but Anna said she was going to go find their group. If she was going to get Josh's attention away from Kristina, she needed to act fast. Anna checked with Georgia that this was OK, and Georgia nodded emphatically in a "get out of here" way, so Anna turned and walked away.

She made a quick pass around the basement, scanning the poorly lit faces for anyone from her floor. Not seeing anyone she recognized, she decided to head back upstairs. Looking back before she did, she spotted Georgia and Aaron on the dance floor, his hand already cupping her butt as they swayed together.

Five

Anna walked upstairs to the main floor and circulated through the crowd. With all the people and activity, it took a surprisingly long time to find the rest of the group. Most of the group was still together, having occupied a couch and high table. Anna scanned for Josh and Kristina, but they were nowhere to be found. A girl from their floor, Lana, waved Anna over and motioned for her to sit at the table in the chair next to hers. Anna walked over and took a seat in the chair, facing the couch where their friend sat.

She made small talk with Lana for a minute, unable to hear anyone else in the group thanks to the loud music. Trying not to sound TOO interested, she asked Lana if she'd seen where Josh and Kristina went. Lana said they'd gone down to the basement to dance as soon as they got here. Anna thought that was odd, given that she had just searched the basement and hadn't seen them. Frustrated, she let out a long sigh and slouched in her seat. Immediately afterward, she noticed one of the boys on the couch in front of her go wide-eyed. He nudged his friend next to him and said something in his ear, causing him to look over toward Anna, too. Or rather, causing him to look under the table in Anna's direction. What were they looking at?

"Oh fuck!" Anna shouted, realizing her mistake in sitting at the high-top in front of them. She remembered now that she wasn't wearing panties under her skirt and hadn't been careful about how she sat. As she slouched, her knees had spread apart. They were definitely looking up her skirt and getting an eyeful. Anna didn't know how much they could see, given the general low lighting in the place, but they sure seemed excited about it, so she feared the worst.

"What's wrong?" Lana asked, concerned.

Anna sat back up and closed her legs as she answered, "Nothing. Just ... um ... realized I forgot some homework."

As soon as she closed her legs, the guys who had been enjoying the show looked disappointed, then glanced up at her and switched to guilty. Yep, it seemed like they had seen plenty. Anna flushed deeply, imagining the view she'd just treated them to. She had to see these boys every day, and every time she did, she'd remember that they had looked up her skirt and seen her with no panties. Oh God! This was so embarrassing!

But alongside that humiliation was something else -- something that made her blush even more deeply. Her exposure was also deeply arousing. The knowledge that these boys had seen her, and had clearly liked what they saw, that they had yearned for more ... it gave her butterflies. Anna squeezed her legs together much harder than was necessary to avoid further exposure and stifled a satisfied groan.

Anna was shaken from her reverie when she realized that Lana was looking at her, expecting an answer.

"What?" Anna called over the music. "I couldn't hear you!"

"I said I'm bored up here," Lana repeated. "Do you want to go downstairs and dance?"

Remembering Josh and her mission tonight, Anna agreed. When Anna looked back in front of her, she saw that each of the guys across from her were talking into someone else's ear. Now all four guys from her dorm were shooting curious looks under the table.

Anna and Lana stood up, and Ben, the first to notice her exposure, asked where they were going.

"Dancing, baby! Woo!" Lana shouted, laughing. "Too bad you guys don't like dancing -- we'll just go have fun all by ourselves!"

"I'll go!" Ben interjected quickly. The other three all agreed. They'd apparently all developed a fondness for dancing since Lana had last discussed it with them.

"Well, where was that attitude when I asked you to go down 20 minutes ago?" Lana laughed.

Jason, Ben's friend and the other guy who had likely seen up her skirt, made the excuse that they just hadn't had enough to drink then, but now they were up for it.

"Well let's go then!" Lana shouted, rising from the table.

The six of them grabbed their cups and headed downstairs.

Six

The party downstairs was getting more crowded. The seating around the edges was still sparsely populated, but the dance area must have added at least another 20 people, to the point that it had become difficult to make their way through. Anna scanned the crowd again and spotted Georgia, still dancing with Aaron. Actually, on closer inspection, it looked to be more of a semi-rhythmic make out session on the dance floor. Aaron was kissing Georgia's neck while she tilted her head back and smiled. Aaron had also detached at least one hand from her ass, as Anna could see he was actively groping her through her top as Georgia grinded on him.

Anna felt a mixture of concern (had the drink still been too strong? Should she intervene?) and jealousy. Georgia seemed to have no fear about just going for whatever she wanted. Anna had been pining after Josh for weeks now without making a serious move, and Georgia was dry-humping a guy she just met tonight.

Anna's little group found an open spot on the makeshift dance floor and began to dance. Anna and Lana faced each other while their four escorts surrounded them, trying their best to dance but mostly just shuffling awkwardly.

Anna decided to do her best to forget about Josh for now -- she really did love to dance, and Lana was such a good dancer and so fun to be with! Anna began to lose herself in the music, lifting her hands in the air and letting go. She was starting to really get into the groove when she felt a hand on her chest.

Anna looked down and realized Lana had reached out to her top. She froze and stared at her friend, unsure of what was happening. Lana began tugging upward on Anna's tube top.

"Better be careful!" Lana shouted into her ear, trying to be heard over the music. "You were about to fall out of your top! Don't want to give these guys a heart attack!".

Anna thanked her, then looked around at the guys. The two on her front side seemed disappointed -- Lana had stopped a show they were hoping to see.

As she looked around at them, she caught sight of the couple she'd seen before, making out on the couch. She squinted through the darkness, then felt her stomach drop as she realized who it was -- Josh and Kristina were making out on the couch and apparently had been since they all first arrived.

The music went quiet, and the room got even darker as Anna reeled. Shit! She had missed her chance. By the time she had finished with Aaron's tour, they were already locking lips. They probably hadn't even waited long enough to get a drink -- just slipped off to the first dark corner they could find. Josh was with Kristina, and Anna was sure she no longer had a chance. She felt completely hollow.

"You're empty!"

Startled, Anna refocused her eyes on the face in front of her: Bens. Confused, she squinted at him. He pointed at her empty Solo cup.

"Let me get you another one!" He said, leaning close enough to her ear so she could both hear him over the music and feel his breath tickle her slightly.

Anna, still stunned, nodded her head slightly and said, "Thanks."

Ben returned moments later and handed her the cup. She took several gulps before realizing he'd brought back punch instead of beer. She was about to go swap it out, but thought, "What the hell -- might as well get wasted tonight!"

She took another sip, then set the cup on a nearby table and went back to dancing with Lana, throwing herself into it with renewed vigor, determined to forget her troubles.

Seven

Anna danced and drank, trying hard not to look over at the couch where Josh and Kristina were carrying on, and wishing to forget about the whole thing. When her eyes betrayed her and flicked over in that direction, she saw that the neighboring couch was now occupied, too. Georgia and Aaron had moved their groping to a more comfortable spot. They made out as Aaron continued to paw at her, now reaching under her shirt. By comparison, Josh and Kristina looked pretty chaste.

Anna's attention was drawn back to her immediate surroundings when she felt Ben move in behind her and put his hands on her hips. Preferring this over glaring at either pairs of tongue duelers, she put her hands on top of his and redirected her focus on dancing. After another couple of songs and the rest of her drink, Anna was feeling good and wanted nothing more than to dance the night away. She put her hands up and leaned back into Ben, enjoying the warmth of his body against hers. With her hands in the air, her top seemed to be constantly slipping downward, so she adjusted it often. As she did, she noticed that her nipples had hardened again, but this time not from the cold -- the movement and contact and alcohol all contributed to her growing arousal. Fortunately, she thought it was probably too dark in here for anyone else to notice that her nipples were poking out prominently again.

After several more songs, Josh's hands hadn't left her hips, but she became vaguely aware that something about their position, or maybe their pressure on her had changed. She glanced down, but didn't see anything amiss. When she looked in front of her, she saw that Jason had lost focus on dancing and was now swaying without rhythm, staring down at her waist. Actually, as she looked to her sides, she saw the other two guys from her floor were doing the same thing (Lana was lost in her own world, getting a bit sloppier in her dancing).

Anna looked down again, and this time understood what felt different. Ben had placed his hands on Anna's thighs, then gradually slid them up. Her skirt, already prone to riding up, had slid up her legs under his hands and was now just an inch or two below her crotch. These three guys were staring intently, waiting for the moment they would be able to see her naked pussy peak out from the bottom- they all knew she wasn't wearing underwear thanks to her earlier carelessness (and the later gossiping).

Anna put her hands over Ben's again, stopping their movement upward. She intended to push them down further to return the skirt to its original position but instead left it as it was. Once again, she felt that mixture of embarrassment and excitement. After losing out to her rival, knowing that these four boys were all lusting after her was a powerful feeling. Instead, she left her skirt hiked up, dangerously positioned so that the fabric seemed poised to expose her at any moment.

They continued dancing like that through another song, the guys doing a poor job hiding their stares (and growing tents in their pants) as they shuffled. Anna felt increasingly turned on and suspected that the moisture between her legs was no longer just sweat from active dancing. She could feel Ben's hands trying to slide upward even more, but she held them fast, sure that if she let go for even a second, he was likely to lift the skirt to her waist, and she'd be completely exposed.

Focused entirely on keeping her skirt in place, Anna forgot about her top. Having been ignored for so long, the tube top finally worked its way down until one of her nipples was peeking out. Anna noticed immediately, but didn't react. She hoped that nobody else would notice if she didn't make a big deal over it, and that it would slide back up on its own. She also feared what would happen if she let go of Ben's hands to fix it.

It didn't take long, now that the top was falling off one breast, for it to slip off the other. It creeped lower and lower with each movement. Then, in one quick motion, the whole thing slid down past the tipping point and the fabric rolled, letting her ample breasts spring out. Her dorm mates all cheered, which caused more people to look over and enjoy the half-naked girl next to them.

Ben, seeing an opportunity he couldn't miss, released her skirt and reached up with both hands to squeeze her breasts. As he brushed her nipples with his rough hands, electricity shot straight to her groin. Looking around at the growing crowd of onlookers, though, Anna came to her senses and tugged her skirt back into position, then reached up and extracted her breasts from Ben's grasp and started fixing the top. Lighthearted booing and groaning emanated from the people surrounding her, and Anna felt her face flush. The top had rolled in on itself once it had cleared her breasts, so getting it repositioned wasn't easy. The alcohol dulled her coordination and made it even more difficult. The guys watching didn't mind, and certainly nobody offered to help, so Anna was left to battle the top on her own, growing more and more embarrassed over the 30 seconds it took to cover up.

"I need another drink," she announced when she had finally finished, then walked over to the punch bowl.

Seven

Anna downed another half a cup of punch before the others had finished filling their drinks. She hoped the extra alcohol would diminish her embarrassment before long. Once everyone had their drinks, Lana suggested they go sit for a bit so they could catch their breath. The only remaining seats were on the couch Georgia and Aaron had been on a minute ago -- where had they gone, Anna wondered.

Lana and Anna sat down at the two ends of the couch and Jason squeezed in between them. The other three were left without a seat and eventually settled on the floor. They seemed to have finally noticed the identity of the nearby couple and made a few light hearted jokes at their expense. Anna let her head fall onto the back of the couch, looking up at the ceiling. The room was spinning slightly from the combination of her adrenaline crash and the alcohol. She could hear the others talking but had trouble following the conversation -- the music was a little too loud and she'd had a little too much booze. Instead, she enjoyed the chance to rest.

She was so relaxed, in fact, that she nearly dozed off and was startled awake when she felt a hand on her bare thigh -- Jason's. It was down by her knee, squeezing gently, and it felt nice, so she didn't say anything. It felt nice when he stopped squeezing and gently brushed her inner thigh, near her knee, with his fingertips. It felt nice as he repeated the movement, again and again, inching upward each time, so she continued to let him touch her.

Anna was fully alert again, but unable to focus on anything but the sensation of the hand on her thigh and the growing arousal it caused. When the hand reached mid-thigh, Jason took that arm and put it behind Anna, around her shoulders, then moved his other hand to her thigh to keep going where he'd left off. Anna, still loving the sensation, snuggled into him and let him continue. Glancing down, she saw the other guys from her group watching intently.

The fingers danced along the soft, white flesh of her thigh, continuing to move higher. It reached the line of the skirt, and Anna became aware of a quiet that confused her -- the music was still quite loud, so why did it also seem suddenly quiet to her?

The hand continued its gentle stroking, now under the fabric of the skirt. It stopped its progress when Jason could no longer fit his hand between her closed legs. She felt him give each leg a little push apart, and gladly relented, shifting her legs. The other guys scrambled to get a view up her skirt, but Anna didn't mind. In that moment, all she knew was that she wanted that delightful sensation to continue.

The hand moved up, up, up, delicately tracing over her skin while progressing further between her legs at a snail's pace. The unnamable quiet with the noisy part continued.

Three things happened all at once, then. The lovely feeling leapt from her leg to her vulva, the fabric of her skirt slid upward, and a roar of cheers erupted, dispelling the sensation of quiet in the room.

Her eyes flew open to find another small crowd gathered around, all looking at her. Some stood, gathered in front of the couch, and others were sitting on the floor with her friends for a better angle. She followed their gaze down to her lap to discover that her skirt had been pulled up, revealing her shaved pussy, and that Jason was still working his magic fingers, but now directly on her exposed sex. She understood then that the strange quiet must have been the hush that fell over this crowd as they watched and waited, trying not to break the spell.

Anna froze, paralyzed by the sudden rush of realization. She knew she needed to stop this, and to cover up, but her body didn't move. Meanwhile, Jason stopped the feather light dinner movements and pressed directly on her clitoris, running in tiny circles. Unable to deny the feeling, Anna let out a sensual groan of pleasure which, somehow, everyone seemed to hear over the din, causing an even greater frenzy to erupt among the party goers.

That finally broke her from her trance, and she grabbed Jason by the wrist and removed his hand, then pulled her skirt back into place. Now suddenly embarrassed, Anna looked down and tried to pull the miniscule fabric of her skirt and tube top to cover everything she could with them.

"Ok, show's over!" Lana called out. "Nothing to see here, boys, move along!"

Reluctantly, the crowd dispersed, and people went back to their dancing and drinking, though from the number of glances her way, it seemed like the topic of conversation had shifted entirely to her display.

Lana gave Jason a little shove to get him off the couch, then scooted next to Anna.

"You ok?" she asked.

Anna nodded her head, humiliated and unable to meet her friend's eyes.

"That looked nice! Seems like Jason really knew what he was doing."

Again, Anna nodded without looking up.

"I noticed he was getting a little handsy a few minutes ago and nearly stopped him. But then I looked at you and saw your big smile, then you bit your lip and spread your legs for him ... you looked like you were really loving it. I hope you don't mind -- I probably should have stopped it."

Anna shook her head. "No, it's ok. You're right -- I did love it."

"Good," Lana said. "That was so hot! I bet you could fuck any guy in this room right now."

At this, Anna finally raised her head. Instinctively, she looked toward the couch where Josh and Kristina had been making out and found it was now empty. Kristina was nowhere to be seen, but her searching eyes found Josh in the not-especially-dispersed crowd of people who had watched her display and were staying close in case there was an encore. He was looking directly at her, full of lust.

Eight

Lana suggested they get back to dancing, and Anna agreed, hoping that it would take a little attention off of her. This time, though, Josh joined the group. Kristina was still nowhere to be found. Josh quickly moved in front of Anna, dancing close to her. Her inhibitions low and arousal high, Anna finally initiated something with him by turning her back to him and pressing her body against his as she danced.

Josh was clearly not much of a dancer - he didn't seem to know what to do with his hands, leaving them limp at his sides. Anna was pleased to find that, with her hot, barely covered body against him, the confusion about what to do with his hands had ended. He placed his hands on her hips, then Anna grabbed them and slid them around to her tummy, wrapping herself in his arms. She let his hands roam over her as she leaned her head back and turned so her mouth was next to his ear, and asked, "What happened to Kristina?

"She, um," he stammered. "She got mad and stormed off."

"Oh, really?" Anna replied. "That's too bad. What's the matter -- did you get too frisky with her?" Anna reached and squeezed Josh's though as she asked.

"No, no," Josh answered. "She, uh ... well ... she got mad that I stopped kissing her so I could watch you a minute ago."

"Oh, that." Anna said, torn between embarrassment over acting so slutty and hope from the thought that her display had finally gotten his attention. "Yeah, I guess things got a little out of hand."

"Are you dating Jason?" Josh asked, abruptly.

"No," she answered.

"Good," he said.

A pause, then Anna asked, "Are you dating Kristina?"

"No."

"Good."

They continued dancing like that through several songs, both getting more worked up as they rubbed against each other. Josh's hands moved up and down her sides, hips, and stomach, making her tingle all over. His light touch on the exposed skin of her tummy both tucked tickled and thrilled her. Both sensations made her squirm, which encouraged Josh further.

Josh took her chin in one hand, turned her face toward his, and kissed her. She melted into the kiss, softening her lips and letting them part.

Anna turned her body toward Josh and continued kissing him, wrapping her arms around him. After a moment, she let her hands roam over his body, too, enjoying the feel of his muscular chest and arms. Josh's hand moved down from her face, delicately tracing her neck and collarbone, continuing downward. He spread his hand and let his fingers glide down over the swell of her breast, pausing to circle her nipple (which was, once again, poking out prominently through the thin material of the top). He pinched it firmly and Anna gasped from the sudden, intense sensation.

Josh brought his other hand to her free breast and squeezed, kneading them both firmly. Anna's head spun, now from arousal as much as the alcohol. At first, she didn't realize that she was also spinning literally, or rather that Josh was turning her so that her back was to him again.

Anna figured he must want her to rub up against him again, and started a sensual rhythmic movement, grinding her ass against his crotch and thrilling at the sensation of his hardness through his shorts. Josh reached up to her chest again as she did, but this time he went up higher, closer to her collar bones. She felt him pinch and realized he was grabbing the fabric of her tube top.

In slow motion, Josh began tugging the fabric down, revealing more and more skin. Anna felt a whisper of hesitation -- perhaps the angel on her shoulder had lost its voice - but took no action to stop him. As she felt the edge of the top begin to slide over her nipple, she opened her eyes and looked straight ahead. In that moment, she realized that nearly every person in that crowded basement was looking at her. Before she could think again about objecting, Josh gave a sharp tug and pulled the whole thing down to her waist. Her bare breasts sprang free once again and elicited another round of cheers and whistles from her adoring fans.

This time, though, Anna didn't immediately move to cover up. In fact, she just smiled and kept rubbing her ass against Josh. Josh returned his hands to her now bare breasts, squeezing and pinching, much to the delight of Anna and everyone watching. She danced, topless and being groped the whole time, to at least another 2 full songs. Nobody seemed anxious to move away from the scene, and in fact the crowd seemed to be growing.

Anna would have kept going like that, but a growing pressure in her bladder was getting harder and harder to ignore. She tried anyway.

Josh, getting even bolder from Anna's total lack of resistance, reached down to her thigh and began sliding his hand upward, taking the hem of the skirt up with it. Anna knew she needed to stop this (for so many reasons) but fought hard just to stay in this moment. She had imagined this so many times -- how it would feel when Josh would finally took her. Admittedly, it was playing out in a considerably more public way than she had imagined, but she still just wanted to be right here, experiencing this.

Finally, his hand slid to the top of her thigh, and he made contact with her pussy. He rubbed along her lips, stroking gently, then grabbed the skirt and lifted it to her waist. The crowd cheered again as Anna was revealed, naked except for a two bands of fabric near her navel that had once been a skirt and tube top.

The combination of her own extreme wetness and the loss of cloth covering her caused Anna to feel a sudden and intense chill in her groin, and she could no longer ignore her need to pee. She felt sure that, if she didn't stop now, she was going to piss all over herself in front of a crowd of frat guys. She struggled hard against this raw lust, unlike anything she'd experienced before -- a pure, animal need. With great effort, she removed Josh's hand from her wanting cunt and began tugging the fabric back into place. The surrounding crowd voiced their dissent loudly.

Turning back to face Josh, Anna finished putting her outfit back into place and said, with as much dignity as she could muster, "excuse me, please. I need to use the restroom."

Nine

Practically sprinting upstairs, Anna made for the bathroom on the first floor. She panicked when she saw the line -- there was no way she could wait that long to pee. Remembering the tour earlier, Anna turned toward the stairs to get to the 2nd story bathroom. That one, too, had so many people waiting that Anna knew there was no point trying. During that tour, Aaron had said he'd let them use his bathroom, but she didn't know where he (and presumably Georgia with him) had disappeared to. She was left with two options -- search for Aaron and try to get into his bathroom or run outside and hope there were some dense bushes nearby. Well, there was also option 3: piss herself at a party, moments after getting the attention of the guy she had been chasing all semester.

She decided to try the door at the end of the 2nd floor hallway, hoping it was the master bedroom and that it was unlocked. Turning the knob, she found that it was. Anna began opening the door slowly, pleading silently that she had the right room and that it was empty.

It was the right room, but it wasn't empty.

As the door opened a few inches, Anna began to hear someone moving inside. The combination of wet squelches and slapping noises told her she was walking into a room where people were having sex. She started to close the door, then heard a girl moaning.

"Oh yes. Oh God. Fuck me! Yeah!"

It was definitely Georgia's voice. Anna froze, not sure why, but unable to close the door. She was mesmerized. Feeling as though she were watching from above, she opened the door a few more inches until she could see them through the crack.

Georgia was on her hands and knees on the bed, facing away from the door, as Aaron fucked her from behind. Anna watched, still captivated, as Georgia's breasts swung below her as her body rocked. Aaron gave her a loud smack on the ass, and she moaned loudly.

A cool breeze from the window in Aaron's room gave Anna a shiver and reminded her forcefully of her need to pee. She could see the door to the bathroom on the other side of the room from where she stood. Feeling desperate and out of options, Anna convinced herself that she could sneak behind them without being seen if she was quiet. She pushed open the door wide enough to squeeze through the opening, then tiptoed past Georgia and Aaron and into the open bathroom door. Praying for a squeak-free closing, Anna pushed the door slowly shut behind her, twisting the knob to avoid making a sound as it clicked shut. She was in!

She made her way across the room to the toilet. Just as she was lifting the lid, she heard the door behind her open and a startled scream from Aaron. Anna jumped and screamed as well and, to her horror, felt a rush of warmth dripping down her thighs and past her knees Panicked, she finished lifting the lid, pulled her skirt up to her waist, turned around and sat down. She lifted her eyes to see Aaron, naked and with a shining and slightly deflated erection, staring at her as she peed.

The humiliation surely would have made this feel like the longest pee of her life anyway, but in fact this might have been just that, so full was her bladder. Aaron continued staring until Georgia came in, wrapped in a sheet.

"What's going on?" She asked, then spotted Anna on the toilet. "What the hell? Why are you here? When did you ... oh God, did you see us fucking!?"

Anna, more ashamed than ever, nodded her head and looked at the floor.

"And you just came in any way!?" Georgia asked, incredulous.

"I'm sorry," Anna said. "I wouldn't have, but I had to pee so bad I thought I was going to piss myself!"

"You did," Aaron reminded her.

The three of them looked down silently at the small puddle in front of the toilet, the only sound: Anna's continued stream of urine.

"I'm sorry," Anna repeated. "I'll clean it up. You startled me when you came in and ... it just came out."

"Better clean yourself up, too," Georgia suggested. "You've got pee all over your legs."

"Oh, god -- this is a nightmare!" Anna exclaimed. "I finally get Josh interested in me and just as things are heating up, I go and piss myself! I can't believe I fucked up my chance with him! God this is so humiliating!"

She finally stopped peeing and wiped herself clean, trying her best to avoid looking at the two people watching her do so.

"Alright, alright," Georgia reassured her. "I'll go find some cleaner spray and take care of the floor. You can use Aaron's shower to get yourself cleaned up, right Aaron?"

"Sure," Aaron said. "No problem."

"Really?" Anna asked. "You're going to help me after everything I did?"

Overwhelmed by the kindness, Anna reached out to hug Georgia. Georgia stopped her

"No hugs until you've showered," she said with a wink. Anna laughed, the tension easing considerably.

Aaron described where Georgia could find the cleaning supplies, and she left the room, stopping briefly to get dressed. When she had gone, Aaron said, "Go ahead and get in the shower. There's soap in there you can use."

He made no move to leave.

"Can I get some privacy?" she asked.

"Ha!" Aaron laughed. "You walked in while we were having sex not 5 minutes ago, but NOW you value privacy? I think you can go ahead and shower with as much privacy as Georgia and I got."

Anna blushed fiercely but said nothing -- he did have a point. With trembling hands, she peeled her tube top up and over her head. Aaron sucked in air through his teeth when her breasts were revealed.

"Ooooh," He groaned. "I caught a glimpse when you were dancing earlier, but I couldn't tell how fucking perfect they were until now. Goddam!"

Anna blushed even harder, embarrassment giving way to something else. Aaron was still naked, and she noticed that his recently-spent erection was returning. Her arousal had subsided considerably in the past 10 minutes or so, but it ticked up noticeably now.

She kicked off her shoes and peeled the skirt up and over her head to keep it away from her wet thighs. It seemed to have survived without getting messy, and she wanted to keep it that way.

"Fuck, that's a nice pussy!" Aaron commented, staring at her like he needed to memorize every detail.

Anna still said nothing, but she felt her shame melting away as she became more turned on. She stepped into the shower and closed the curtain.

"Leave it open," Aaron commanded. Anna did as she was told and pushed the curtain back, then turned on the water. She waited a moment for it to warm up, then stepped under the stream and soaked her body.

She reached for the bar of soap and began with her arms, lathering them with bubbles. She realized that her upper half didn't need to be washed -- she'd showered an hour before the party -- but kept going anyway. She found that having an audience for her shower was extremely titillating.

Having thoroughly soaped her arms, she moved to her chest. She rubbed the soap over one breast, then the other, moving in smooth, slow circles and working her way inward toward her nipples. When she reached each of them, she gave them a little pinch and groaned under her breath. Glancing up at Aaron, she found that he was now fully erect again.

She set the soap down for a minute and continued to massage the soap around her breasts, loving the sensation of her hands on her own breasts, but loving even more the feeling of Aaron's eyes on them.

Having teased and pinched her nipples for at least a minute, she grabbed the soap again and worked down lower, rubbing the bar on her flat tummy before progressing briefly to her shaved-smooth sex, up and down her lips, then all the way down her legs to her feet.

"Put your foot up on the side of the tub," Aaron said.

Anna complied, propping her leg up and spreading herself open in the process. Aaron moved closer, taking in the sight as she worked the soap down to her foot, then set it down and began massaging her soapy legs with her bare hands, spending extra time on her engorging labia when she reached the top. Aaron took his hard cock in his hand and began to stroke it.

It was at that moment that Georgia returned, freezing in the doorway.

"Are you enjoying the show?" She asked Aaron, who hadn't noticed her yet.

Aaron, startled, turned to look back at Georgia.

"I figured she'd seen us, so this only seemed fair." He answered.

"Oh, sure," Georgia said. "Did she jerk off while she watched us, too?"

Georgia looked down at Aaron's dick, which was still throbbing. For the first time, Aaron seemed embarrassed.

"Well, don't stop on my account," Georgia continued. "I've got to get the floor cleaned up so Georgia can go get laid. You're on your own, this time!"

Surprised by her roommate, Anna stared for a moment before realizing she had never stopped teasing her pussy. She was fully horny again, and Georgia had just told this guy to jack off as he watched her in the shower. Anna, for the hundredth time that night, couldn't believe what was happening, but yet again her lust won out over her good sense. She grabbed the soap bar and started working up the other leg, propping it up and spreading herself wide again, all the while her roommate was cleaning up her pee from the floor.

Once again, she worked her way up, soaping her feet, then calves, then thighs, before reaching her pussy again. Once she was lathered up, she set the bar of soap down. Aaron continued tugging at his cock, making little grunts as he did as Anna gave her sex another thorough scrubbing.

She was startled when she felt the water stop, then looked up to see that Georgia had reached in and grabbed the sprayer and removed it from its brace on the wall. She brought it to Anna's front side and began spraying her, rinsing the soap from her body and revealing her from beneath her shroud of bubbles. Once the last bit of suds had left her, Georgia moved the sprayer close to Anna's crotch and aimed it straight at her swollen and sensitive clit. Aaron probably never appreciated that the lower pressure of his shower made it perfect for this use.

Anna moved her hands to her hips, one foot still up on the rim of the tub, exposing herself to the stream of water and to Aaron and Georgia's watchful eyes. After so many teasing touches tonight, Anna felt an orgasm rising quickly within her and longed for the moment it would wash over her. Aaron had moved in even closer, his face now less than a foot from her vulva, close enough that droplets of water were ricocheting off her pussy and hitting him. He was stroking his cock at a feverish pace, groaning with each breath, and Anna was close behind him, sighing with delight under her friend's ministrations.

Aaron took one hand from his cock and grabbed at her breast, massaging it for a moment, then pinching her nipple. She gave a low moan and stuck her check out as much as she could, inviting him to continue.

He repeated the touches with her other breast, eliciting another moan, then let his fingers trail down her stomach, through the stream of water that was giving her such pleasure, all the way to her hot opening. With no hesitation, he slipped a finger into her vagina and pumped it in and out several times before adding a second. Anna threw her head back in ecstasy, finally at the point where she knew she would cum any moment. She moaned loudly.

"That's enough," Georgia said, cheerfully, and aimed the sprayer toward the floor before turning it off. "You're clean!"

"But ..." Anna began, once again humiliated, this time by the need to beg her friend to give her and orgasm. "I was so close -- won't you finish for me?"

"Nah, go find Josh and see what he can do for you," She answered. "Besides, I'm ready for round two and this dick's not gonna get any harder!"

Georgia reached out and grabbed Aaron by his massive erection, leading him around by it. First, she pushed him backward and his fingers slipped out of Anna, then she tugged him out of the bathroom and back toward the bed leaving Anna alone in the bathroom again. She was dripping wet, and not just from the shower.

Anna looked around and found a towel hanging nearby, then quickly dried off. She slipped on her shoes, skirt, and top, and left the bathroom. Aaron was already pounding into Georgia on the bed while she moaned with delight. Anna reached for the bedroom door.

"Anna?" Georgia said, between moans. Anna raised her head and looked directly at her friend as she got fucked. "Do me a favor and lock the door on your way out."

Georgia winked and turned her attention back to Aaron as Anna opened the door as little as needed to squeeze out, turned the lock, slipped through the opening and pulled the door closed behind her. The latch clicked into place and Anna was alone in the hallway and desperately horny.

Ten

Anna walked toward the stairs at the other end of the upstairs hallway, noticing the vacant upstairs bathroom with no line. What timing she had! She walked downstairs and back into the heart of the party, still carrying on like nothing had happened. The music drowned out all but the loudest shouts and squeals. Anna noticed that many more of the partygoers seemed to have paired off by now, touching and rubbing against each other through whatever activity they were supposedly engaged in.

She walked through the living room where people were still playing beer pong, only now it seemed to have become strip beer pong, as the two girls on one side were both in their bras, and one of the guys on the other side was down to his boxers. The game had attracted a much larger crowd than a typical game of beer pong, many of whom were pressed against someone else, touching and groping with varying levels of discretion.

Anna's pussy throbbed at the sight -- sex seemed to be in air itself. She needed to find Josh.

She walked through the dining room and noticed the punch bowl was running low, and the beer from the keg seemed to be pretty much just suds. The sight made fresh her memory of the soap suds cascading down her body in the shower as Aaron watched and touched himself.

She needed to find Josh.

Anna walked back to the basement stairs and went down. The beat-heavy music and strong smell of sweat hit her as she descended. Both triggered memories of what had happened down here earlier, with Ben, then Jason, and finally with Josh. She scanned the room and spotted Lana from behind, dancing in the dark off to the side of the room, now with far less energy than how she had danced before. Anna figured she must be getting tired. As she moved toward her friend, she understood the other reason she was moving less -- she was trying to dance while Jason kissed her neck and groped her breasts. Anna stopped cold and watched her friends for a moment while they ignored her completely, lost in what they were doing.

She needed to find Josh. Right now.

And then he was there, right in front of her and smiling wide.

"Glad you're back!" He called over the music. "Everything ok? You were gone for kind of a while."

"Yeah, fine," She answered. "Just a long line for the bathroom."

"Oh, shoot!" He said. "Wish I'd known -- my brother's room has a bathroom, and he gave me a copy of his key in case I needed it for ..."

He trailed off.

"In case I needed to use the bathroom and there was a line." He recovered.

Anna guessed he meant that he had gotten a key in case he needed somewhere to fuck a girl at the party. Which he did.

"Can we go up now?" Anna asked. "I could use a little break, and some privacy."

Josh, keeping his cool, agreed and they walked upstairs. He reached out his hand and took hers as they climbed the stairs. As they made their way through the first floor of the house, he dropped her hand and reached around her putting it on our outside hip, instead. Anna put her arm around his shoulder, holding him close. Josh's hand crept upward, once again lifting her skirt as they exited the living room and began climbing the stairs. From the hoots and whistles, Anna guessed that they had been noticed, and that Josh had exposed her ass to them. She glanced over her shoulder and saw Aaron and Georgia amid the beer pong crowd. Georgia gave her a thumbs up.

Anna turned back and focused on the stairs. They walked down the hallway, all the way to the room at the end, and Josh put a key into the keyhole of the door she had locked not 15 minutes ago. It wasn't until this moment that Anna connected the dots -- Aaron was Josh's older brother at the fraternity. Her stomach dropped, but she said nothing. She worried that Josh would freak out if he had any idea what had just happened with Aaron, so she kept silent and just smiled at him as he opened the door and ushered her in, then closed the door and locked it.

She walked over to the bed and sat down on it. It was still warm, and she noticed several wet spots on the sheets. Josh sat down next to her and kissed her neck. She heard a rustling, and realized Josh was rearranging the blankets. Apparently, he had noticed the mess, too, and was trying to cover it up. If he only knew what she had just seen in this bed (not to mention what she'd just done in that bathroom)!

Josh's hands went to her neck, then once again traced down over her shoulder, collarbone, and chest. His fingers grazed her still-erect nipples through her shirt, then kept going. When he reached the bottom of her shirt, he gripped it with both hands and began to lift. Anna, still unbelievably horny from her many exposures and not-quite-orgasm-inducing stimulation tonight, eagerly lifted her arms and allowed him to remove her shirt.

He tossed the shirt over his shoulder, then returned his attention to her bare chest. He took in the sight and moaned softly, then pushed her back onto the bed and lowered his mouth to her breasts. He greedily kissed and licked her mounds before bringing his mouth onto one, then the other nipple, sucking hard on each one. After so much teasing tonight, they were beyond sensitive, and this new stimulation made Anna moan loudly with delight.

Josh, taking her moans for a good sign, continued sucking on one nipple and reached down with his hand to touch her thigh. Wasting no time and sensing nothing but willing desire from Anna, he quickly moved his hand up her thigh to her pussy, finding her wet and extremely willing. With no resistance, he inserted one, and then two fingers into her opening, pumping in and out slowly. Again, Anna moaned loudly, unable to contain her longing. She reached out and touched his leg as he kneeled on the bed next to her, then slid her hand up his shorts, finding him fully erect and perfectly sized for her preferences. She grasped him firmly and he gasped slightly, pausing for a moment to enjoy the feeling before returning to suckling and pumping.

Anna heard a click from the door, but ignored it, not caring about anything else but the sensation of touching and being touched.

Another few moments passed, and Josh sat up, then stood. He reached down and yanked the skirt forcefully off of her, leaving Anna completely naked. Josh admired her tight young body, then pulled off his shirt. Anna sat up from the bed and undid his belt pulling his shorts down and allowing his hard cock to spring free. Leaning forward, she took it in her mouth and sucked eagerly, eliciting another pleased moan from Josh. She bobbed up and down on it, letting his pleasure build, then lay back on the bed.

Lifting her legs and spreading herself wide, she said, simply, "Do it now".

Josh wasted no time. Standing next to the bed, he leaned in and plunged into her depths. He paused there and they both reveled in the sensation, ignoring another indistinct noise from near the door.

Josh pulled back and then thrust in, forcefully. Under normal circumstances, this would have been uncomfortable or even painful, but she was so aroused from everything leading up to this moment that all she felt was pleasure, and all she wanted was more of it.

She got what she wanted.

Josh fucked her. There was no other way to put it. She had imagined their first encounter as sweet and tentative, and this was nothing like that, but Anna couldn't argue with how it felt. Her eyes rolled back, and she began grunting and moaning louder and louder with each thrust. She normally needed clitoral stimulation to orgasm, but she knew she was going to cum from this any moment.

"I'm gonna cum!" She called out. "Fuck me! Fuck me! I'm gonna cum!!!"

But then, with no warning, Josh pulled out of her quivering fuck hole, kneeled on the bed, and moved his cock toward her face. He gave it a few more strokes and erupted, splashing her lips, nose, eyes, and cheeks with his seed.

Anna, given time to reflect, would likely have felt used, cheap, unsatisfied ... but in the moment she was just shocked. She was too close to her own orgasm to feel anything else. And then she heard the cheering.

Looking to her left, toward the door, Anna saw that they were no longer alone. Aaron, Georgia, and about a dozen other people stood at the doorway clapping and hollering and laughing. Several pointed their phones at her, capturing the latest and greatest debasement. Aaron had used his own key to unlock the door, expecting to get a show to match the one Anna had stumbled into earlier. Apparently, he didn't want to keep it to himself.

Anna let out a scream of utter shock. She held perfectly still, paralyzed, as she tried to decide whether to cover her nakedness or clean up the jizz dripping from her face. Her shame rose to hitherto unknown levels, and for reasons that she would never understand, that brought back her impending, but unfulfilled orgasm.

Feeling possessed, Anna turned back to Josh, who had already put his shorts back on and was pulling on his shirt, and said, "I'm so close -- make me cum!"

"Nah, I'm good," Josh said. Anna couldn't believe what she was hearing. He went on, "why don't you show us how you like to get yourself off? I bet we'd all like to see that!"

The crowd let out another cheer, many laughing at the notion.

Anna, again acting without feeling in control of her body, reached down toward her glistening cunt. The crowd in the room went dead quiet. She reached further and contacted her clit, then cried out, "oh, GOD!" Everyone in the room lost their minds as Anna, naked with legs spread, covered with cum, fingered her clit and moaned.

Immediately, those who were near the doorway jostled their way further into the room to get a better angle. Anna closed her eyes and lost herself in the feeling for a moment, but when she opened them, she found faces and phones pointed at her from all sides, some of each were positioned between her legs, just inches from her pussy as she rubbed her clit.

She was on the edge, about to let go and allow the orgasm to take her, when she heard Georgia's voice.

"Here, let me help, roomie."

She felt warm fingers enter her vagina, then pump in and out as she rubbed herself. The crowd cheered even louder at this. Anna's humiliation rose one notch higher, and that was all it took. She finally, after hours of teasing and many failed attempts, released that tension and the most powerful orgasm of her life overtook her.

In the moment, she lost track of sight and sound and experienced only the feeling of the orgasm, exploding from her loins and shooting outward in all directions, rippling in waves of pleasure up and down her legs and quivering in her tummy.

In the videos that circulated (several of them, from different angles), she would later see that she had lost all control of her limbs, shaking violently then trembling uncontrollably. She would hear a roar from the crowd that went on and on, drawing more people from downstairs to see her, at least another 6 people entering before her orgasm was finished, plus another 10-15 that crowded into the increasingly cramped bedroom as she recovered.

She would see a guy who had watched the whole thing pull down his pants and try to put his dick into her as she reveled in the afterglow and then would see Georgia stop him and help her to her feet and to get her clothes back on, then take her into the bathroom to wipe the cum off her face.

All of this unfolded without Anna really being aware of any of it, so powerful and all-encompassing was her orgasm. When she became aware of the world around her again, she was relatively clean, relatively dressed, and being led out of the bathroom by her hand.

Georgia pulled her along, down the stairs and out the front door. All manner of cat calls followed them, but none of the partygoers did. A block from the party, Anna's senses had fully recovered, and she tried to grapple with what had just happened. They walked in silence the rest of the way to the dorm.

Eleven

As they passed the common room in their dorm, the girls could see that it was occupied. Kristina, now in fuzzy pajamas instead of her form-fitting outfit Anna had been so intimidated by, was sitting alone on the couch, watching TV. She looked up at them as they entered.

"Hi Kristina," Georgia said. "Decided to call it quits a little early tonight?"

She nodded but said nothing.

"Everything OK?" Georgia asked.

Kristina spoke softly. "Josh is jerk. He kept trying to get me to drink the mystery punch even after I told him I don't drink. Then he was getting super handsy while we were kissing on the couch. I told him I wanted to dance and have fun with our friends, but he just kept saying, just another minute, baby. Let's enjoy ourselves.' We kept kissing and he kept grabbing at me until finally he tried to touch my crotch, right there on the couch in a room full of people, so I pushed him off and ran away from the party. Can you imagine thinking a girl would be into that!? Agh! I'm sorry I was got competitive with you over him, Anna, but trust me: you really dodged a bullet with that one!"