The wheels of a rolling chair scuffed against the floor in her dorm room. Turning her attention away from her desk and her makeup mirror, Amanda stared at the clothes on her bed for a few seconds, shook her head, and sighed.
Amanda had been, in a word, incredulous.
It wasn’t that she didn’t find the outfit that laid there to be sexy. If it was anything, it was that, even above being what she would call a costume. All that it consisted of was a microskirt that she was sure wouldn’t be able to cover the entirety of her rear end, and a piece of cloth that might have been a shirt if she squinted at it, but the more she looked at it, the more she doubted it. The underwear she was wearing, red lace in the very case that she got lucky tonight, was less revealing than the outfit that she had been given by him; her tank top obsoleted the shirt.
Amanda understood that this was supposed to be a college frat party. It was the perfect time for her to let loose, to forget about the incredibly rigid standards her parents had set for her; it was a place where showing skin was paramount, but even wanting to escape from the stresses of her life, this was going too far for her. It felt exhibitionistic in all the wrong ways. To have chosen it herself would have been one thing, but to have someone pick it out for her was what put it over the edge for her. It felt wrong.
Pulling her attention away from her thoughts, her phone buzzed against her dorm desk. She saw her phone screen light up, and it was from James.
Are you excited for tonight’s party?
Amanda let out a small huff. As much as she wanted to thank James for bringing this party to her attention and giving her the much needed post-midterm relief she sought, it was the one message from him in their conversations since he brought it up that didn’t hold that mildly repellant yet wholly intangible vibe that radiated from his messages. She couldn’t bring herself to scroll up the messages, the flurry of texts much more green than they were grey, but even the messages above held this kind of gross current to them.
You should go as a schoolgirl.
I’ll give you the outfit. Promise.
And give her the outfit he did. This miserable excuse for an outfit was entirely his design. The only aspect of it which was any bit interesting was the glasses, which were beside her phone on the desk. At least those could be useful. She wished that he was able to read the disinterest in the messages that she sent, and that every solitary ‘k’ was a request to leave her alone; regardless, he was able to get it into her hands through campus mail and a messaged dorm number.
It would have been one thing if she knew James; she did know him, but only as a fellow student that shared the same Biology class in their first term of college together. She only had his number because they were a part of the same study group, one that James had pushed to make himself, consisting of himself, her, and a few other people. Compared to how many texts he had sent her, he practically didn’t even exist in the group chat, leaving the others to make it into a personalized hodgepodge of test answers and biology memes. It felt like an excuse to get to know her better by barging into her personal space, and the texts he sent regarding the party felt like a recapitulation of that bullshit.
Rolling her eyes, she gave yet another disinterested reply; as much as she didn’t want to deal with him, she knew that being quiet would mean that she was out of a ride for the party.
yea
Almost immediately, her phone buzzed in her hands; it was another message from James.
Great! I’m on my way 😉
Amanda put her phone down, feeling the slightest need to grab her hand sanitizer. There was that vibe again.
And looking at the outfit on the mattress, barely breaking up the floral pattern on her sheets, she felt it once again, a dawning realization as to why he had been so adamant on having her dress up as a schoolgirl and have her wearing something that worked more for a porno than a frat party. He didn’t even have the respect to make sure the outfit worked; the big ribbon looked straight out of something from an anime. She reached as far as she could and picked up the clothes, keeping them as far away from her as she could before putting them in the trash. She knew that she could cobble something together that was better than that ill-informed disaster.
Opening her closet, she already found what she was looking for.
Numerous business-related meetings and interviews had already supplied her with all the clothes that she could have possibly wanted for her outfit. Sets of blazers and pencil skirts she kept in her closet made only choosing which would look best on her for the night difficult, in various different colors and makes. She chose a black polyester set, one that she remembered getting long ago back in high school.
Putting it on, it was tight, but not too bad. Keeping a few buttons undone on her blazer, she noted the peeking white of her low-cut tank top, the slightest bit of edge to remind her that this was for a costume party instead of an interview. Even with the peeking cloth, it was also too tight for any other occasion, hugging her curves just enough to provoke but not enough to cause discomfort. Her skirt was much the same; while it hadn’t been the miniskirt that James requested she wore, it barely covered her thighs; the pair of black sheer leggings she wore did the job better and only went up to her mid-thigh, and even then there was a peek of uncovered, tawny Korean thigh when paired with her heels.
This might not have been the costume that James had in mind, but Amanda certainly liked it a lot more. Bringing a finger to the bridge of her nose, she adjusted her glasses–the one thing James got her that she actually wore–, surprised that she could see out of them perfectly.
Her lips curled up into a bright red-lacquered smile. She could feel herself wanting to grab the ruler on her desk and smacking it against the wall as if it were a blackboard. It didn’t hurt that “Doctor Cho” had such a nice ring to it, especially as she said it aloud to herself, even if it did elicit the slightest of giggles. Bringing her hands to the back of her head, she quickly pulled her thick black locks into a tight bun that rested on top of her head. Her smile grew more; it looked like she was about to get tenure, and she hadn’t even finished her bachelor’s degree yet.
Although it was conservative, it was definitely better than looking like a character out of a porno.
She rolled her shoulders as much as she could with her outfit on, testing the limits of her range of motion, and turned her body slightly, giving herself one final once-over. She smiled at herself as she struck a slight pose, sticking one of her legs in front of the other and bringing her hand to her glasses, as if she were a teacher who had been informed of something and had to pivot to it immediately. It gave her a sense of power and control, one that made her cheeks flush a slight bit more pink than her blush.
This was going to be a fun party, she could already tell.
Before she could strike a final pose in the mirror, she heard the door knock. A mixture of excitement and trepidation increased her heart rate. James had arrived. She finally had a ride, but the closer she approached the door the more the urge of walking to the frat house filled her mind. She swallowed the thought as she grabbed onto the doorknob, telling herself that she promised him–as much as she felt pressured to do so–and pulled it open.
James had the same idea as her: on his lanky, pale body he donned a pair of black slacks and a light blue button-up shirt, tight enough for his muscles to bulge through the cloth. His blue gaze was originally bright, but as he scanned her, a bit of the edge softened, and the smile on his face shrank just a bit. He looked down at her, even if it weren’t for the difference in height. He nervously brought a hand to his short, brown locks, gingerly scratching them as if looking for something to say.
“Hey, James!” Amanda tried her best to feign excitement, but felt it come easy to her; something about his diminishing enjoyment gave her a bit of additional energy.
“Hi, Amanda,” James replied. “I thought you were getting ready for the party tonight…” There was a slight teasing edge to his words, and he lifted an eyebrow; his smile grew just a bit more, as well.
“Oh, this?” She asked, looking into his eyes like she was trying to see herself in the reflection of his pupils. “I made a few last-minute changes to my costume. What do you think?” She stuck her foot out and brought a hand to the bridge of her glasses, striking the same pose she did before in the mirror, but with a brighter smile on her face.
James averted his gaze, clearly disinterested in the whole affair. “Oh, yeah, well, uh, it’s nice.”
Amanda squinted for a moment before straightening herself up, keeping that smile on her face. “Thank you!” She closed her eyes and made her smile larger, hoping that he didn’t see the burning rage in her gaze; could he have been more obvious about his distaste in her outfit? “You look great too!”
“Th-thank you!” He perked up, and as Amanda opened her eyes, she was treated to James smiling. “I thought it would be a perfect match for your costume!”
There came that alien urge again, this time directed straight at her gut. It took everything in her power not to grow weak at the knees from that statement. The smile, no matter how innocent it looked on James’ face, looked like a shit-eating grin with those words coming out.
“It still is, though,” Amanda said, trying to hide the extent to which his words knocked the wind out of her sails. “Twin professors, right?”
She gave a nervous smile and a peace sign, nerves turning into slight amusement watching James’ blood boil. His eyelid twitched and his hand curled up into a fist, squeezing into itself just a bit before he relaxed.
“Right,” came his final answer, his tone bereft of any emotion. “Twin professors.” It sounded like a defeat coming from him, and a victory for her. Regardless, he turned slightly and extended a hand out to her, looking towards the nearest exit of her dorm building. “We should get going.”
Amanda looked at his hand for a few seconds, and then back at his forlorn expression, and back at his hand. And then the excitement came back.
“Let’s go!” She said, her words almost echoing throughout the hall as she grabbed her purse and stepped out of the dorm room, walking right beside him.
As they walked through the hall, Amanda couldn’t help but feel a slight pang going through her chest whenever she felt James’ hand graze against the back of hers. It always felt accidental, but at this point, she wasn’t sure she could be sure about that. Even as she took the slightest step aside, he would follow her, letting his hand graze against hers as if trying to make some level of gesture towards her.
Ignoring it, Amanda started the conversation. “So, are you excited for the party?”
James answered, albeit after a slight pause. “Of course! Why wouldn’t I be excited for this party! It’s the biggest one of the year! As long as the cops don’t come along I expect it to be a lot of fun!”
“Same here,” Amanda said. “The most fun part about costume parties is seeing what everyone decides to wear.”
“Uh, yeah,” James remarked, as if his voice was about to trail off into a tangent.
“I’m still surprised we decided to go with the same thing, though!” Amanda added, the slightest of smirks forming underneath her smile. “Two professors at a college party! Imagine that! Or maybe you’re a teacher assistant?”
James’ eyebrows furrowed as he turned to look at her, only to be met with a cheeky brown gaze back.
“Kidding, of course.”
James forced a chuckle and looked forward. “Yeah, I wonder what everyone else decided to wear. People really are full of surprises when it comes to this sort of thing…”
Amanda wanted to shake her head; the only “surprise” here was if she decided to wear that glorified lingerie to a party. Alas, she had to keep up her appearances as the upbeat professor, for now. “But that’s the fun part! You don’t go to a party without hoping for something surprising to happen, right?”
At that point the hallway had ended and they were at the elevator, which James immediately called the first chance they got. He let out a sigh and leaned against the wall while waiting for the elevator to come to them.
“I guess. Not all surprises are good surprises, though.”
Amanda shrugged. “Well, I don’t know about you, but I’m going to the party to have a good time.”
James stayed quiet until the elevator pinged and the doors opened. Inside there were a few people wearing casual clothes, college students who were spending the night in ways different from going to a party; and they were the ones who looked more ready for a party of any kind. Amanda slipped in first, and James followed, as if waiting for an invitation. After a prolonged silence as the group descended to the ground floor, they had all made it to their destination.
James tried to grab Amanda’s hand and lead her out of the dorms. Amanda thought it was an accident and brushed him off before he could step foot out of the elevator. At least, that was the excuse she had in her mind. Between the actions James had taken, the outfit he had chosen, and his words sounding like a high school actor who was forced to improvise after a few key props were lost on opening night the moment he saw her improvised costume, Amanda knew that there was one thing that was needed for her to have a good time at the party.
And that thing was to leave James behind as soon as she could.
Thankfully, either because he had taken the slightest bit of the myriad of hints she had shown since the text messages or because her costume was quite warm and asking if she needed to be warmed up in any way was unnecessary, James stayed rather quiet as they left the apartment, letting the music of the cool October winds fill her ears. It wasn’t what she would call that late, but the moon was already starting to rise from the horizon, bringing with it a sea of stars whose beauty was covered by the streetlights that lit the sidewalk. Amanda smiled, and turned to face James to make some level of conversation.
“It’s so pretty out…” She marvelled as they walked past a local café, the scent of pumpkin spice filling the air.
“Yeah,” he said. “Fall’s pretty nice, isn’t it?”
“Mhm,” Amanda nodded before they continued their silent walk, the slight breeze once more grazing their faces. Amanda slipped her hands into the pockets on her blazer, keeping them warm; she also felt reassured as her right thumb toggled a small bottle of pepper spray. “It’s my favorite season.”
“I’m more of a summer guy myself,” said James.
“Summer’s way too hot.” Amanda remarked. “I like being able to wear layers.”
“I don’t,” James coyly teased as they approached an intersection. Amanda followed as he turned right and walked past a lane filled with cars until he stopped at a red sports car. Pulling out his keys, he unlocked his car, and the car remarked with flashing headlights and a distinct beep.
“Is this yours?” Amanda asked, her eyebrows rising slightly.
“Sure is,” he said as he walked towards the driver’s side and opened the car for himself. Amanda opened her door and peered into the car, adorned with leather upholstery and enough leg room. There was no speck of garbage, but whether that was how it always was or how it was because he knew she’d be riding with him, she wasn’t sure. She slipped into her seat and closed the door behind her, making sure to buckle her seatbelt.
James shut the door behind himself and slipped the key into the ignition, making sure to do it slowly before giving Amanda a look that made her want to undo her belt. She took a deep breath and bit her tongue; the party’s only a mile or so away, she reassured herself, slipping her right hand back into her pocket and cradling the pepper spray. She really hoped that she didn’t need to use it, but as James had said before, not all surprises were good surprises, even if there was a difference between her choice of outfit and having her party ruined by needing to use a self-defense weapon.
Amanda had never been more thankful that James was the kind of driver who needed both of his hands to be on the steering wheel. At a few moments, he had pulled his right hand back and towards the center console, but it was only to grab onto the gear stick; Amanda looked down and noticed that he drove an automatic. Regardless, his fingers slowly ran up and down the shaft in a manner that seemed teasing. Whether or not Amanda was pulling things out of her head or if James was genuinely trying to tease like that, she didn’t know, and she didn’t care; she turned her attention towards the window, watching as the road grew more clogged the closer they got to the frat house; a giant mansion with colorful lights pouring out of its windows with a bunch of cars in its lawn was hard to miss, and James parked as close as he could to it.
“You brought your ID?” James asked.
“It’s in my purse; don’t worry,” Amanda reassured. “Did you?”
“Mhm,” James nodded as he opened the door and got out of the car. He started walking towards the house, and Amanda opened her own door, slipping out of the vehicle and taking a breath of fresh air.
It was only then that she realized how much James’ car smelled of Axe, her lungs retroactively burning now that she had a chance to smell fresh air. Even if there was the whiff of beer and sweat radiating from the house, it was practically unnoticeable compared to the inside of his car. Amanda let out a small cough into her elbow before heading towards the entrance of the house, up the car-filled driveway and letting the sound of muffled bass grow louder the closer she got to the door.
As she walked up to the door, she could feel James try once more to graze his hand against hers. She stepped away from him right before they were at the porch, where two bulky men wearing dress shirts and black capes stood watch.
“Hello,” said one of them in a bad Eastern European accent. “I vant to see your ID.”
Rolling her eyes, Amanda grabbed her wallet out of her purse and showed him both her student ID and driver’s license; she had heard from a few friends that they checked those at the door to make sure that everyone was at least 18. As a sophomore, it was of no issue to her, and she was let in. She slipped her stuff into her bag and kept it close to her as she entered the darkened foyer of the house.
The music grew clearer the moment she pushed open the door, and the woosh of hot stale air hit her body. The telltale mixture of body odor and opened beers filled her nose; she came at the perfect time, where the party had enough people for there to be games of beer pong going on, but not late enough for there to be any people who were completely wasted. She closed the door behind her and looked around, seeing a few tables set up with people in various costumes playing pong and two teams of sorority girls dressed as cats playing flip cup. For the time being, she merely looked around the front area, walking around and scouting the place while keeping one hand on her bag and the other on her pepper spray.
At the very least, she was able to leave James behind, but she had to be on her toes when it came to a party like this. Perhaps it would have been best to come with some other friends instead, but James had been first and James had been persistent. He definitely hadn’t been persistent enough where it counted, though, thank the fucking Lord. That was at least one lecherous pervert whom she didn’t have to deal with tonight.
It wasn’t like she had come here to be a prude, however. If that were the case she wouldn’t have come to this party at all. She did her fair share of ogling, seeing bulging muscles and chiseled jawlines and hearing raucous laughter as groups of people wearing funny clothes joked amongst themselves and drank. She saw the occasional person ogle her back, giving smiles to the men and winks to the women. Already, the flood of chaos and the lingering scent of pheromones were starting to get to her, even before she had grabbed an unopened can of cherry hard seltzer off a table from the room behind where all the games were happening, and adjacent to the dance floor, where she had done most of her staring in the multicolor flashing lights.
Opening the can and bringing it to her lips, she let the bitter drink coat her palate before swallowing. The night had just begun, and her body felt as warm as her throat as she nursed about half of her can. She could feel her ears starting to pulse from the heavy bass, and her knees bobbed in time with the music. The liquid courage was already doing its magic.
As she grew a tad bit warmer, she could feel the inhibitions in her starting to break down, and a wide smile formed on her face as she looked back at the pong tables, and there, she had found two guys who definitely stood out, and not just because of their choice of costumes. Two white guys wearing a banana and pickle costume weren’t necessarily the kinds of people that Amanda thought she would be wanting to talk to, but as they stood there at one of the pong tables, not necessarily towering over anyone, there was something about them. Maybe it was the way that the banana hooted and hollered whenever either team sank a ball or missed compounded with the pickle’s penchant for calming the game down and keeping the stakes high with every toss, and how they led the raucous laughter that echoed throughout the game room.
Either way, Amanda felt something that she didn’t feel: a need to get closer to them, and that was enough for her to carry herself towards them. They might have been corny and a bit lanky and pale as hell, but they also seemed like a fun time to be around. It didn’t take long for her to go to the pong table, and she was able to push herself through the crowd just enough to lock them in her sights.
Even if they weren’t there, though, she had been roped into an interesting game, or at least, one that was very close. Both teams, one couple being a football player and his cheerleading girlfriend and the other team being a sexy gender-swapped version of Mario and Luigi, had one cup remaining, and it was Luigi’s ball. The pickle raised his hand up, and the commotion quieted down just enough for Luigi to concentrate on her throw. She gave the ball a gentle toss, which then plonked against the table before landing into the cup of beer in front of the football duo. Mario and Luigi shared a high five while the small crowd, led by the banana and pickle, hooted and hollered in celebration.
And even Amanda, who didn’t know about this game moments before, had found herself screaming and cheering, sticking her fist up into the air and pumping the air. A bright smile was on her face, the infectious enthusiasm already bubbling up with the boozy drink inside of her, and she could feel her glasses fogging up just a bit, but not enough to be much of a problem for her. She didn’t need to see that far ahead of her with the table in front of her when the only thing she was doing was celebrating.
Between the raucousness of her cheering, her incredibly conservative outfit, and her standing so close to the table that it could brush up against her abdomen, Amanda was spotted pretty quickly, and the man in the banana suit pointed at her. A small blush formed on her cheeks and she could feel her stomach drop slightly.
“You there! Professor! Got a partner?”
Amanda looked around the group of people; there had been sexy schoolgirls and scientists but only one professor in the mix: herself. She pointed at herself and looked back at the banana man. “Me?”
“That’s right, you!”
Amanda’s mouth opened in disbelief, the corners of her lips pointed up in a wide smile as she realized what was going on. The banana, co-king of the beer pong table, was going to be her partner. Not wanting to one-up herself and say that she could take whoever on herself, she took a deep breath to get her cool. Bringing the can of seltzer to her lips, she took a long swig, the fizz and bitter flavor taking as much of the edge from the situation as the alcohol was going to do moments later, and she looked at him with a confident smirk as she brought the can back down to her chest.
“Why? You want one?”
The banana man’s lips curled upwards, and he headed towards the head of the table. Amanda walked over to him, taking note of the stool besides them with a pile of cups that he was taking some from. She placed her can beside the stack of cups, and looked at him while he was finishing his arrangement of the cups in a triangle. That enthusiastic air that he gave off was stronger the closer that she got to him, and as their costumes were close enough to touch, she felt herself having trouble doing anything but smile.
“What’s your name?” Amanda asked the man in the banana.
“I’m Tom!” His brilliant blue eyes met hers as he turned, piercing through her somewhat fogged-up glasses enough for her to pull them away so she could wipe them off with her blazer. As their gazes met again, Amanda’s smile grew, her hands resting just a bit in front of her hips.
“Nice to meet you, Tom. I’m Amanda.”
“Nice to meet you too, Amanda! Have you played pong before?” In his words lacked any kind of condescension; just making sure that this random woman whom he found at the table knew anything about the game beyond spectating.
“Of course I do, Tom. It’s not my first frat party.”
The pickle man walked over to Tom’s side, holding a few cans of different beers. He was slightly tanner than Tom, but still noticeably pale. “And this here’s Bob. He’s a total bro.”
Once Bob gave Tom all the cans, he gave Amanda a wave, green eyes showcasing pleasure while the rest of his face kept the same, stoic expression. “Yo.”
“Nice to meet you too, Bob,” Amanda said, taking a few cans from Tom’s arms, taking the moment to brush hers against his. His skin was oddly soft for a man, even through the carpet-like layer of hair on his arms; not that it didn’t stop the heat from bubbling up inside of her. She opened her cans and poured equal amounts into a few of the cups, making sure not to fill any of the ones that Tom was filling or had already filled.
Her attention was now on Tom, and Tom had turned his attention to the rest of the crowd, as if searching for two people for him to face off with. Amanda waited, clicking her heel against the tile rhythmically, but the sounds were drowned out by the commotion around her and the bass from the dance floor nearby. At least there was Tom beside her, and Bob nearby.
“You find anyone yet, Bob?” Tom asked.
Bob shook his head. That was, until two people had shown up, one of them wearing a sweat-covered button-up shirt, and Amanda could feel a bit of dread fill her body.
Of all people, it just had to be James.
“Amanda! I thought we’d be playing together!” His tone was partly a whine, and the person beside him wore a costume that Amanda could only describe as painfully edgy; it was the most conservative outfit, but a trench coat and fedora was definitely not the way to go.
Amanda shook her head. “Sorry, James. I got caught up in the excitement and now I promised Tom here that I was going to play a round with him!”
Bob brought his hands in front of him, his arms crossed like an X. The table quieted down, and he started speaking in a high baritone.
“We’re about to have another game underway, but first, let’s introduce the teams!” Bob then pointed at Tom.
“I’m Tom, and I’m a banana!” He flashed the crowd a cheeky smile before sticking his hands up in the air, spinning around and basking in the chorus of cheers that quickly came from the crowd. As he slowed down, as did the audience, and Bob was pointing at her.
“I’m Amanda. Professor Amanda.” She adjusted her glasses and stuck a leg out, earning a bit of cheer but not necessarily the amount that Tom had gotten.
Bob then pointed at James. “Hello. I’m James, a sexy teacher.” He flexed, muscles bulging from his shirt, and a few whistles came his way amidst a mezzo-piano cheer.
“I’m Todd, a spy,” the trenchcoat said before tipping his hat to a crowd that was only more quiet when Bob made a motion of silence. Hell, when Bob motioned his arms in front of him, making a cross, Amanda swore that the audience was louder than Todd’s introduction. Todd and James both grabbed a few cans of beer and opened them up, pouring decent amounts into the cups before pulling out of two of them two ping pong balls.
They both tossed their balls at the same time. James ended up capturing the closest one to them, and Todd got his in the middle cup. They high-fived one another to a chorus of loud cheers from the audience. Amanda’s eyebrows furrowed slightly, only for Tom to pat her on the back. She looked towards him as he grabbed the cup that James had sunk.
“Lucky round,” he said. “I know we can beat them.”
Tom proceeded to down his cup and Amanda gingerly reached for the one in the middle. She drank the bitter liquid as quickly as she could, chugging it less for the appealing sight (and the applause she was receiving for it) but to taste the swill for as short of a time as possible. It left her throat warm as she felt the ping pong ball against her lips, and she pulled it out of the cup not long after.
Tom was right, though, even if it was the alcohol starting to talk for her: she had this in the bag.
Tom was the first to toss and he plonked it against the table before it bounced directly into one of the furthest cups, earning another round of applause which Tom was quick to soak up. He turned towards the audience–his people–and flashed them a wide smile. To emphasize the slight-enough-to-be-appealing boorishness Tom exuded, Amanda teasingly ran a hand along his arm.
Tom’s arm felt a lot harder than it looked. It was meant to be a joke, but her fingers lingered momentarily, as if forgetting that she was on his team for a game for a few seconds there. Once the applause ended, though, she was quick to turn her attention to the game going on, along with James’ sneer.
Amanda’s smile grew bigger, and it grew even more as she bounced her ball off the ping pong table and it landed directly in the middle of the cups, a perfect shot from which he would have to drink. Hoots and hollers followed as James and Todd grabbed their cups of alcohol and drank from them, taking long sips of the beer before placing them aside.
The game had continued for a decent amount of time like that, with the two teams shooting and occasionally scoring, leading the other team to have to drink from the cups. The more that they drank, the more their accuracy lowered, and the more time that they spent trying to get their shots lined up perfectly.
Tom, particularly, was good at holding his liquor. Perhaps it was because of his pseudo-lanky build that let him be more of a heavyweight, or the time he spent here implying that this certainly was closer to his hundredth game of pong than his first; he kept throwing balls that looked like they would sink, much to the chagrin of James and Todd.
The more they drank, the hotter they felt. Amanda had opened a few buttons on her blazer and used the heavy garment to fan herself, shaking her hands back and forth and letting the cloth do most of the work. James was starting to sweat through his shirt, letting it cling tightly to his body. Todd revealed that underneath his trench coat he wore no shirt, as if he were trying to busy Amanda with the view of his musculature. It would have been a pleasing sight had it not been for Todd’s glare matching James’ in lecherousness. Meanwhile, Tom had some sweat on his brow, but he looked cool and coordinated as he threw another shot and sunk the penultimate ball into a cup.
Todd grabbed the beer and drank it down, making sure to accidentally spill a slight amount of it down his chin and onto his pectorals. Wiggling his eyebrows, Amanda looked away from him and towards Tom, whose bright smile and radiant confidence was a much better sight, even if the banana outfit was still goofy. She was definitely tipsy enough to find it entertaining.
She was also thankful that James and Todd at this point were poor shots. They had five cups they could aim at, all arranged in a trapezoid, and none of their balls came close to landing in it. Perhaps the hole in Todd’s lip wasn’t for show if they were already that intoxicated.
It was Amanda’s turn to throw, and she could feel the world grow muffled around her. She could feel her heart racing in her chest, her hand quivering slightly. She could carry the game. She could sink the last ball and beat them once and for all. She could prove so much to herself with this, that she was beyond a girl with good grades and a penchant for attracting dunces like James. She tossed the ball, and after bouncing on the table, it went in.
The crowd went nuts. The hoots and hollers from the audience were enough to rival even the booming music playing from the other room. Defeat necessarily wasn’t on Todd’s face, whose smile radiated decent sportsmanship, but it certainly was on James’, who seemed to think that this would have been an opportunity to show off and have a victory to assert his dominance, or something like that. Amanda couldn’t care less, especially not when Todd was raising the final glass in the air and drinking it down. Even the practically-naked spy who was flashing more bare chest than covering up received applause as he chugged down his sixth cup.
From there, Todd and James had left the table, leaving herself and Tom at the head of it. He looked at her with a smile, one which she mirrored eagerly.
“Another round?” He asked.
Amanda shook her head. “I’m good. I’m gonna check out what else this place has to offer.”
That necessarily wasn’t her game plan, but the thoughts that were settling in her head were a far cry from being acceptable at the beer pong table. Thus, she took a few steps away from it, making sure to perform as much of a sashay as she could away from the table and towards the dance floor.
She could feel his gaze on her, and as she looked over her shoulder, a move as calculated as every step, brown hit blue, and she could feel the electricity, far from that of just impromptu partners at a drinking game. It was as if he had finally realized that the touches in the thick of it were calculated. And with a subtle nod, she invited him over, but not without looking aside to the table and seeing his pickle-suited compatriot. She nodded at him, faced Tom again, and mouthed two words.
Bring Bob.
From there she had disappeared into the darkness of the dance floor, the stench of beer’s prominence quickly being overwhelmed by the scent of body odor. People in sexy outfits jumped up and down drunkenly to the beat as best they could, and those who weren’t were scattered around the floor, with women grinding themselves against men; there was even a train of them going on with a man wearing a particularly ridiculous werewolf vampire getup at the very back. A row of chairs had been completely occupied by people getting lap dances. It was like everyone had one thing on their mind if it wasn’t having a good time, and it was exactly what Amanda was looking for.
Now if only the two of them would show up. Until then, she bounced on her feet as best she could; she didn’t want to risk jumping and breaking her heel, especially not when there was the inevitable luxury of what was to come.
Instead of an inevitable luxury, though, the first person she saw whom she recognized in the mass of dancing people was James, who was neither jumping around or getting grinded on. Instead, he was awkwardly scouting around the dance floor, the expectations of what he wanted growing painfully desperate by the second. Not that she didn’t know what exactly he wanted from her already; that was the reason why a pang of dread coursed through her body. No amount of liquid courage, she was realizing, would make her want to go anywhere near him.
Unfortunately, just how it was in that one class they took, Amanda was a James magnet, and he waved her over. “Hey, Amanda! Didn’t expect to see you here!”
Amanda took a deep breath. She literally just had to see him when they were playing pong. She invited him to this party. He gave her a fucking ride. Despite standing still, he walked over to her anyway, a wide smirk on his lips with the kind of intent that almost felt malicious. It was enough for her to reach into her blazer pocket and take a hold of her mace during her bouncing.
With her other hand, Amanda gave a wave which was cheeky in all the wrong ways. Instead of it being flirty, it felt defensive. She didn’t pull it out quite yet, though; not until there was a massive party foul would it be warranted, and despite this guy’s existence almost counting as one for her at this point, she held her tongue and braced for the worst.
“So, how are you liking the party?”
Amanda inhaled through her teeth. She knew what was coming with the small talk. “It’s fun. Enjoyed that little game of beer pong between us.”
“Yeah,” he said, bringing a hand to the back of his head. “That was kinda fun.”
“Made some new friends today, too.” Amanda’s smile grew a bit bigger.
“You mean that fuckboy who was on your team?” James asked, his gaze narrowing slightly.
“Tom is not a fuckboy, James. You’re one to talk about them when a guy wearing a fedora and no shirt was a better sport about losing than you!” Amanda’s eyebrows furrowed, crossing her arms in front of her chest. Hopefully the professor’s look made her somewhat more intimidating to him.
Apparently not. “Jeez, what’s your deal?”
Amanda wanted to roll her eyes, or at least grab him and shake him, but he was not worth the contact at this point. “Don’t call my friends fuckboys.”
James shook his head, mirroring Amanda’s actions. To be blunt, she was growing more scared of him; she was shorter and his musculature definitely overpowered hers. “I thought girls like you were supposed to be easy, so wouldn’t those guys be fuckboys if you like them so much?”
It took a few seconds for Amanda to think about what he had said, and once it clicked, it took all the restraint in the world and Tom standing behind her to ensure that she didn’t pull out the mace. Girls like her? Was this really what it was all about? It made the horrifying outfit make much more sense to her, and why he was so hellbent on being a professor with her as the student. She had been right all along in calling that thing a porno outfit; more accurately, it was a hentai outfit. She could feel a wave of nausea course through her spine, and she suppressed a gag.
There was absolutely no way that James was going to get what he wanted today if that was the way he was going to go for it. If she wanted to cover herself up more with her blazer because of what he was saying, she couldn’t imagine it going well for the many others that were like her in the party. He’d pull the same stunts and have it never work, especially when there were people here who had more savory intentions behind their smiles even if their end goals were the same. It was a saving grace of sorts, thinking that James would keep doing this again and again, only to get rejected.
Tom being behind her was a saving grace as well, because if James was going to go down that route, he might as well. If he was going to think that of her, she might as well show it. If it was easy James wanted, it was easy James got.
Except it was easy for Tom, and not him. Fucking Tom was already in her plans, and part of it was because he showed her respect as a beer pong player and as an individual. She was sure that even if Amanda wasn’t a girl like herself, Tom would have treated her the same way.
“Hey, Amanda!” Tom said. She turned around and saw not only him, but Bob also towering over her. A wave of relief crashed through her at the sight of them both. She had expected Tom, but Bob’s arrival was very welcome, not only as a second intimidating presence to ensure James and his racist antics were soon far, far away from her, but because Bob could easily be roped in with Tom.
If it was easy James wanted, it was easy James got, but for Bob too, and not James.
“Oh, hey!” Amanda flashed them both a smile before reaching forward and opening her arms, welcoming the two of them into an embrace that they were quick to reciprocate, although Bob lagged a bit. “How are you two?”
“I’m good. Still celebrating that beer pong victory,” He looked over Amanda’s shoulder and at James. “Hey, isn’t that the guy who played against us?”
“Yeah,” Amanda scoffed. “We were talking about the game, actually.”
“We were not!”
Amanda shook her head at James’ comment. She didn’t want him at the receiving end of a party foul that could lead to Tom and Bob being kicked out. “Sore loser, imagine that.”
“It happens to the best of us,” said Tom. Slowly, he pulled from Amanda’s embrace, and Bob followed not long after. From there, Amanda turned around and put her arms up in the air, throwing her head over her shoulder for a moment before wiggling her hips. “Let’s dance, guys!”
Already, James had disappeared into the crowd, perhaps to try his antics on someone else. Perhaps he had realized that he had absolutely no chance left, especially now that there was Tom and Bob that he had to compete with, or maybe he was looking for someone like her who would be more submissive to his whims (which Amanda seriously doubted existed at this party). Whatever the case might have been, James was finally out of the picture, hopefully once and for all, and that meant Amanda was free to enjoy the rest of her party.
And that meant grinding up against two lanky white dudes in funny outfits.
Amanda turned her head over her shoulder, looking directly into Tom’s eyes, and she could immediately feel her heart starting to speed up. She dug her teeth into her lower lip and pulled it back slightly, easing the thoughts that were racing in her head about this; Tom and Bob were, outside of a conversation and a game of beer pong, complete and total strangers to her. Before today she didn’t even know they went to the same school as her; hell, they could have been people from another school brought in by a friend. She could have been none the wiser about where they came from, though, because that wasn’t what mattered.
What mattered was that they were total strangers to her, and just as important, people who seemed like a good time to be around, which was the ultimate impetus for her to press her ass up against Tom’s crotch, swaying her hips from side to side and testing the initial waters with him.
Tom’s grasp on her hips was definite but not overbearing, pulling her just a bit more into his rolling hips. She wasn’t able to notice until she was against him how hard his body felt through the layer of what felt like felt. She dug her teeth into her lip just a bit more and ran her fingers up her body and through her hair, as if daring him to run those strong hands up and down her body.
It didn’t happen quite yet, though, and his insistence on keeping his hands on her hips led her to start asking questions; maybe it was for the best to get to know them a bit better. “So, what’s your major?”
“Chemical engineering,” Tom said.
Noting that Bob was just standing watch, Amanda reached for one of his arms and ran her fingers down it, immediately grabbing his attention. “And what about you, Bob?”
When it came time for Amanda’s fingers to graze the back of his hand, he grabbed her by the wrist, encompassing it between his thumb and first finger and squeezing lightly. “Business administration.”
“Cool, cool,” she said, curling her toes slightly into her shoe as she felt one of Tom’s hands slowly graze up her side. Turning to face him, the slightly questioning and exploratory glance on Tom’s face eased up as she shot him a smirk. It would totally be a waste of her to have these two on her and not have at least one of them do some manhandling, or at least, do enough to let her forget about all the crappy people of the night and that there were some good people out there. Tom and Bob were undoubtedly blessings for her plans on getting fucked to forget all about James.
As Bob pressed Amanda’s hand against his felt-covered torso, she not only basked in the feeling of his pickle costume, but also pressed hard enough to feel up the musculature that he was hiding underneath. Lanky was the wrong word to describe him, but a costume like that made it impossible to tell what kind of man he was. The only word that Amanda could bring to her mind was perfect. It didn’t really matter who he was in the classroom or anything like that. She was here to forget about all of the stresses of school, of classmates, of who she was supposed to be.
“What about you, Amanda? What are you going into?”
Okay, maybe she should at least remember that since they’re asking. “Oh, sorry,” she said, digging her fingers into Bob’s outfit. “I’m going into molecular biology.”
Like it mattered; it was small talk, talk smaller than the feelings that were brewing inside of her, especially as she could feel Tom’s, for lack of a better word, banana graze up against her thigh. At this point, his fingers were exploring her torso, running up and down her sides, only dipping in between to undo the final buttons on her blazer and exposing, once he opened it, a very visible expanse of tawny skin through a sweat-saturated tank top. The cool air tickled her lower belly and exacerbated the warmth growing even lower, tightening the knot of tension even more.
As much as she wished to have him underneath her hips for the rest of the night, though, she brought her hands to Tom’s wrists and pulled them away from her for just enough time so she could slide over and enjoy some time with Bob. Pressing her backside against Bob’s hips, she snaked a hand between Tom and Bob so she could pat Tom’s back, as if to pull him into her front.
It didn’t take too long for Amanda to be sandwiched between Tom and Bob, felt costumes rubbing up and down both her front and back.
Perhaps it was him knowing what was coming, or it was how her fingers trailed against his body earlier; it mattered little, because Amanda could feel his cock already hardened through his pickle suit, just as big as Tom’s, which was now pressing up against her lower belly. She grabbed onto Tom’s hips not just to support herself up, but to pull him in just a bit more, taking every bit of the sandwiching between ridiculously-costumed hard bodies.
Amanda took it all in. Their bodies pressing up against her soft curves, sandwiching her helplessly; their scents filling her nose and leaving her palate clouded with pheromones from not one, but two men who were going to fuck her tonight; the intent with which they ground into her, not minding at all that they were sharing her body, unlike the trains of grinding she saw earlier. Like she could even think about those people when she was sandwiched between Tom and Bob.
And their hands. How could she even forget about their hands, caressing her and feeling her curves through her clothes. The only apprehension she could feel was when their hands grazed against her mid-chest, daring not to take hold of her breasts; a bit of searching for their hands with her own and bringing each of them to her bosom was the invitation they would get and accept.
With the additional manhandling, Amanda was too hot and bothered not to kiss Tom right then and there, who eagerly kissed her back. Even though he wasn’t on the receiving end of four hands caressing and occasionally squeezing at her curves, he kissed back with equal vigor, even overpowering her and taking the lead in the kiss. She hummed pleasantly at the change of pace; it was just like everything else that took place between them, where she’d give an inch for these two to take into a mile. It didn’t hurt that she was literally burning, the heat of the floor getting to her especially with all the felt surrounding her in an already-conservative costume.
Tom and Bob must have been burning, too; it was the perfect impetus for her next move. She pulled away from Tom’s lips, licking any of the strands of saliva that connected them, and pulled back, letting out only one word. “Upstairs?”
Even through the deliriously perverted smirk on Tom’s lips and the darkened gaze in his eyes there was that shade of friendliness that welcomed her at the beer pong table, and it was enough for her smile to grow slightly giddy. She grabbed one of Tom’s hands, resting at her waist, and one of Bob’s hands, which was at the underside of her breast, and pulled them away from her. She licked her lips at the feeling of them, much larger than hers, and she intertwined her fingers between them.
Tom stepped back, giving Amanda plenty of room, and she started walking, giving just as deliberate a sashay as she did when inviting them onto the dance floor, through the beer pong court and the crowds that had formed around the tables. There was only one thing that was on her mind, and it was reaching the staircase that was in front of them.
As the crowd narrowed out, she felt a hand smack her ass. Looking back at the two of them, she paused for a moment, gave her hips a shake, and took another few spanks from them, trying her best to hold in the moan boiling up inside of her. From there, she continued her walk once they had a bit of their lust out of their systems, and they finally made it to the staircase.
The last thing that Amanda saw when she climbed up the stairs when she looked over the railing was James, looking back with a disgruntled expression. Her smirk grew, and she finished her climb to the second floor with Tom and Bob in tow.
She was going to leave him, like the rest of the mediocre fools who thought like him, like the boyfriends she had prior who treated her like that behind her back, behind.
Leading the two of them around, she looked around the hallways of the second floor, noting the closed doors, each of them a silent notifier that they were taken. The muffled chorus of moans that came from the walls started intermingling with the muffled club music below, creating a libidinous symphony that left Amanda’s heart racing. Dark eyes kept scanning in a hungry search for an open door, and she eventually found one that was ajar. She kicked it open and smiled.
The slight scent of gym socks and laundry was lingering in the air, and as she turned on the lights, there were a few clothes that were scattered around, but she didn’t care; her outfit and their costumes were going to join eventually, and the scent was going to be of the two of them in not that much time. Her tongue felt large in her mouth as she processed the excitement that was coursing through her, her hunger manifesting in warmth that led her already to shrug off her blazer and toss it aside with her purse before turning on her heel, giving the two of them a small smirk.
“So,” she said, “are you two clean?” Her lips curled up into a more reassured smirk as she asked her question, seeing as the weight of her words finally hit the both of them and she looked at the two smirks that were staring her down.
“Of course,” Tom said. “I always check before I go to a party. What about you?”
Bob nodded, leaving only Amanda to answer.
“Well, usually, I use protection,” she said, taking a few sashayed steps towards them. Once the distance was closed between them all, she ran her fingers along their backs, looking for the zippers of their costumes. They had been in them for long enough.
Her heart was racing so quickly that she was surprised it didn’t hitch her next words. “But I’m thinking you two can fuck me senseless and raw.”
Tom and Bob looked at each other as her words echoed throughout the room, and almost immediately, they nodded at each other. Amanda’s eyes widened and her toes curled against the soles of her heels. They agreed to it, and once they returned their gazes to her, she squirmed, the darkness in their once-blue gazes causing the knot in her lower belly to tighten even more.
She found their zippers and she pulled down as quickly as she could. Once her hands were at their lower backs, she pulled her hands away, letting them shrug their costumes out. Both of them were wearing tight, sweat-wicking shirts and shorts underneath, showing not only the slight bulge of their muscles but also much more prominent bulges in their shorts. Amanda’s legs wobbled slightly; she wanted to get on her knees so badly at that point and service the hardened pricks whose outlines were evident in what she, as she felt them up, found out was spandex.
The teasing grazes were enough, and even as she moved her hands upwards to slip them underneath their shirts, they were on top of her practically, pressing themselves up against her sides while hands rampaged up and down her body, squeezing at her curves through the fabric. Gone were the upbeat and kind souls that she had met at the beer pong table; the moment that door closed they had grown disrespectful, seeing her as someone to unload all their needs into.
And that contrast was so, so sexy.
Amanda mewled as one of their hands found the zipper to her skirt and pulled it down. She swayed her hips and let gravity do the work, a red velvet-colored patch evident on her exposed lace panties. Feeling them against her sides, she kept rocking, feeling their tented shorts grazing against the exposed skin of her ass reminding her that they weren’t even started with her.
That was enough for her to look up, at the two lust-filled faces that looked down at her, not just from the height difference, but from their pent-up arousal. She pushed herself up and kissed Tom on the lips for a few seconds before giving Bob a kiss in kind, thanking them both for what was about to happen.
As for what was about to happen, Bob asked a quick question after she pulled away.
“What do you want us to do?”
Amanda went quiet after a few seconds. It had been the first time that someone had asked her that. Most of the time, she simply followed through the wants and desires of her partner, but this was an exception that made the whole affair so much hotter; for that question, Amanda brought her hand down to Bob’s waistband, and she slowly pulled his shorts down, exposing his hardened cock which her fingers quickly grabbed. Her eyes widened at its size, fingers barely encompassing it.
“Whatever you want. I don’t care how rough you get. If I don’t want something from you, I’ll let you know.”
Tom and Bob both nodded, but Amanda didn’t notice, nor did she care. Instead, her gaze was locked on Bob’s cock, completely hard and pulsing in her hand. He had been kind enough to shave; at the very least, there wasn’t a forest that she would need to deal with. That wasn’t what impressed her the most about him, though. That was his size. Amanda felt like she would need both her hands for his length, and her fingers struggled to wrap around him.
Bob was big, and he was going to play with her however he saw fit. Her thighs tensed up as she rubbed them into each other, trying to get a bit of pleasure through her body before she felt large fingers trying to dig into the cleft between her legs. She parted readily and pushed her hips down into his hand as he ground his palm against her pussy, letting out a needy mewl as pleasure coursed through her.
“Mmm,” hummed Tom; his fingers curled into her crotch, applying pressure on her entrance and pressing his wrist into her clit. Amanda’s mouth parted and she let out a heated moan. Between that and the hands groping her breasts, she felt incredibly helpless in the best of ways. Already, the stresses of being a star student and dealing with the nuisances that plagued her college career were starting to fade into the cloud of lust, already fogging her vision; her glasses, she could tell, weren’t fogging up quite yet.
A spank from whom she assumed to be Bob brought her back to reality, if only momentarily. Her hand stroked his cock just a bit faster as it pulsed in her hand, a reminder that she was there to serve them just as much as they were there to help her, and her other hand grabbed onto Tom’s shirt to pull it up just enough to show off his abs and lower pecs, glistening with sweat.
Amanda licked her lips and brought them to Tom’s body, her lips gingerly pressing peck after peck against him, making sure not to mark him with her teeth. It was almost criminal that he was hiding such a delicious figure underneath such a ridiculous outfit, and she wanted him to know how she felt about its absurdity. She hummed between the kisses, suckling just a bit on each of them to let his sweat tingle on her lips.
It exacerbated Amanda’s hunger for them, and her hand soon found purchase on Tom’s shorts, pulling them out and bringing her hand to his cock to stroke in tandem with Bob. She focused on hands from that point forward, both hers as she stroked them off, and the way that their hands felt against her as she was manhandled.
It didn’t even process in her mind until a few seconds of stroking that Tom was comparably big, just about Bob’s size. All she cared about was stroking them, feeling them pulsing in her hands, and how hard they were. She moaned loudly, remembering that this was only the first thing they were going to do to her.
They were warming her up, and she was burning hotter than she could ever remember. It wasn’t even the alcohol talking at this point; it was pure arousal coursing through her, and a multitude of fantasies coursed through her, all of them things that she knew were coming in the very near future.
Amanda gulped. They were going to play into her fantasies, a very welcome variation of how she was used to being played with, like a delicate flower where every hint of libido was treated as a lewd novelty.
“Fuck…” Amanda groaned as Tom pulled her hand back from her sex to give her a soft slap, her eyes crossing at the pleasure. Legs bucking slightly, she soon found herself at her knees, and she tensed her thighs, letting herself get nice and personal with their cocks.
Their scents melded in her nose and she knew she was a goner; Amanda knew that it would be the last memory that wasn’t completely dictated by lust, and how her mouth watered at the smell. She parted her lips and stuck out her tongue, allowing either one of them to take charge.
Once Amanda let go of their cocks so she could bring her hands to her bun, undoing it so that it could be a ponytail instead, a hand found its way to the back of her head and Tom’s cock barreled into her mouth until he hit the back of her throat. Amanda gagged, her eyes closing at the shock of how suddenly he pushed into her. Her eyes fluttered open to the sight of still a few inches left of cock completely untouched by her lips. Wrapping her lips around his dick, she brought one of her hands to Tom’s base, and she grabbed onto Bob’s cock, stroking him off and giving him the occasional squeeze.
Tom let out a small hum, and Amanda looked up at him with wide eyes, salivating around his cock. She squeezed his base and ran her dainty fingers up and down the few inches that weren’t inside her. The moment she tried pushing back, Tom pulled her off of his cock, leaving Amanda gasping and letting her see the slight sheen of spit on his cock. From there, his hand left her hair and he grabbed onto his shirt, pulling it off his body and tossing it aside, all while Amanda kept stroking him, rocking back and forth on her haunches at the sight.
Looking up at Bob, she got another sight of glistening, bare musculature, and her hand stroked him off just a bit faster in approval. She wanted to lean forward and give his tip a quick kiss, but the moment she leaned forward, a hand found her ponytail and she was slammed into him, her lips stretching thinly around his cock.
Bob twitched as Amanda’s lips found her fingers, and she sucked hard, hollowing her cheeks in a desperate attempt to milk a slight amount of precum from him. He was so hard in her mouth, barely budging against her tongue swirling hungrily around him. She groaned against him, trying her best to swallow the pool of spit forming in her mouth.
Bob pulled away for just long enough for her to swallow, and his hips started pistoning, pushing his hard cock deep into her needy maw. Amanda’s eyes widened slightly as he found his pace, squeezing his base almost instinctively. She put all her focus on Bob for the moment, letting her hand freeze at Tom’s tip, trying her best to take all the thrusting inside her mouth. The red lacquer of her lipstick was already covering the outside of her pointer finger, and she acquiesced, removing her hand from Bob’s cock to run her fingers down his thigh.
Bob hissed as her fingernails dug deep into his skin, leaving whiter marks against his flesh, and he took it as an opportunity to dig deeper into her; he dug himself into her throat, his thick tip knocking against it and trying to push himself in, despite Amanda’s gags; they weren’t those of protest, as what was the best approximation of a smile on her face with her lips stretched around his cock could show. She fluttered her eyes shut and returned her attention to Tom’s cock, albeit because he had brought one of his hands to her wrist to kickstart her hand’s thrusts.
Drool and muffled moans alike spilled from Amanda’s mouth, the former landing on and further staining her tank top with every pull back of Bob’s dick. Her eyes grew watery, tears forming in the corners of her eyes as her throat fought Bob’s rough advances, her resolve growing weaker until a lucky push where Bob was able to manage to slip into her throat, pushing his tip down into her until his balls pressed against her lips, to the sound that was a mixture of a moan and retch.
“Take it,” Bob huffed as he pulled back, noting in the corner of his eye where Amanda’s hand was; it wasn’t on his leg anymore, but stuffed in her panties.
Amanda mewled as her fingers brushed against her clit, thighs tensing up as the pleasure wracked through her body. She opened her eyes to the sight of Bob’s hips growing close until her lips pressed up against him. She breathed through her nose, fighting her gag reflex as every inch of him was in her mouth, pulsing, moving, daring to treat her if she treated him well. She ground down on her hand and let out a low, needy moan around him.
Bob was too much on her mind, from his taste to his domineering, that after a minute or so of slaving her lips around Bob’s cock, forming a red ring against his base, Tom had pulled her away, or at least, as much as he could while Bob continued to fuck her throat.
“You brought me in here too, right?” Tom asked, grabbing onto Amanda’s wrist and stroking him. She hadn’t even realized that she was stroking him off–or that, in this case, she was too focused on Bob to even help Tom out. She put all her thought into stroking him off, gingerly twisting her wrist as an apology which Tom’s moans served as an acceptance.
Tom let out a huff, which Amanda thought counted enough, but it didn’t mean that she was done focusing on him like before. The moment that Tom let go of her head, Bob resumed his thrusting, and Amanda went to work, one hand rubbing her clit while her other hand stroked Tom off needily until she started feeling him throbbing in her hand. He was growing ready for her, but Bob seemed like he wasn’t going to pull away for any reason.
Only when she pulled her hand out of her panties and tapped it against Bob’s thigh did he pull away, strands of spit connecting her lips to his cock. She let out deep breaths as a glob of spit fell from her bottom lip to her tank top, rolling down the saturated garment. She looked at the two men, abs tensing with every breath they took, and her hands reached down to take handfuls of her tank top. She hooked her fingers into it and pushed it off her body, exposing to them her glistening, Korean skin.
That said, the moment her breasts were exposed, moderate in size and dotted with tiny brown nipples, both Tom and Bob were staring at them. She flashed a cheeky, lewd smile at them as she ran her hands up and down her sweaty body, making sure to run her fingers along her breast. She gauged the two of them, seeing their gazes grow darker and hungrier, and the smirks on their faces grow as they reached the breaking points with their depravity.
Once Tom got onto his knees and ran his hands along Amanda’s body, she knew that she had done everything she needed to. Her hands reached for Bob’s thighs and she turned to face her mouth to his cock, parting as widely as she could and sticking her tongue out to invite him back into her mouth. He accepted the invitation with the same brutality from before, and she grabbed onto his thighs, squeezing at him as he slammed himself into her.
Tom’s hands felt so much better than hers; they were larger, more calloused, and much more inclined to take big handfuls. He was a greedy man, one who definitely thought that since he couldn’t take her mouth that he had free rein on the rest of her body. With his hands brushing against her nipples and giving her chest a series of heavy, needy squeezes, he was proving himself right, grinding on her haunches to let out some sort of relief for herself.
“Are you having a good time?” Tom asked as one of his hands reached up to her throat, inadvertently feeling his partner’s cock stretch out her neck.
Amanda looked at him with fluttering, watery eyes, and forced the corners of her lips up in as much of a smirk as she could. She eagerly wiggled her ass at him as well, trying her best to cover every base in telling him how much she loved it.
Before she could rest herself on her haunches again, though, Tom grabbed her hip and pushed her ass up, bringing her onto her calves and having her ass point towards him. The hand once at her neck descended down her body and took a handful of breast, while his other hand moved down to her hips, running his palm against her ass and realizing it was much more than the handful that her breast was.
Tom let out a needy, hungry hum, and he pulled his hand away to send a smack across her ass. Amanda tensed and let out a needy moan against Bob’s cock, throbbing against her lips and picking up the pace just a bit more. She knew what was coming from that spank alone, and she wiggled her ass against his hand, as if begging for him to keep going or, even better, fill her up.
Amanda spread her legs just a bit more, and pointed her ass back, letting Tom take a glimpse of the wet spot that had formed on her panties, hoping that he’d take the hint of how burning she was. She did her best to shake her hips back and forth, letting her ass jiggle with every shake, every tensing of her thighs; that hand on her ass needed to be somewhere else, whether it was for leverage or in between her thighs.
Her wish was granted the moment that she felt his hand slip between her thighs and brush the fabric covering her pussy aside. Her eyes widened at the feeling of the cool air, and she braced herself, gripping tightly onto Bob’s waist as Tom pushed her ass just a bit more in the air, forcing her back onto her feet.
Tom grabbed her hips, leaving her feeling almost weightless as she was suspended between the two of them; she needed every moment of it, given how shaky her legs felt, leaving her ass quivering.
And then Bob eased up on her throat once more, pulling out but just enough for her to fill her lungs with a new breath of fresh air. Her tongue worshipped his tip as it moved back until it was pressed up against her lips. She darted it around him, lapping up the beadlet of precum that was against his tip, and suckled roughly, trying her best to milk him while she could taste it.
That effort went completely out the window the moment she felt Tom’s cock slip inside of her, spreading her needy hole apart. Her lips quivered slightly, holding tightly onto Bob as much as she could while letting out the loudest moan of the night thus far. Caught up in sucking Bob off, she hadn’t even realized what was going on until Tom was inside of her, and it was more than enough for her to melt, her pussy clenching tightly around him as he tried his best to barrel his thick cock into the depths of her cunt.
She was cumming already, and it was just from being spitroasted. The pleasure of being fucked coursing what felt like bottomless pleasure and being used and having an outlet from the stresses of her life was just too much for her brain and body to comprehend, but it wasn’t enough to stop Tom and Bob, who not only helped draw out her climax by continuing to be rough with their thrusts, but also fucked her through it, not even giving a moment to stop.
If she really wanted to stop, she would have tapped Bob’s thigh, but instead, she just succumbed to the pleasure of being shared, loving their differing rhythms and how her body was limply and lamely jostled between them.
It was its own sort of heaven, being treated like this, not having to worry about anything except making sure that the two of them wouldn’t do anything too rash. Her lungs burnt with aching desire as Bob thrust himself deep into her, and her toes curled whenever she felt Tom slamming her clit with his balls. Every moan felt like another bit of stress leaving her body, accepting the state that she was in, and it made sure to course through her just as much as her drool hit the floor with every pull back and her thighs tensed against Tom’s.
Her eyelids fluttered open and she looked at Bob, feeling just how swollen her eyes had grown from the relentless abuse he was giving to her. Yet, through the fogged-up lenses of her fake glasses she could see the desire having taken its toll on Bob; despite his thrusts staying the same, she saw the strain in his face, knowing that he was holding back from her. Her eyes met his, and he slowed down his pace, making sure to relish the moments inside her mouth as he knew they were coming to an end, and as he pushed himself deep into her throat, she swallowed around him, squeezing tightly around him in retaliation for not bringing everything he got.
Her prize came out not long after, when Bob pulled out of her, and she could see just how swollen he had grown. She licked her lips at the sight of his cock, rings of red at the base of his tip and down his cock. She flashed him a cheeky smile and stuck out her tongue, trying her best to take one final taste of his dick, but before she could, she felt his cock against her cheek. A few firm smacks left her stirring her hips into Tom, who had not stopped, and as she threw her head back to see what was going on, she saw a lack of that strain that was on Bob’s face. She immediately turned her attention back to Bob and tilted her head, glaring at her with dark brown eyes darkened further with lust.
“So, are you gonna cum all over my face, sir?”
Amanda’s eyes widened as she said that last word; it wasn’t even in her thoughts until she had said it. She could have just called her by his name and things would have gone well, but that slip of submission was enough to make her blush through her blush. She nervously bit at her bottom lip, hoping that Bob hadn’t taken notice of that.
As he reached down to cup her jaw and force her mouth open, she realized that Bob had heard her. He slammed his cock into her mouth once more, and she moaned needily against him, making sure to get her last few tastes of him.
Amanda received a lot more than the last taste she had expected, and Bob exploded deep inside of her mouth, filling her up with his hot seed. The taste immediately filled her tongue and nose, and she let out a needy moan, pressing her tongue against his underside as she was supplied with what she wanted more than anything. Amanda didn’t even swallow yet, just content on having her mouth filled and relishing in every throb from his cock.
Once Bob pulled away, she looked at him and stuck out her tongue, watching as a few droplets of cum fell to the floor. They locked eyes, and Bob stared at the pool of cum on her tongue. When Amanda stuck her tongue back in her mouth, some tried to escape from the corner of her mouth, which she, with what energy she could find, pulled a hand away from his hip to collect and bring back to her mouth. From there, she swallowed up her reward and stuck her tongue out again, letting him see that, like the good girl she was, she swallowed it all up.
Amanda couldn’t help but giggle when she saw Bob’s glistening, saliva-coated cock starting to harden, but she moaned not long after that; Tom was still going, and he was close to bringing her to her second climax of the night.
And with a well-timed spank, Tom was able to get Amanda to cum all over him, toes curling as her walls milked him like a vice. Through the fog of her lust she could hear him groaning out as he tried to thrust himself further, helping her ride out her orgasm for even longer. It left her moaning, only for her to be muffled by Bob’s cock once more. She moaned around him and gripped tightly onto his hips, digging her fingernails into his skin.
She dug deeper when she felt him reach over and spread her ass cheeks, and even deeper when she felt a finger prodding at her tight hole. Nobody had touched her there before: none of her boyfriends from the past and certainly not herself. She squirmed at the alien feeling and mewled; it was so out of the blue and so weird, but her mind was too clouded by lust for her to care. It might have been weird, but it felt good, and she looked up at Bob with teary, pleading eyes, tongue massaging his cock to harden him even more. Her eyes fluttered at every throb she felt until he pulled out of her, and not long after, Tom had pulled out, too.
As she collapsed onto the floor, she saw the two soaked cocks in front of her, one glistening with her spit, and the other slightly shining with her juices. She eased her grip on Bob’s hips and turned to face Tom. The scent of their sexes intermingling was overpowering, and Amanda brought her hands to Tom’s thighs, slowly stroking them as she closed the gap and pressed her lips against the underside of his tip.
She smiled as she felt him tense up when she hummed against him. She had planned on kissing the entirety of his cock, worshipping his underside and lacquering it with the last bits of red on her lips, but before she could, she felt both sets of hands lift her off the ground and throw her onto the bed, the cushion squeaking at the impact.
Amanda was quick to grow comfortable on the bed and she slowly turned towards them, resting her rear on the bed and spreading her legs wide open. She ran her hands along her leggings until she reached her mid thighs, and as fingers transitioned from hosiery to skin, she spread herself just a bit more, letting both of them get a glimpse of her pussy. She looked at both of them and saw their stares, and her smile grew just a bit wider, grabbing onto the waistband of her panties and yanking them down her legs, showing them both her swollen, shaved pussy. She felt their glances move downward and she spread herself open just a bit more, her hand slipping between her legs so she could push two fingers inside of her.
Her heartbeat was racing, and she squirmed as she finger-fucked herself; her fingers weren’t as big as Tom, but she knew those stares well enough, and she knew that it was only a matter of time before those fingers were somewhere else. Thus, she closed her eyes and enjoyed the precious moments she had alone.
The moment she heard the bed squeak again, her eyes darted open and she looked at the two men flanking her, one of them grabbing her hips and the other one running his hands up and down her body. Her glasses were too foggy for her to figure out who was who, but honestly, she didn’t care; she recognized them as Tom and Bob by how they felt her up at this point, and not by how they looked.
She was pulled onto the lap of the man with his hands on her hips, and she started rocking eagerly, feeling his heated prick press up against her folds. She let out needy groans and moans, the smile on her lips proving to be invaluable to both of them. They kept up the energy and enthusiasm, even as she was pushed off of the man’s lap just enough for her holes to be exposed.
She squirmed when she felt something wet press up against her asshole, and then she heard a voice, ostensibly Tom’s.
“Are you okay with me doing this?”
Yes, yes, a million times yes she was fine with it. These two had brought pleasure to her that she had never felt before, pleasure that she thought people were too scared to give her because of how delicate every last one of her ex-boyfriends thought she was; never mind that she had told a few of them that she had masturbated while teasing her ass. And those fingers pressing against her puckered hole were helping her forget all about that. They were treating her right, and with respect.
And when two fingers sunk into her hole, she relaxed and let herself take it, a final hungry sigh leaking from her lips that was quickly supplanted by cock entering her mouth. She suckled lazily around the cock and reached for his balls, feeling how heavy they were as she rolled them around in her hand while he thrust slowly inside of her, letting her taste both cock and her own pussy.
She made a mental note that she was sucking Tom off, and it was quickly relegated to the back of her mind. What mattered was that she was sucking cock, not the name of the person whom she was sucking off. He was a stranger, more or less.
And honestly, that was enough to turn her on even more, her other hand reaching down to finger-fuck her pussy while her other holes were being attended to.
She let out gurgled, muffled moans as the two of them played with her holes, readying her for what was to come. Their pace indicated that they were taking a small break, a necessity for Bob whose cock was hardening the more he played with her, and she wiggled around incessantly, trying her best to get the digits in her ass to spread her out just a bit more. She craved every bit of stimulation she could get, even during the downtime she was being given.
The moment she felt Bob’s fingers leave her asshole, she let out a groan, which turned into a whimper the moment that Tom’s cock left her mouth. She dared to slip a third finger inside of herself, but before she could, Tom grabbed her wrist and brought his crotch against her pussy. She moaned at the pleasure, her noises growing immediately louder as she felt Bob pressing his soaked, spit-caked cock against her ass. She knew what was coming next, so she grabbed onto the bed with one hand and reached for her breast with the other, fluttering her eyes closed so she could relish in being taken.
And being taken was exactly what the two of them had in mind, barreling their cocks into her holes and stretching her out in ways that made her cry out louder than she had throughout the entirety of the night; it felt like the air was ripped out of her lungs in the loudest scream she ever made. They were both taking her holes, one of which was untouched by cock until then, and it was unlike anything she ever felt before.
It felt so fucking good.
While Tom was quick to find his pace again, his hips clapping eagerly against the inside of Amanda’s thighs, Bob rocked slowly, pushing his cock in and out of her ass. He stretched her out thinly, his thickness enough to leave her eyes crossed in pleasure. It was like he knew she was untouched there, or it was the fastest he was comfortable going for now while he was still growing more aroused. Not that she could get the message out, not with how her mind was rattled with pure pleasure. She wiggled her hips, though, begging for more as her screams grew higher in pitch.
As Bob started moving faster in her ass, she squeezed the bed, her knuckles turning white as she felt the next orgasm immediately starting to form in her, the tension much larger and more violent than the previous few. The stimulation was too much, compounded by the hands grazing up and down her body, hungrily squeezing and smacking every curve they could take. Between their two hard bodies, all she could do was take it, completely powerless in the situation that she decided for herself. She could feel that her next climax was going to be huge, and her cries to let her cum were loud and brash, her throat growing more sore with every syllable.
Amanda’s next few orgasms came crashing down on her rather quickly. Neither of them froze up as she clenched around them tightly, leaving her to ride through her nerve-fraying peaks as long as her body could allow. Grunts and the occasional word of encouragement fueled her between her orgasms, as did the sheens of sweat that covered both her chest and back. Her body grew heavy with every thrust, but neither of them seemed to let up, slamming into her with the same intensity from before.
She hadn’t even realized that her glasses had fallen off her body and brushed off her and onto the bed below; her vision was too fogged whenever she opened her eyes to care.
“S-so fucking good…” she whimpered moments before Tom’s lips met hers, tongue slipping into her mouth and dominating it with the same ferocity that he was claiming her cunt. Completely dominated, she looked into his eyes, and seeing the flame that brewed in his, she rolled hers into the back of her head and came violently once more.
“Fuck,” she heard once she came to, a voice that she had to try her best to recognize. “You’re so fucking tight…”
Amanda let out a noise, a mixture of a wheeze and a huff. These two had done a lot to her, breaking her in together and leaving her a mess. Her holes were stretched wide by their thick cocks; Tom could have called anyone tight with what he was packing, much less Bob entering her asshole and taking her anal virginity.
Every rock, every time one was pushing while the other was pulling, every slap against her backside or inner thighs, and it all happening at the same time was too much for her to bear, but even then the hand that was once on her breast descended so she could give her aching clit some much-needed attention.
Amanda couldn’t necessarily remember anything that happened after that. Tom and Bob kept thrusting deep inside of her, jostling her around and letting her bounce against Bob’s lap every so often. Her hands tried to graze their muscular bodies so she could remember what they felt like as they sandwiched her petite body, the two who brought her to a state of pure pleasure. It was like she was floating in a pool of lust, submerged so far that she wasn’t even able to drown in it anymore. It was so much all at once; she was so wet that even the next knot of pleasure was feeling oddly watery.
Only Tom yelling out was able to pull her from her clouds, and it was only momentarily; what also helped was the sudden lack of cock in both her holes, and the memorable scene of a jet of liquid coming from between her thighs.
“Holy shit! She squirted!”
Amanda piqued up once she heard those words, but her entire body tensed up as her orgasm crashed through her, squirming almost pathetically on Bob’s lap. What she could see in the corner of her vision was Tom’s hand grabbing at his cock. She tried to reach for it as well, but her body simply wouldn’t respond to her actions, moving almost on its own accord as she rode out her orgasm.
As the squirting subsided, her hand found Tom’s cock and she started jerking him off, feeling how tense he had gotten. All that time he spent getting his cock milked by her pussy, and he was still hard. It was beyond impressive. It made her head spin even more than it already was, and she jerked him off as quickly and roughly as she could, continuing to let out heated moans as Bob continued to plow her asshole.
It didn’t take long for Tom to have his hands in her hair, slamming her head against his crotch. She parted his maw and hungrily took his cock in her mouth, moaning at the taste of herself on his cock. She suckled roughly on him, grabbing onto his thighs and squeezing roughly to support herself while Tom pushed his cock in and out of her mouth. He was slower than Bob, but with how he pulsed, she didn’t mind at all. For her, it was about savoring him while the pleasure of having her asshole taken coursed through her.
Amanda’s lips quivered slightly as Bob picked up the pace a bit more inside of her ass, his cock throbbing wildly inside of her. She could feel herself losing her balance, but it might have been how his thrusts became more irregular, leaving the wiggling of her hips with no room for further improvisation. She whimpered against Tom’s cock as Bob grew ever closer to cumming, feeling his balls tightening up against her folds whenever he bottomed out inside of her.
The scene didn’t take too long to be interrupted, though, as the door had opened. Not that either Tom nor Bob stopped their thrusting, but they all looked at the ajar door, continuing their fucking, and Amanda looked as far aside as she could and, as she saw the image of a distraught James standing at the door, slammed herself forward and let out as loud a moan as she could, even if it hurt her throat and was muffled by Tom’s cock. Outside of that, though, the scene froze for a second, with everyone staring at James, and James looking back, a mixture of disgust and disappointment on his face as he slowly closed the door.
Once the door slammed, it was back to business. At least, it was for Bob. Tom pulled out and looked at Amanda with a slightly concerned expression.
“Wasn’t that that guy from the beer pong game?”
Amanda nodded. “Yeah… I don’t care, though. He’s not like a boyfriend or anything, despite what he might say.”
Before Tom could reply to her comment, he let out a groan as she engulfed Tom’s cock with her mouth, sucking him off. She wasn’t even thinking of James anymore; rather, she was busy with the two cocks that were supposed to be fucking her; at least, once a bit of sucking was underway, and Tom brought his hand to her hair, the two people fucking her.
“Fuck,” Bob groaned as he bottomed out inside of her, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as she felt that telltale throb. “I’m going to cum!”
Amanda moaned, giving him the green light. If that weren’t enough, she pushed her hips back into his, making sure that every inch of his cock was in her ass as he blew his load inside her. She whimpered as she felt the hot cum fill up her orifice, the sensation so strange but so good; it was a perfectly fitting ending to her asshole getting filled up with cum. She even stopped sucking Tom off so she could enjoy and concentrate on the feeling of her ass being filled up, a smile forming on the corners of her lips that weren’t taken up by cock.
She was definitely going to include more anal in her masturbation from now on.
As Bob softened inside of her, it took just one movement back of his hips for his cock to leave her ass, a dollop of cum leaking from her hole and onto his cock. The feeling made her shiver, but it made her look at the cock in her mouth in a different light; hadn’t she swallowed a load already? That was enough for her to pull away and look up at him with wide, dark brown eyes.
“Don’t you want to cum in my pussy instead, sir?”
There was that word again. It slipped out just as hastily as it did last time, but this time, she didn’t care; they both earned that for fucking her so well, for giving her much-needed reprieve from the chaos of school, the sheer amount of homework she dealt with, the nagging of parents when she wasn’t commanding the grade curve. It wasn’t over, either; Tom was close to cumming, and she was going to let him cum wherever he wanted.
“I’m on the pill, so you don’t need to worry.”
Anywhere he wanted.
She turned around and dug her hands into the bed right next to Bob, pushing her knees back so they were straddling his legs, but instead of sitting on him, she stuck her ass in the air, letting Tom see her aching, needy cunt and her gaping asshole, leaking a small amount of cum out. She stared at Bob’s cock, particularly at the dollops of seed that speckled it, and she pushed her face forward, letting her tongue run along his member.
It tasted bitter, but every drop of cum was worth it, especially as she felt her pussy being stuffed with cock once more. Her fingers curled into the bed while she finished cleaning Bob off, who ran his fingers through her hair in a caress. Gone was that dominant energy that was once flowing through him when he plowed her, leaving that all to Tom.
And Tom did that and more, thrusting deep into her pussy and slamming his hips against her ass, flushed red from all the contact prior. His hands ran up and down her skin, her sweat slicking his hands and letting him graze her with ease. She let out a low huff and planted her lips against Bob’s cock, sending muffled moans through his member but it wasn’t enough for him to grow harder. He was spent, leaving Tom to finish her off.
Once she was done cleaning him, though, Bob grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her up to his level, letting her enjoy a kiss while her pussy was dominated. He stuck his tongue inside of her mouth, letting them swap saliva, and Amanda eagerly twirled hers around his, letting him swallow every moan as Tom spread her tight hole apart. Her fingers found his shoulders and dug into them, relieving every bit of pressure that was forming in her.
It didn’t take too long for her to cum around Tom, and that was able to slow him down, a first for him. He was finally reaching his limit, and that was enough for her to, once the waves of her orgasm were small enough for her to have control of her body, wiggle herself against him, clenching herself around him to try to make him cum.
It didn’t take too long for him to pick up the pace until it reached the haphazard pulsing she had felt from Bob, and it didn’t take too long after that for him to fill her cunt up with his seed. She moaned loudly as she felt him fill her up with white-hot semen, thick and very copious. He pulsed quickly, spewing it out at an alarming rate; it was like he was going through more than one orgasm at the same time, ravaging his entire body and filling her up with all the lust that had accumulated inside of him throughout the night.
Once he softened up, he collapsed onto the bed and took a deep breather. Amanda then rolled into bed between the two of them, a small smile on her face as she looked down at her stuffed, sated holes. She brought a hand down to clean up any cum leaking from them, and brought them to her lips, letting herself get a final taste of the night before relaxing. One hand reached for each of them, and they both ran their hands along her body, making sure not to overlap too much.
“Mmm,” Amanda said. “That was fun.”
“You can say that again,” said Tom.
Bob simply nodded, a smile growing on his face. “Yeah. I really needed that.”
“Same,” said Amanda. “That was definitely some of the best sex I’ve ever had. Actually, it probably was the best.”
Tom laughed. “Glad we could entertain you. Didn’t think you’d be wanting us in bed.”
Amanda giggled and pressed a kiss against his cheek. “You don’t go to a party without hoping for something surprising to happen, right?”
“I guess so,” Tom said, looking at the clothes scattered around, drenched in sweat and, in the case of some of Amanda’s clothes, other fluids. “You wanna relax for a bit before we go back downstairs?”
Amanda let out a small yawn and looked at the two of them, her hands slowly descending down their torsos and back to their crotches. “If you two aren’t down for another round, we can go back down soon. We got all night, you know.”
Amanda smirked as she felt them both twitching in her hands, knowing that their refractory periods were coming to an end. Whether or not they were up for it, she didn’t know.
It would be a pleasant surprise if it happened. But if not, well, she had planned for that, too.
“Also, I’m gonna want your numbers before I leave. I live in a single dorm.”
“Oh, yeah,” Tom said. “You got your phone on you, right?”
“It’s in my purse!” Amanda said, pushing herself out of bed and immediately collapsing onto the floor. She was almost appalled at how she fell so quickly, but considering how roughly she had been fucked, she had expected it. “Can you get that for me, Tom? It’s by my blazer.”
It didn’t take too long for Bob to pick her up from off the ground and for Tom to get her phone, which he put in her hands immediately. She unlocked it, and both of them put their numbers in her contacts.
“I’ll make a groupchat for us, just in case I get bored one night and need some company. You two wouldn’t mind that, would you?”
“Not at all,” said Tom.
“Nope,” remarked Bob.
And with that, they rested in bed for a bit longer, relaxing and restoring their energy for the party. They all exchanged running hands and the occasional grope, but the more that Amanda felt them up, the more that she realized that they were spent for the night. It wasn’t like she was ready to go for another round, either, but it was still something that was worth entertaining.
It didn’t take too long for them to get out of bed, put on their costumes, and return to the party. It did feel a bit weird for Amanda to hold their loads inside of them wearing just a red thong, but outside of the slight weirdness of walking, which she could attribute to heels, it wouldn’t be like anyone noticed their absence.
Except James, but he didn’t matter. Amanda could do better than such a self-aggrandizing, fetishistic dickwad.
After all, she pulled two of them at once. She didn’t even need his stupid outfit.
The one thing that was left in the bedroom were the glasses.