I was in a frat at University and worked at an upscale department store. One of the girls that worked in cosmetics came up to me to tell me that Christy from hosiery thought I was cute, and wanted me to go with her to her sorority date party. The classic get someone else to communicate for you.

Christy wasn’t really my type, though she was cute. She was a little thicker than the girls I normally listed after. Didn’t see any reason not to go, I knew a lot of the girls in the sorority Christy had just rushed, I’m sure we would have fun.

The party was pretty standard, lots of drinking and dancing. Christy kind of gazed at me like a puppy dog most the night. She looked good though, wearing a short sequin dress that hugged her curves. We had fun.

On the bus ride home we sat behind Diane and Christy’s brother who was Diane’s date. Diane was fucking hot. Blonde, big tits, tall and thin. We’d hung out occasionally at the frat house. It didn’t look like her date was going so great, which I wasn’t mad about, wishing I was with her. Thinking about her was making me horny.

Christy leaned her head on my shoulder, snapping me out of my daydream. She was staring up at me again with that dreamy look. It occurred to me she would do anything I asked. Leaning towards her with my back towards the aisle in the bus I spread her legs apart and slid my hand up her thick thighs. She gasped a little, loudly but no one heard among the noise and chatter. I put a finger over her mouth, looked in her eyes and nodded, her eyes wide she nodded back.

She spread her legs a bit more while I slid her panties to the side and began to rub her pussy. Then I began to finger her, softly at first and then more quickly. Something about the fact that I was staring at the back of her brothers head while my fingers were inside his sister turned me on more.

Christy’s dress was hiked up almost to her hips, her pussy wet and slick. I felt someone’s eyes on me and looked up to see Dianne looking back from her seat, a blend of curiosity, jealousy and hunger flashed across her face. I just smiled and winked.

When we got back dropped off in front of the sorority I told her she should come back to the frat with me. I did catch a rather nasty look from her brother as I grabbed her hand and we started walking towards my house.

As was typical on a Friday night there was plenty of partying and activity going on at the frat. My roommate was also at the date party and was headed back with his girlfriend Carly.

When we got in my room we started making out. Something was bothering me though, Christys legs were slightly prickly, not smooth and clean shaven. I told her she needed to take care of that. She seemed embarrassed, but willing. She borrowed a pair of shorts and a T-shirt from me and I took her to the shower to shave.

Back in the room we climbed up in to the top bunk. I could hear that my roommate was getting busy in the bunk below. We undressed and I asked Christy to suck my dick, which she did gladly, though she wasn’t so great at it. I gave her some direction, she was a good student.

She quickly got on her hands and knees when I asked her too. I got the sense she hadn’t done this very often. I moved up behind her large ass, slid a condom on and guided my cock in to her from behind. She moaned and instantly dropped down to her forearms, head on the mattress. I took it slow, enjoying the rhythm, burying myself in her to the hilt. She muffled her moaning shoving her face in the mattress. The bunk was rocking, and Carly’s moans from the bottom bunk meant my roommate was putting in the work too.

Carly started to get louder, and I suddenly felt like I was in a competition. I pulled Christy back up to her hands. No longer muffled she began to give Carly below a run for her money. Firmly gripping Christy on the hips I began to thrust faster, and harder. Quick loud pounding was the rhythm accompanying Christys now loud and unceasing moaning.

Sounds from the bottom bunk had finished, Carly was quiet while Christy started making a new sound, a high pitched drawn out ahhhhhh sound, interrupted by the staccato of the pounding I was delivering. The evening drinks working some longevity magic. As Christy collapsed back to her forearms I came. Beautiful release. I collapse down next to Christy, still lying with her ass in the air. Our eyes met, her expression was one of exhaustion, confusion and a touch of embarrassment. She wasn’t exactly sure what had just happened, and how she had lost control.

I smiled at her, thanked her for inviting me and told her it was a hell of a lot of fun I had to leave early in just a few hours so I told her I’d walk her home. We never really hung out after that. I felt a little guilty about just fucking her and sending her on her way. It was pretty obvious that wasn’t her normal style. Nothing to do about that now.

The next night I had a very unexpected visitor climb in to my bed unannounced. But that is another story.