This is a story from college that gained a bit of notoriety on campus. Fueled by peer pressure, alcohol and youth, we got ourselves into interesting situations routinely. I was about 20 and I lived in a large 5 bedroom apartment with 4 other college girls. The college was a large east coast private school that had the usual attendants. Daddy's money fueled huge multi-apartment parties where clicks of guys and gals clashed. We’d party, fight and fuck the weekend through, only to recover through classes at the beginning of the week and start right up again on Thursday night.

Though I lived with all girls, my real group of friends was a solid crew of guys that treated me like one of the boys, with the occasional issue of them feeling friend zoned. At the time, I was unaware of how they might have felt and enjoyed the simple unobtrusive way we hung out. Pre-game, bars, parties, post drinking dinners, hangover brunch, walks and adventures. It was the early 2000s and house music reigned; girls had bright highlights and white eyeliner. The guys had cargo shorts, a t-shirt with a sport or company logo and a backwards hat or spiked hair. On all accounts I was a knockout: a little thicker than where I am now, but it worked to my advantage. I’ve got a natural style now with minimal clothes, but back then we got dolled up: makeup, hair, high heels and short dresses. These days I wouldn't wear panties but younger me tolerated a thong- I didn't know that nothing is much better!

On Saturday nights, we would go out to the bars with my friend group, big guys, buying me drinks and then helping me get back to the apartments once I got too wasted. I’d get nice and sloppy, shoes in hand, dress sliding up as one of the guys supported me, arm around my side. We would make it back to the court and then go back to their apartment, right below mine.

One of the roommates in my guy-friend group was notably handsome, he had the interest of multiple girls in the apartments, some of my roommates even. Everyone called him “Steve A”. He was olive skinned, with dark spiked hair, strikingly cut facial features, pronounced jaw line, muscular neck, thick lips and Roman nose. The most memorable thing about his face were his piercing blue eyes, they stood out from all his dark features and always seemed to have a mischievous glint to them. I lived right above his room and could usually hear his escapades when I left the party early and holed up in my room to escape the people.

Hearing moans and squeals from downstairs with no visuals is actually quite stimulating and more than once I laid there in my bed, propped up on pillows with my legs open. Quietly rubbing my clit so as not to miss the sounds of the girl downstairs cumming for Steve A. I would try to time it so that I’d cum along with her. Thinking of what I might be doing with him to get those sounds.

There was some talk amongst the girls about how Steve was a bit of a creep and would film sometimes, but my friends wouldn’t give me a straight answer when I asked. They would tentatively say that he was an "alright guy". I didn’t really care, I thought being filmed sounded sexy. I got the feeling that some of my guys might have been privy to his cinematography, judging from the occasional get together in his room to watch videos. Maybe they didn’t want to ruin a good thing by telling me about it: Steve A gets the girls, films them, and then they get to watch!

I was never invited to watch even though I was a verified “cool girl” and could hang when the late night turned to watching a porn on the big TV in the living room. When you are the one girl in a group with guys you gotta be cool. They don't constantly stir the pot like my girlfriends did and in return for their easy ways, I might have to watch porn with five other guys on the couch. Easy!

On this night we had finished up at the bars and were drinking back at the apartment. One of my close friends, Matt, and I had a corner on the couch in the living room. We were just drunkenly telling stories and joking around with the crew, when one of the other guys decided to put on a video. I turned to Matt, "bet you a drink it's a porn", he lifted his eyebrows, a glint in his eyes. He was a good guy, smart and sweet, skinny and with hidden good looks that would probably peak in his thirties and on. At that time he had a young look and sadly, he was squarely friendzoned by me. Looking back I feel bad about it, he definitely had a thing for me, but he was just too nice! He’s probably a serious catch now though.

The trailers finished and “BUTTMAN'S EUROPEAN VACATION” flashed on the screen. "I knew you'd be right" he said and started to get up to get a drink.

"That's alright I'll get one, I have to pee." I lifted my feet off the disaster of a coffee table, the classic glass ones, filled with beer bottles, ashtrays, a bong, bag of pot and all the associated junk that goes with the college dude experience. Once standing I pulled my little dress back down to cover my butt before too many eyes could assess the situation and went through the back hall to pee.

Lucky me! Steve A was in the hall, leaning very confidently toward a cute blond chick while she talked. He just smiled and listened, at one point he brushed a piece of hair out her eyes and back behind her ear, he locked eyes with her and lowered his lips down to her just as I walked by. I disturbed them and he pulled up to look at me.

"Hey Stevie," I said, glancing at the blond chick, "you planning on having some fun tonight?".

He smiled slyly and turned to me, "not as much as we could be having, right Heather?” She flashed a seductive smile at me and pulled Steve in for a kiss. It was hot.

Back from the bathroom, beers in hand, I walked into the living room to a truly trashy scene. An all out orgy played on the large screen TV, and the boys were drinking and cheering them on. One couple was getting some serious encouragement, it sounded like a winning football team. The man, who I assumed was Buttman, had his partner's legs way up in the air with her head crunched down on the floor, getting rammed into the side of the couch. Her pussy, with a classic 90s landing strip on top and shaved lips below, was on full high definition display. However, to everyone's delight, it was not Buttman’s main focus (as you might imagine). He had his giant, veiny cock lubed up and was balls-deep in her little ass. When he pulled back he would pause for dramatic effect and let the cameraman document her exceptional gape, a seasoned professional.

Once I took it all in, I went back over to Matt on the corner of the couch. But it had gotten more crowded since I had left and there was no room, "Here Scarlett, you can have my spot," he said, starting to get up. I noticed that he had to do a considerable amount of readjustment to his shirt bottom and pocket, maybe I caught sight of a little bulge beginning and I thought I'd have a little innocent fun.

"Oh it's OK I'll just sit right here." I bumped him back down with my butt and settled down on his lap, my cheeks fitting right over his hard bulge that was now very noticeable through his pants. I rocked back and forth to get comfortable and then sat back, leaning on the couch side and started on my beer. He did the same, but I didn’t turn around to see what he thought, I just watched the video.

We sat like that for a few minutes, the heat between us building as we watched Buttman and his partner drinking our beers. Buttman was fully destroying her asshole, and I was impressed. Full disclosure: I'm not immune to stupid porn, there's something about it that gets me going. I wouldn't be rubbing one out and orgasming to scripted porn at home, but watching one alongside a bunch of guys while sitting on my friend’s growing cock throbbing against my butt, was certainly turning me on. I sat and watched and adjusted my weight on Matt’s lap, but I kept thinking about what Steve A was up to with the little blond, Heather. Maybe he had her all curled up, ass in the air, his big cock and muscular body, filling her up, maybe even fucking her ass? I kind of wanted to find out.

I noticed I was subconsciously rocking on Matt, my skirt riding up to my hips. Everyone in the dim room seemed to be fully distracted watching the porn and not noticing him move his hands up to the sides of my legs. Or at least politely not saying anything as I got my feet better planted in a wider stance on either side of his legs. Everyone cheered for a cumshot across the screen, I used the distraction and leaned forward and arched my back, tilting my pussy down so that I could feel Matt's hard cock rubbing my pussy lips through the thin fabric of his pants and my thong.

Another rope of cum shot over the sweaty woman’s face on the TV and with that cheer I spread my legs a little bit wider and rocked a little further, sliding my skirt most of the way up so that he was probably getting a good view of my ass and thong. I didn't look back, I just kept my steady motion, probably dripping a wet spot onto his crotch, and he just stayed still like nothing was happening, leaning back slightly and attempting to cheer with the other boys. The slutiness of the moment was getting to me and I was getting hot, I had my hands on Matt's knees, leaning forward and my legs spread, sometimes bumping the feet of the next guy over.

I stopped caring about the others on the couch. Breathing heavy, I arched forward, hair falling down over my arms. I tried to keep my head up to maintain the facade of watching a porn with the boys, but I was having trouble focusing. I felt Matt's hands under my butt, a finger came up and rested beneath my asshole, pushing the string of my thong in and out of it while I rode him. The extra stimulation put me right over the edge and I stiffened up and squeezed my legs together on his, and rocked forward as much as I could to put some pressure on my clit. He slid the thong aside and pressed his finger inside my ass the smallest amount and a rush of heat poured out of me. I shifted awkwardly as I started to orgasm and knocked over my beer on the messy coffee table. Breathing fast and flushed I sat up as best I could, still trembling slightly and tried to act normal even though I was mid-orgasm.

"Ohh fuck!” I gasped, “Uhhh, party foul, ughh, I'll get it, cleaned up" I said in a breathy voice between the moans that I couldn’t hold back while I tried to speak. A few of their faces registered interest, and maybe a little lust. Most of the guys took their eyes from the sweaty porn stars and looked at me, all flustered and flushed and moaning now holding the spilled beer bottle. I locked eyes with a few of them and that sent me over the edge again, the whole room watched me have an orgasm while sitting on Matt’s lap. My mouth open, hair sticking slightly to my damp face, one eyelid refusing to stay open, trembling slightly while I flexed my legs open and closed. I stood up and fixed my dress as soon as I could control myself, with all the eyes on my thighs and butt, they probably caught a good view of my red thong. Luckily, Matt was smooth and I saw him cover the wet spot I had left on his pants with his t-shirt.

I stumbled to the kitchen where I cooled off and caught my breath and started to get the paper towels. Just then Steve A came around the corner into the kitchen and stood in front of them, blocking my path. He was now shirtless with thin gym shorts on, their gray cloth leaving little to the imagination. They were just hanging onto those little hip flexor muscles that make the outer delineation of the delicious V that was pointing down to his thick cock, visibly swinging beneath the thin fabric when he moved. His skin had a slight sheen on it that made it look like he was working hard, I pulled my eyes up to meet him.

"What have you been doing?" he said, "you're all flushed." Surprised to get called out like that, I nervously adjusted my thong waistband and smoothed my hair.

"Oh nothing, we were just watching a porn in the living room, there was a thrilling anal scene. Also I could say the same to you" I said, feeling the remnants of the orgasm I had giving me a little extra sauciness.

He got a little closer, "oh I love anal, maybe I’ll try it tonight." It almost sounded like he was talking about me and his sly grin made it an enticing request, “and I was just giving Heather a quick break.”

"Oh, does she need some rest to get ready for round two?" I smiled and leaned against the counter closer to him.

"No, it doesn't seem like she’s into it tonight. Maybe she needs a little help, could you come show her what you learned from the video?" My eyebrows went up in surprise but after the ride on Matt I was just worked up enough to consider it.

I started to press my hips toward his thinly veiled body and just brushed him as Matt stumbled in looking bashful. "Did you find the paper towels, Scarlett? Oh hey… Steve?" Matt gave a questioning glance at our closeness and tensed up, his hand reflexively moving to his crotch to adjust.

"I was just asking Scarlett if she wanted to come show me and Heather what was in the porn you just watched," he looked at Matt smiling and pointed, "what happened to you, got a little too excited?"

Matt adjusted his shirt to cover the wet spot on his crotch, it was bigger than I had thought. Uhh I’m still so wet, I thought. "Nothing uh, Scarlett spilled a beer I was coming to help get it cleaned up." He reached for the paper towels but noticed that I already had my hand on them, reaching around Steve who still stood in the way, a sexy problem.

"Well Scarlett, last chance. We could really use your expertise." Steve said to me with that smirk.

"You'll just have to think about it while you're...busy" I said.

He smiled and shrugged, then turned to go back to his room, "door’s open, goodnight!" he left and it was just Matt and I in the small kitchen. I was thinking about what it would sound like in Steve’s room tonight and thought that I could definitely handle a third orgasm from my bed. Or Steve’s bed, maybe?

"Scarlett," Matt said and moved in much closer than I was expecting. "Do you want to stay here tonight?" I took a small step back but didn’t answer.

"I thought you might want to sit on me, without an audience." He said. I laughed but his attempt at being smooth was falling short, especially compared to shirtless, smiling Steve and his thin shorts.

I started to answer him but before I could get the words out Heather came down the hall from Steve A’s room.

“I’m out of here,” she said.

“Are you OK?” I asked.

“Ya I guess, it's just that Steve is so extra tonight. I just can’t.” She turned and went for the door, I looked down the hall from where she had come and Steve’s door was open slightly, warm light spilling out into the dark hallway. An enticing image. I wonder what she couldn’t do, I thought as I went to clean up my spill, Steve A and the Buttman mingling in my mind.