I got there early. It was a really long ride on the bus, and I wanted to have time to freshen up before the party. I found the frat-house easily, and texted Brad to look out the window while I stood on the front lawn, waving. His face was a picture, although he didn't seem quite a pleased to see me as I'd hoped. I think the thought of me actually seeing for myself what went on at one of these frat parties made him nervous.

Good - that was kind of the point, after all.

We went up to Brad's room, so I could take a shower and a nap after the journey.

~ * ~ * ~

His frat brothers seemed a lot happier to see me when I came downstairs, later - probably because of my outfit.

I'd decided that, if Brad wanted a slutty girl, then that's what I'd be for him. So, I had attacked some old jeans with a pair of scissors, and turned them into a pair of tight shorts. They really were short, too - at least half of my bare ass was on display, and a tiny thong was the only underwear I could possibly wear with them. Aside from the shorts, I was wearing my white boots and a tight white tank top that left most of my stomach bare.

I was getting a lot of very friendly smiles from Brad's friends. I guess frat boys really like sluttily-dressed blonds showing off their long legs and a lot of skin - who knew?

Brad introduced me to a few of his housemates, whose names I promptly forgot, but he was pretty busy getting things ready for the party, so we didn't get much of a chance to talk.

I could tell he was pretty uncomfortable having me around, though - too goddamn bad.

~ * ~ * ~

When the party finally got started, it was actually a lot of fun. There were so many people there that even that huge house felt quite crowded, and the people were a lot more ... normal, I guess, than I had thought they'd be.

I'd imagined that everyone would be really smart, and that I'd feel like a stupid country bumpkin around them. But it wasn't like that, at all - they were just a regular bunch of guys and girls, exactly like I was used to hanging out with at home.

Well, not exactly, I guess. None of the kids I knew at home smoked dope, for a start. The air was so thick with the smoke that I felt a little dizzy - or that might have been the beer. I didn't usually drink very much, so I tried to remember to take it easy.

I even saw Kelly, who was the girl Brad told me about - you know, the one they'd 'pulled a train' on. Brad pointed her out to me. I know it was probably stupid, but I couldn't help feeling a little jealous, even though Brad told me yet again that he'd just watched and not participated.

At first, the party didn't seem particularly wild. Sure, there was a lot of drinking and stupid games about who could drink a whole beer the fastest - pretty much what you'd expect when people our age party. But, as the night went on, things did start to heat up.

I heard a loud cheer from a group of guys on the other side of the room, which turned out to be some girl losing a drinking game and her forfeit was to take off her shirt. Pretty soon there were lots of girls walking around in their bras - those who were wearing bras, anyway - and guys naked from the waist up. Nice eye candy, for the most part.

I decided I wasn't going to be playing any drinking games, tonight. I didn't have anything on under my thin tank top, and my nipples were already really obvious.

Mine weren't as obvious as Kelly's, though. She was one of the girls who'd lost her shirt, and what do you know - she wasn't wearing a bra. What a shocker.

She was walking around, giggling and laughing, her big boobs bouncing around for everyone to see. When she came up to Brad and started rubbing herself against him, like I wasn't even there, I got really mad.

I grabbed a couple of shots and chugged one of them down - it was tequila, and I felt the warmth in my throat as it burned its way to my stomach. I emptied the other glass into my mouth, but held the liquor there. I grabbed Brad's head and pulled him down to kiss me, letting the booze spill into his mouth as our tongues met. I wanted to show him that I knew how to party, too - that I could be just as much fun as any of these college girls. Plus, I wanted to show that slut Kelly, and all of the rest of them, that Brad was taken. He was mine, and I'd be damned if I'd let these college whores steal him away from me without a fight.

At first, Brad was surprised - I was always quite shy, and I didn't usually let him do anything like this where other people could see. But, he soon got into it - very into it, actually. He kissed me really hard, his tongue thrashing deep in my mouth, his hands on my bare waist.

It turned me on too, to do this in such a public place. I guess my inhibitions had been lowered by the booze I'd had - yeah, that must have been it ... sure. The thought of everyone watching us, especially Kelly, made me really hot. I kissed him back just as hard, moaning a little into his mouth and grinding my hips into his crotch. I could feel the hard bulge of his cock, and I rubbed my mound back and forth, shamelessly pushing myself against it.

That's when Brad started to move his hands up my body.

He slid his hands higher and higher, pulling the bottom of my tank top up and up, exposing my breasts while he rubbed his thumbs on my nipples. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Kelly standing there, an annoyed expression on her face - I guess she wasn't used to guys ignoring her while she was shoving those huge tits in their faces. Anything that annoyed her was just fine with me, so I let Brad lift my top up so that my tits were fully displayed to the whole room.

I heard a bunch of guys yelling and cheering. Surprisingly, I felt good - I was enjoying hearing their appreciation as they looked at my body. I guess I have an exhibitionist streak in me, somewhere.

I broke off the kiss, looking Brad in the eye as I pulled the tank top over my head, dropping it to the floor. The guys in the crowd went wild, hooting like a bunch of gorillas.

Brad kissed me some more, his hands roaming all over my body - squeezing my tits or running up and down my back. I was getting so turned on by this whole situation. Brad's hands were holding my head as he kissed me, deeply, and that's when I felt someone else's hand on my ass, fingers sliding up underneath the bottom of my shorts.

I gasped with surprise, but I couldn't turn my head - Brad was holding me. He glanced behind me, and then looked back into my eyes. He just held me like that while a warm hand squeezed my ass-cheek. He didn't say a word. He didn't have to - I knew he wanted me to let this happen.

I was a little scared. I couldn't even see whose hand it was, groping my ass - not that I knew any of these people, anyway. But, I was turned on too. It was so wicked, making out with my boyfriend in a room full of strangers, letting some random guy shove his hand up my shorts. I gave a tiny, nervous nod, and Brad's face lit up with a beaming smile. It felt like ages since I'd seen that special glow in his eyes when he looked at me, and I just melted.