Theresa Diamond hated men. She hated the way their eyes always
locked onto her DD-breasts even when having a serious
conversation. She hated the way they always whistled and shouted
lewd offers at her when she walked by a construction site just
because of her 38-23-36 figure. She hated how men automatically
assumed she was an empty-headed bimbo just because of her long,
blonde hair. She hated how they would say anything to get into
her pants. Most of all she hated how her body seemed to yearn for
the touch of those disgusting animals, how she dreamed of them
forcing her to sate their sordid lusts.
Her disgust with men had led her to think she'd be better off
as
a lesbian, but her upbringing had left her afraid of this
"unnatural" act. One fateful night, she'd tried the girl-girl
thing. Actually, she was seduced. It started because she'd gotten
completely drunk at a college frat party.
Her friend Sharon was screwing one of the frat boys. She said
a
special request had been made for Theresa to come to the next
"invitation-only" party. Attendance would mean she'd made the
social "A" list at their small, private college.
Sharon described the dress code for girls who received their
first invitation. It required more daring and revealing clothes
then Theresa would ever consider wearing normally.
The girls went out shopping. After searching many stores, they
found an outfit that Sharon considered perfect. It left Theresa
feeling half-naked.
Sharon always dressed sexy. Sitting on the couch at the party,
the deep scoop neckline of Sharon's purple dress left little to
the imagination.
Theresa wore a shiny silver miniskirt made of thin "space-age"
mylar. The only fastening on the matching blouse was a fancy
belt. The resultant open "V" reached down to her belly button.
The girls giggled that bras were not allowed inside the frat
house. This was obvious to anyone glancing as the substantial tit
flesh displayed by both girls. Sharon's large nipples danced
under her top whenever she moved. Theresa's larger tits swayed
and jiggled whenever she breathed.
On a bet, Sharon had won the belt that held the mylar blouse
closed. Theresa was required to allow the blouse to hang open.
Almost half of her bra-less breasts were exposed to view. She was
glad her hardening nipples were still hidden, although just
barely. If she moved the wrong way everyone would see how aroused
she was.
Sharon offered to let Theresa win her belt back. Theresa would
have to gamble on losing either her blouse or her panties. She
was about to agree, but noticed several guys pointing at her and
whispering something about her tits.
Theresa got very shy and changed her mind. Sharon seemed annoyed
with her, but instead yelled cryptically at the boys, "Idiots,
you couldn't wait 10 more minutes?"
"Now you're ready," Sharon said to her and signaled
one of the
frat boys to join them. "No, not like this," Theresa whispered
urgently. She fought down the urge to cover herself and run out
of the room.
Theresa flushed cherry red as the boy leered at her
well-displayed assets. Worse still, her nipples became diamond
hard points that threatened to poke through her thin top.
Embarrassed, Theresa couldn't look him in the eyes. Lowering
her
gaze she saw the bulge in his pants. His cock was already hard!
She wondered how big it was.
Sharon introduced her, "This is Theresa, the girl you requested.
She's a little drunk. Perhaps you can give her some special
attention."
He lifted Theresa off the couch and said, "Let's dance."
Wrapping
one arm around her, he crushed her tits into his broad chest. The
other arm reached down so his hand could grab her ass and shove
her against him. Theresa could feel his hard cock rubbing against
her pussy through the thin material of her skirt.
She felt her pussy get wet. "I know you like it baby. I
can feel
how hot you're getting," he whispered in her ear. Theresa was
humiliated that her body reacted to being manhandled in this way.
It must be all the drinks she'd had.