Loading...Julie ran from the party as fast as her long legs would carry her. Her first college party had been a total disaster and now she was probably the laughing stock of the school.
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She had been sitting with some of her girlfriends from the dorm at the local coffee shop. It was supposed to be a study session, but all her friends wanted to talk about was their boyfriends or potential boyfriends. Since she didn’t have either one, she was feeling left out.
Her eyes roamed the cafe as she sat there, her mind only partially on the buzz of conversation from her friends. She slapped her sandal against her heel as she flexed her toes and moved her foot up and down. It was always the same old stuff from the same people.
A group of the football players were in their usual spot in the corner. Several of them were cute and Greg most of all, but he was out of her league. He was a junior and she was a lowly freshman. Another fantasy shot all to hell.
The study group was breaking up but Julie was in no hurry to return to her room. Those four walls were driving her crazy. No social life, no sex life, just studying and classes. She needed something more. Even her girlfriends were boring. She felt like the biggest loser in a sea of losers.
She wondered what it would feel like to just turn loose and do all the things she fantasized about all the time. To do all the wrong things. All the things she had been told were wrong in any case. Being a good girl was such a pain at times. Being bad had to be a lot more fun and exciting. There was a part of her that wanted to find out.
The realization that Greg was standing next to her table and had spoken to her jolted Julie out of her fantasy. She stammered a moment and then found her voice. “I’m sorry, I was lost in thought, did you say something to me?”
Greg stared down at her, a smile playing on his lips. “Yes, I asked if you were free Friday night. There’s a great party off campus and I was wondering if you might like to go.”
“With you?” Julie asked in amazement.
Greg’s smile turned to a grin as he answered, “Yes, with me. I’ll pick you up in front of the dorm at seven, if that’s alright with you.”
“That’ll be great,” Julie replied with a blush. Memories of Greg’s tight ass in his football uniform kept streaking before her eyes. Those pants were the only reason she even went to the games. Some of her best masturbation fantasies always starred him or a couple of the other players.
“Wear a dress, ok? The party’s not formal but all the other girls will be wearing dresses. I want you to look nice and fit in. See you at seven.” With that said, Greg turned and walked away. He paused at the door and waved.
*****
Julie sat there in total shock. Greg had asked her out. Fantasies did come true. A party on Friday night. A party that required a dress. The type of party she dreamed about going to. Her mind flashed to her closet and did a quick inventory. No dress hung there or rather, none that fit her idea of what she should wear to such a party. They were too little girlish and out of style.
A small budget limited where Julie could shop. The discount stores had a meager selection at best. She wanted something light and stylish, something that wasn’t showy but something that would flatter her figure. Keeping it plain and simple until she found out what fit in with the crowd was at the top of the list.
Of the dozen dresses on the rack, three caught her eye. One red, one white, and one black. The bad, the good, and the…. Well, basic black.
The red one fit her fantasy life. She tried it on. Oh, yes, it fit like a glove, short, tight, and oh so flattering. The daring neckline showed off her boobs and the fabric clung to the point where it showed her underwear. She sighed deeply as she took it off. It was fun to daydream but this dress was just too much. It would yell slut to anyone that looked at her in it. She shivered at the thought.
Standing in front of the mirror in just her panties and bra, Julie looked at herself. Unlike a lot of her girlfriends, she liked her body. It wasn’t spectacular but it was her and that’s what counted. The couple of guys that had seen her naked had not complained; just the opposite, they had complimented her to no end.
Julie hung up the red dress and held the black one up in front of her. Basic black, you can’t go wrong there, they say. Sleeveless, straight line, nice neckline, it would ride a few inches above the knee. She would look good in it but she wasn’t in a black mood or rather in the mood for black.
She held the white one up. It had buttons all the way up the front. It would be tight fitting from the waist up, and had a slight flare to the skirt. That would show off her boobs well and she could unbutton it to show as much or as little cleavage as she wanted. The skirt would accentuate her hips and, with heels, her legs.
Trying it on, Julie liked it. The wider skirt would allow her more freedom to move her legs while sitting, without worry about flashing someone. It would sway when she walked or moved, which would draw an eye or two to her legs and ass. She grinned at that as she buttoned the dress up. It fit her snuggly without pulling at the buttons.
She spent a moment walking and turning in the small confines of the dressing room. Yes, the dress showed off her legs beautifully. The soft material tickled, but it was sensuous at the same time. A light brushing caress.
She buttoned it up all the way to the throat and then undid a button at a time. Four buttons was a nice look, sweet and innocent. Six buttons would be about right to tease Greg. Seven buttons after the party if he was as nice a guy as he seemed. She leaned forward and turned slightly. Yes, it gapped enough to show her breast or enough of it to give Greg the right idea.
Julie shook herself to stop the fantasy that was building in her brain and buttoned the dress up two buttons. That was the magic number of buttons for now. She turned completely around, watching herself in the mirror. Oh yes, this dress was perfect. It revealed her figure nicely but was still modest enough to wear anywhere.
She grinned at herself in the mirror as she slowly took off the dress. She wondered if Greg’s fingers would tremble or his hands shake if she let him unbutton it. In a week, she might just find out.
She sighed as she took off the dress. A week was a very long time. She wondered how many times her fingers would find her horny clit in that amount of time. A real date after nearly six months was a relief. This party would be a real turning point in her social life.
She was walking on air as she went to pay for the white dress. The red dress might yell slut but this virginal white one could win the day. It could change her life. Her mind was back on the fantasy from earlier.
*****
Greg picked her up at the dorm on Friday evening. He was dressed nicely, slacks with a sports shirt and a light jacket. He even got out and opened the door for her. She noticed his eyes on her legs and the gap where the dress had five buttons undone. She could see the approval and appreciation in his face.
“You look great. I love the dress,” Greg said as he offered his hand to help her into the car.
She smiled at him and replied, “Thank you.”
She was tempted to flash more of her legs than necessary as she got in but she held back. She wanted to make a good impression but not to give him the wrong idea. Not yet, anyway. The evening was young and stretched out before her mind’s eye like a dream come true.
She smiled warmly as she watched Greg walk around to his side of the car. He was pushing all the right buttons, she thought as she replayed his compliments on her looks and the dress. He might be a good-looking jock but he was also a nice guy and she was feeling good about going out with him.
Sitting here in his awesome car, she felt special. She knew that she had a crush on Greg, but what girl wouldn’t? She was the one with him tonight, and she hoped to make the most of it. Her mind flashed a quick image of what it would be like to be naked with him. She shook her head and took a deep breath. This was no time for her to get off into one of her horny fantasies.
Greg was quiet as he drove and this was all right with Julie. She didn’t want to talk just yet. This was too new and exciting. She didn’t want to screw it up by blathering on and on about nothing and she knew she would if she tried to start the conversation.
They rode in silence. Greg would glance over at her from time to time and smile. She would smile back. She was becoming more relaxed by the minute. The quiet music on the CD player and the deep throbbing note of the car’s powerful engine mixed together to fold her mind into a soft cocoon.
The vibrations in the seat made her shift her position. It was like sitting in a vibrating chair, only this one varied with the pulse of the engine. Her ass and thighs tingled. There was a growing tingle in her sex also. She shifted her position again and relaxed even more, letting the tingling feelings have their way.
She was now facing almost toward Greg as he said, “Uh, can I ask you a personal question? One that’s probably none of my business.”
“Sure, you can ask me anything.”
“This is a pretty ‘in’ group that’s throwing this party. Some pretty sophisticated people. I wouldn’t want you to get off on the wrong foot with them, if you know what I mean.”
“Is there a problem? Am I dressed wrong or something?” Julie asked with a note of panic creeping into her voice.
“No, no, I love the dress and you look damn good in it. I was just wondering what you had on under it?”
Julie was taken aback by the question. It seemed odd and out of place. She wasn’t sure where this was leading, and part of her didn’t want to think about it. She pushed the nagging little voice to the back of her mind. Greg had been every bit of the gentleman, up until now. Was she taking this the wrong way?
Nervously she replied, “I’m wearing a bra and panties.”
He chuckled and shook his head. “Man, that’s so old fashioned and right out of the Stone Age and the Bible Belt. None of the girls at this party would even think about wearing anything under their dresses. They’re too hip for something like that. It’s the twenty-first century, not the Victorian Age.”
The little voice was back and almost yelling. Sensing where this was going, Julie’s first urge was to tell Greg to take her home but then there was the need to fit in. Also, she thought of herself as a good girl and good girls didn’t do such things. Did they? Another part of her asked.
She had been here for two months and hadn’t even met anyone that would or could be a possible date until last Monday. Greg was cute and popular; he had a beautiful car. These were all in his favor but that question… was… well…
Her upbringing fought with her desire to be part of the crowd, to have friends, especially a boyfriend. She bit her lower lip and stared out the windshield as the battle raged in her mind. Could she go to this party without anything on under her dress? No one else might know but she would and Greg would.
When she hadn’t said anything in several blocks, Greg pulled over and stopped. He turned slightly in the seat and looked at Julie intently. “I didn’t mean to frighten you. I was just giving you a little friendly advice. These are nice people but they are a trendy group and I’m afraid that the other girls might see this as a weak point and give you the cold shoulder treatment.”
Julie stared straight ahead. Her heart was beating fast and she realized she was breathing in little short, panting breaths. What should she do? What did she want to do? Those questions had her frozen.
After a long moment, Greg sighed and said, “Ok, I’ll take you back to the dorm. I thought I had found a new member for the group and that you might like to be part of it, but it’s obvious that you won’t or can’t fit in.”
Julie squirmed in her seat from his words. She was near panic as he made a u-turn and headed back the way they had come. Her first date was going to be over before it even began. She was a good girl but always fantasized about being bad. Now was her chance, if she had the guts to take it. Could she do it?
The war in her head came to a screeching halt as Julie heard herself say, “Ok, I’ll take them off.” The voice didn’t sound like hers. There was a note of defiance in it that she never heard herself use before. She also couldn’t believe that she was actually going to do something like this.
Greg pulled over again and smiled at her. “I’m glad you changed your mind. I really want you to fit in,” he whispered softly.
Julie took a deep breath and continued to stare straight ahead, a look of uncertainty, almost dread on her face. Her hands toyed with the hem of her skirt. The war over her being a bad girl or a good one was back on in her mind, even if her mouth had conceded the battle.
Her hands moved the hem up along her thighs a little ways as one part of her said Greg was cool with it, and wouldn’t think badly of her. Her hands moved down as she once again heard her Mom telling her that good girls always wore underwear in public.
She shifted in the seat and made a frustrated, almost whining noise. She was going to screw this up if she didn’t go through with it, but it went against everything she had been taught. What a choice.
She glanced over at Greg. He was sitting there looking out the windshield. He looked over at her and smiled a shy, almost embarrassed smile. She quickly looked back forward.
Greg or underwear? That’s what it boiled down to in the end. Good girl, bad girl could be left to what she did later in the evening. Put like that, it was a no-brainer.
Quickly, she moved forward on the seat as her hands went under the dress and moved slowly up along the outside of her thighs. She glanced down to see her thumbs hook the thin white material of her panties at each hip. There was a narrow strip of her hip and ass showing brightly in the dim light. She had wanted to flash Greg earlier and now she was showing him more than she originally intended.
She rocked from side to side as she slipped the panties off. She could feel them sliding down across her ass and then along the back of her thighs. Greg was getting an even better look at her as she moved. She shivered as the crotch of the panties pulled away from her sex. She hadn’t realized that she was wet.
Quickly she worked the panties on down her legs and hurriedly folded them up after she had them off. She could feel the dampness of the cloth and blushed. She had masturbated several times that day just to make sure the edge was off, so to speak. So why was she so wet?
The date with Greg was one reason. His compliments and attention for another. The thought of walking around at a party naked under this thin dress was the main one. Little fantasies of the wind blowing her dress up ran like lightening across her brain.
She shook herself to clear her head and smoothed her skirt. She glanced quickly over at Greg and smiled shyly. She wondered what he thought of her. His eyes were on the panties in her hands and he was smiling. Was that good or bad?
Julie laid the panties on the floor of the car. That was the easy part; the bra was another matter. She would have to take the top of the dress all the way down to get her bra off. How should she do it? Her fantasy self would just undo the buttons and take off the bra while Greg sat there drooling over her boobs.
With a little sigh, Julie reached up and slowly unbuttoned the dress. She watched Greg’s reflection in the windshield. His eyes were following her hands. When she had enough buttons undone, she moved her right hand up to the left collar of the dress. Greg grinned and she chickened out.
She turned her back to him and slipped the top of the dress down. She could feel his eyes on her back as she reached behind and unhooked the bra. Slowly, she slipped the straps down off her shoulders and then removed the cups from her breasts. The cool air made her shiver or was it just the cool air?
As she slipped the dress back on, she paused and glanced at the windshield and side window. She had seen his reflection earlier. Could he see her now? She felt her pussy contract at the thought and then hurriedly finished getting in the dress. Her fingers seemed to be all thumbs.
The dress felt different as she buttoned it back up. It clung to her body more, or so it seemed. The cloth felt cool against her breasts and she could feel her hard nipples rub against it as she breathed. When she was once again presentable, she turned back to him. She folded the bra, retrieved the panties, and placed them in her purse.
“That’s much better. Now that dress fits right. You’ll be the hit of the party, believe me.” He grinned as he turned the car around with a squeal of the tires.
Julie grabbed onto the door and the seat, as the car made the sharp hard turn and then she was laughing as it accelerated quickly down the street, the tires making squealing sounds as he shifted gears. The powerful car pressing her back into her seat. Exhilaration flowed through her as the trees alongside the street flashed by.
She was going to the party with Greg. She was naked under her dress and she was hornier than hell. This was the way life was supposed to be, not some little cube of a room with too much time to think and too many things to study.
Greg slowed and Julie squirmed in the seat again but this time it was from excitement, mixed with a little apprehension and fear. She had never been anywhere in public without a bra and panties before. She could feel her hard nipples tingle under the thin material of the dress. She knew that they were making little tents in the cloth.
She glanced over at Greg with a grin still on her face. He grinned back at her and winked. “This is going to be a great night,” he said, with enthusiasm.
“I… I hope you don’t think any less of me for what I just did.”
She had never undressed in front of a new boyfriend before and never in a public place. She couldn’t believe that she had actually gone through with it. Then she realized that she hadn’t even looked outside to see if anyone was there. What if there had been people looking at her? Seeing her take her bra off?
Greg did a little double take. “Why would I do that? You’re a very beautiful woman and I’m the one that started it. I’m the one who brought up the question of underwear in the first place.”
“I’ve never done anything like that before. You know, take off stuff in public. I just want you to understand that.”
“I do understand, believe me. I don’t make a habit of asking girls to do something like that. This is special and you’re special, you’re a real winner. A girl like you doesn’t come along every day.”
Julie smiled and felt herself blush as she shifted in her seat. It even felt different without her panties on. The dress molded itself to her ass where the soft seat foam pressed it in between her cheeks. It made her tingle.
Even with Greg’s reassurance, in the five or six blocks to the party, her emotions and thoughts ran the gambit from sexy and excited, to embarrassed, to… The word slut ran through her mind but she clamped down on it. That was only in fantasies.
*****
Greg turned into a driveway and pulled his car off to one side to park in a long gravel strip with more than a dozen other cars. The street out in front of the old two-story house was lined with cars. ‘It must be some party,’ Julie thought, as Greg came around to open her door.
As she got out of the car, she was careful of how she moved. Greg knew she didn’t have panties on but she didn’t want to flash him or anyone else. A draft of air up her skirt was a reminder of her excitement. Its cool caress on her dampness made her shiver and once again wonder just how good of a girl she really was.
To get her mind off it, she looked the old house over. Old it might be, but it was well maintained and the lawns manicured. At first, she wondered if the place was a fraternity or sorority house but there were no signs or symbols. It was across town from the college and fraternity row. She assumed it was a private home.
Inside, the house was beautifully furnished and the large rooms were ornate. It reminded Julie of pictures she had seen in magazines, the ones from houses owned by old money. Everything looked expensive and was placed just so. Some decorator had made a small fortune off this place.
Most of the three dozen couples at the party were scattered throughout the living room, dinning room, and the kitchen. There was music from a stereo playing everywhere. Greg took her hand and they made the rounds. Everyone was dressed nice and Greg had been right about all the girls wearing dresses. He was also right about them not wearing anything under their dresses.
Several of the girls were showing more skin than Julie thought was possible or necessary. There was even one girl in a red dress very much like the one she had tried on at the store. With a grin, Julie decided she might just have to go back and buy it. That dress would blow Greg’s mind.
Almost all of the guys were football players or from the baseball team. All the girls were gorgeous. Julie was a little overwhelmed and felt slightly out of place with all these beautiful people. She felt like the ugly duckling at a swan convention.
As they made their way through the kitchen, Greg snagged himself a beer and her, a coke. They moved back to the dinning room and then wandered towards the living room.
“Well, what do you think so far?” he asked, as they stood in the doorway to the living room.
Julie was looking around as she sipped on the soda. Couples sat around or stood around in small groups. She noticed a lot of them would turn and look at her from time to time. Most would smile or grin. She took that as a good sign.
“Everyone is so nice and they all look so great,” Julie replied softly.
“You look great too, so don’t let it get to you. You’re one of the prettiest girls here. I’ve noticed the other guys checking you out and a few of the girls too,” he reassured her with a grin.
Julie had noticed it too. It sent shivers up and down her spine to be standing here naked under her dress and the looks she got just made her more excited. Most were looks of appreciation but a few had been down right lustful. Those had made her nervous but at the same time, made her pussy tighten up.
Her level of horniness was way up the scale and Greg didn’t know how much trouble he would be in by the time she left this party. From the way her clit was all tingly and pulsing, it wouldn’t take much to make her come. She could feel the wetness of her sex when she shifted her hips.
A group of five girls caught her eye. They stood alone by the fireplace. They were as beautiful as any of the others here, more so in one case. Everywhere she had been, so far it had been couples which made them seem odd and out of place. They were also watching her and several other girls very closely. The girls they were watching were freshmen like herself.
Julie and Greg were talking to a small group near the center of the room when Julie again noticed the five girls by the fireplace. They held an animated conversation for a moment and then split up, all except one who remained by the fireplace. She saw Julie looking her way and grinned. When Julie smiled and waved the girl turned away sharply.
A little while later, people started to fill the room and Julie and four other girls found themselves in the center of everyone, surrounded completely, their dates at their back. Julie’s little voice was back screaming at her but she didn’t want to listen.
Her eyes darted around the room taking in the grinning faces before her. She had a strange, sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach as the circle of people all faced the center of the room and the five freshmen.
Julie felt like running but there was nowhere to go. Her mouth was dry and she licked her lips. Was this some kind of initiation or welcoming ceremony? She looked around at the other four freshmen. They all looked as nervous as she did. She turned and looked at Greg.
He grinned and nodded. “Everything will be fine. You’re a winner, remember?”
Julie tried to calm her nerves. She didn’t like the idea of being the center of attention. Her palms felt sweaty and she had to force herself not to wipe them on her dress. Her mouth felt even drier and licking her lips didn’t help any at all.
The crowd parted and the beautiful brunette from the fireplace made her way through the ring of people. The four other girls were right behind her. They all wore smug smiles and Julie could see the laughter in their eyes. She felt like running again but Greg put his hands on her shoulders and she remained still.
“Ok, settle down everyone, it’s time to see who the winner is this year,” the brunette said loudly, the smirk on her face changing to a broad smile.
The girl paused and looked around. She looked familiar but Julie couldn’t place where she had seen her before. Julie couldn’t remember being introduced to her. Then she remembered. Her name was Barbara and she was one of the school cheerleaders. The head cheerleader if memory served.
She was shorter than Julie by several inches. A little Barbie doll. Her light blue dress almost matched her eyes. She should have been blonde her eyes were so blue. Her dress was short at the hem and low cut at the top. The body it revealed was trim, tight, and athletic. Julie marveled at the amount of cleavage showing and briefly wondered what kept them in.
Barbara looked up and down the line of freshmen, her smile becoming hard and thin. Julie swallowed tightly under her stare. The girl might be short but she had a commanding presence. Julie knew she hated her, if for no other reason than she made her feel inferior.
“Show of hands only. Bra!” Barbara barked out sharply.
Greg raised his hand. The one that had been on her right shoulder. All the other girl’s dates did the same, except one. Julie looked around in disbelief. This wasn’t happening. This couldn’t be happening, her little voice screamed. It was too late to listen now, she realized, the sinking feeling back in the pit of her stomach.
Barbara shook her head and motioned to the couple. “You’re out.” She commanded, “This is going to cost you big time. I’ll figure out a fitting punishment for you later.”
Looking up and down the line, Barbara said with a note of glee in her voice. “One down, four to go.”
“Ok, who wasn’t wearing one from the start?” She asked the four remaining guys.
Two guys sheepishly raised their hands.
Barbara looked at them sharply, a look of superiority on her face. “You get points for picking well but that’s all. Your punishment won’t be as severe.”
“We’re down to our two finalists. Drum roll please,” she said, teasingly.
“Panties?” she asked sharply, and then clapped and yelled, as Julie’s date raised his hand.
“We have a winner and new champion, my boyfriend Greg!” she yelled, raising her arms in triumph.
Barbara literally elbowed Julie out of the way, as she went to Greg. She jumped into his arms and kissed the hell out of him, her legs were around his waist and her arms around his neck. Greg danced around with her in his arms.
Julie stood there frozen, her mouth hung open and her eyes wide. Her mind was in limbo, lost in the realization of what was going on. Not wanting to believe that this was happening, she was rooted to the spot.
She didn’t even notice as Greg reached into her purse and removed her things to hold up a bra in one hand and a pair of French cut bikini underwear in the other.
Barbara’s laughter, the loud jeers, and louder laughter of the crowd broke the spell, and Julie fled out the front door.
*****
Somewhere she had lost her heels and now she walked through the small deserted downtown area barefoot. She shivered as a cool gust of wind swept over her sweaty skin. Her breathing had almost returned to normal now that she had walked a block. Julie sniffled; she had cried herself out.
Her bag hung by the strap from her elbow, her arms crossed below her breasts. She felt so lost and alone. She had been set up and had fallen for it hook, line, and sinker. She had been so stupid and naive, the perfect patsy.
How could Greg do this to her, how could any of these guys do such a thing? She had heard about such things as ‘pig’ parties and ugliest girl contests, but had never been involved with anything so crass and embarrassing. Greg had, that was obvious, and he was very good at it.
She wondered how many other girls Greg had conned out of their underwear and embarrassed. His girlfriend wasn’t any better. She had probably planned the whole thing. Her and her little groupies.
They had embarrassed her but it was their loss. She made a much better friend than an enemy. One day they would find that out the hard way. A rumble of thunder sounded from somewhere over toward the college but she paid little attention, her thoughts turned hard inward.
The first large, cold raindrop splashing against her chest and running down between her breasts was a sudden and complete shock. It froze her in mid stride. She looked up and another lone drop hit her square in the forehead. There were dark clouds rolling overhead, low enough to be seen in the dim light of the streetlamps.
She looked up and down the empty street, looking for shelter. An awning, a storefront, anything. There was nothing in this block and nothing obvious in the next. She started to run as the bottom literally fell out, a hard, cold, pouring rain.
She almost ran past the deep entrance to the storefront and nearly slipped on the slick marble that floored it. Water was running off her dress and body, making a puddle around her feet. In the dim light from inside the store, she could see her reflection in the display window. She could see that her dress was nearly transparent where it touched her body, which was nearly everywhere. The dress clung to her every curve.
She shivered from the cold but there was a strange heat growing in her loins as she studied her own reflection in the plate glass window. The dark circles under her hard nipples were visible. Her nipples were showing clearly through the wet cloth, as were the curves and slopes of her breasts. She had never thought of herself as sexy but even with her wet hair plastered to her skull, she was. Outrageously so.
The bodice of the dress was plastered to her lower ribs, belly, and the top of her mound. The small dark patch of hair there was a shadowy arrow pointing directly at her sex, which was a dark mystery concealed by a bubble of material in the skirt.
With a detached feeling, Julie’s eyes followed her hands as they moved slowly up to cup and then caress her breasts. Her hands were warm but the reflection in front of her was cold. The cold pouring rain was a curtain behind her. It hissed as it hit the street and sidewalk. It seemed so surreal for her hands to be touching the breasts in the glass.
The warmth of her hand was in direct contrast to the cold glass image. As she watched her own hands, the sound of the rain faded. The cold of the dress disappeared. The icy trickle of a water drop coursing along her spine took on an unreal feeling. Her eyes and senses were only for the hands. The ones she felt and the ones she saw.
One hand moved to her belly and then it slowly moved downward to cup her mound. Who was this person in the mirror that caressed herself? Julie watched the cloth of the wet dress as it was pushed in until its coldness touched the warm outer lips of her sex. A shiver ran up and down her body as her sex contracted tightly. Such a sexual creature, she thought suddenly.
A splashing thump and soft curse caused her to jerk her hands away and to turn suddenly. A dark headed young man was laying on the marble at the entrance to the storefront. The first thing her eyes took in was his chest and shoulders, outlined in the wet white tee shirt he wore. It was as transparent as her dress. His lean muscular body was highlighted by the clinging cloth. She felt a surge of heat between her thighs and blushed vividly.
He cursed softly again and sat up.
“Are you alright?” Julie asked with concern in her voice.
His head snapped around toward her and his dark eyes ran up and down her body for a second before he nodded slowly. Julie suddenly felt naked and very vulnerable. Her first instinct was to turn her back to him but his eyes were now locked with hers and she couldn’t move.
“You are so beautiful,” she heard him whisper softly. “Like a wet princess from a dream.” Julie had no reply to that, but her body did as she blushed hotly.
The young man smiled knowingly and dropped his eyes as he got to his feet. Gingerly, he made his way closer to Julie. “This marble is slick,” he muttered softly to himself.
Julie nodded and moved farther back into the alcove to make room for him, or to put more distance between them. Probably both she realized, as his eyes once again roamed freely and hungrily over her wet dress and body. The thought that she should try to cover herself darted through her mind but her arms and hands wouldn’t move. Something inside her wanted him to see her, to tease him. She shied away from thoughts along that line, a heavy shiver running through her body, along with another surge of heat between her thighs.
His body gave a sudden shake and he turned his back to her and looked out into the pouring rain. “It looks like we’re going to be here awhile,” he said in a soft voice. “I love the rain but this is ridiculous, I can’t even see across the street.”
Julie was looking out into the rain also, but not at the rain. She was looking for traffic on the street and didn’t see any. In fact, she didn’t remember seeing any before the rain started. A shiver of anxiety ran up and down her body as she realized she was completely alone with this total stranger. He could be anything from a murderer to a rapist, or he could be a totally sweet, harmless guy.
The way her luck had been going lately, it was probably the former. Shivering again, she moved back farther into the alcove and leaned on the glass door, feeling its coldness through her wet dress. She studied the stranger’s back for a moment and then the area on either side of him.
Should she try to make a dash for it? Could she make it past him? Would he take that as fear and chase her? Would he then know how scared she felt? So many questions and so few answers. Greg had appeared to be a nice guy and hadn’t been. Was this guy the same way or just the opposite?
He turned back toward her and stood there watching her closely. He seemed to be thinking about something deeply, a frown of concentration on his brow. He shook his head and took a step toward her. “I’ve got two papers due on Wednesday and I didn’t need this shit. It’s bad enough that I have to work on them all weekend but now I’ll be stuck here for who only knows how long. Trying to go to school and working two jobs to make ends meet is getting to be a real drag,” he said, an edge of anger creeping into his voice.
Julie heard herself whisper in a tiny, scared voice, “I’m sorry.”
The young man looked at her sharply for a second and then he laughed as he said, “It’s not your fault that I come from poor white trash.” He paused again and then added, “Come to think of it, it ain’t my fault either. A person can’t pick their parents.” His eyes went back to wandering over her body and he took another step toward her.
Julie was cornered against the door and the plate glass display window. She could only raise her arms and cross them over her breasts. She was surprised at how warm they felt under the wet cloth. Her mind searched frantically for something to say that might protect her. Something that might get his mind off of her and his problems.
Suddenly, the young man stepped forward and grabbed her wrists, forcing them above her head and her back tighter against the glass. The strap on her purse slid down to rest on her shoulder. He held her there as his eyes roamed over her breasts and then moved up to look directly into her eyes.
“Where have you been dressed like that?” he asked, sharply. “Does it make you feel all hot and horny to run around in that thin little dress with nothing on under it?” His eyes returned to her breasts. “What were you doing, teasing all the men?”
Julie stammered trying to overcome her fear enough to explain to him what had happened to her.
“Maybe you’re nothing but a dirty little slut out for a fast and furious fuck and suck,” he whispered harshly as he bent forward and kissed her roughly on the lips.
Julie made a sound of protest against his mouth and tried to turn her head, only to have him push upward on her arms until her toes were just barely on the ground. Her arms against the side of her head kept her from turning it. As he pressed his body against hers, she found herself helplessly hanging from her wrists and sandwiched between him and the glass of the door.
The kiss was urgent, wanton, and very powerful. A kiss like none she had ever encountered. This was no schoolboy giving a girl a kiss. This was a man taking what he wanted, demanding it.
His body was hot where it was pressed against hers, hotter than even her breasts had been earlier. There was an even hotter point where his manhood was pressed against her hip. His thigh slipped between her legs and pressed against her sex. Suddenly, she was very aware of her own heat and a moan escaped her throat.
He broke the kiss and searched her face. Julie was surprised to find her breathing was harsh and ragged. “So you like it rough, do you?” he whispered, a hard look crossing his face.
Julie quickly shook her head and struggled to get loose. He pressed himself tighter to her and gave a harsh sounding chuckle deep in his chest before he whispered, “Oh yes, you do.” Julie shook her head again and tried to struggle but he was just too strong. Fear was clouding her brain and freezing her body.
He shifted his position slightly and then held her wrists with one hand, while he undid the snaps holding the strap on her purse. Her purse fell to the ground. He pressed forward, mashing her body even tighter to the glass. His head was beside hers and she couldn’t look up to see what he was doing. Then she felt the strap wrap around her right wrist and then a moment later it wrapped around her left. She struggled but again he was just too strong.
Unexpectedly, he stepped back, releasing her. Julie felt her toes touch the marble but then her arms were pulled tight as she started to flee. Her feet slipped and all her weight went to her arms, the straps, and snaps biting into her wrists.
Julie’s head jerked up to see the strap over a bracket above the door and snapped around each of her wrists. Getting her toes back under her, she pulled and jerked at the strap. “No!” she heard herself yell.
“That’ll hold you,” he said quietly, as his hands came up and lightly brushed over the front of her dress.
Julie tried to move back but couldn’t move far. Then she tried to kick him. When she did, he grabbed her breasts and squeezed them gently at first as he once again pressed his body against hers and then he squeezed harder. “Hold still,” he told her, as he applied even more pressure.
Julie gasped from the force with which he squeezed her breasts as a bolt of pain pleasure coursed down her body to pool between her thighs. Her body gave a shivering shake and he released her breasts. Her breasts tingled and throbbed. Confusion reigned as Julie’s mind tried to sort out the fears and the feelings.
Julie took a deep breath to scream as the fear won out but he anticipated her and clamped his hand over her mouth. With a wicked grin, he pulled a handkerchief out of his back pocket, held one corner between his teeth, and twirled it into a roll. With a quick movement, he released her mouth and then as she opened it to yell, he pulled the thick part of the roll across her mouth and tied it behind her head. The yell came out as a harsh, squeaking rasp.
“You’re going to have to learn to behave,” he whispered in her ear and then he licked her neck and kissed it just below her jaw. “Mmmm, you taste good, all clean and fresh. Almost too fresh and clean to be the little slut that you look like you are. Are you a little slut?” he asked her, sharply. Julie shook her head desperately, as much as her arms would let her.
“Then just what are you?”
Julie froze at the question. It was a damned good question. One that had nagged her ever since she had taken off her panties and bra. One that was even more confused by the reflection she had seen in the plate glass window. What was the true answer, she wondered?
She wanted to say she was a good girl because it was true; but was it? She had been tricked yes, but then again… If she had been a good girl and kept her underwear on, she wouldn’t be where she was right now. The ending at the party wouldn’t have been such a shock. She wouldn’t have fled.
Weakly she tried to explain what had happened to her. All that reached her ears was muffled mumbling. Tears welled up in her eyes.
“Even if I did let you talk, why should I believe you? You’d just lie to me like everyone else has. My mother lied, my father lied, my girlfriend lied, everyone lied. All I can believe is what I see and what I see here is a slut out to cause problems and wreck other people’s lives just for her own pure pleasure. Maybe I should just take my pleasure on you. Maybe I should just fuck you silly and then leave you hanging here for whoever comes along next,” he ranted with ever-increasing anger.
Julie shook her head sharply again, terror in her eyes. That this guy was crazy was becoming very obvious. Her mind was filled with thoughts of rape by this man and possible others as she hung on this door completely helpless. It terrified her but in a strange way it fascinated and excited her. Her mind shied away from that and she tried to yell but nothing but muffled, incoherent sounds came out.
Suddenly, he seemed to sag in on himself and then he leaned back against the wall. He sighed deeply and shook his head. “No, I couldn’t do that, even to you. I’m just not the type. I try to be a good guy but people just won’t let me,” he said softly. With another deep sigh, he pushed off from the wall and stepped away from her. He stood with his back to her, looking out into the rain and dark.
Julie used her tongue, head, and arms to work the gag out of her mouth. Her first instinct was to scream but she clamped down on it. The thought that this guy was as much a victim of circumstances as her floated across her mind. Greg had been an asshole, a game player. Someone out for what he could get, with no thought of how he hurt other people. He didn’t care.
Somehow, she understood that this guy was different. He had been used and abused himself, so he wasn’t a user. He had problems obviously, but under different circumstances, none of this would have happened. If they had met in a normal way, he would be a nice guy and probably shy to boot. Maybe he’d listen to reason. It was worth a try.
Softly she said, “I’m not a virgin but I’m not a slut either. I was invited to a party and had a trick played on me is why I was naked under this dress. People lied to me too and it’s not my fault that it rained.” It wasn’t the most well thought out thing to say, but it was the best that she could do under the circumstances.
The young man whirled around and ran to her, his hand clamping down over her mouth. He looked into her eyes and she could see the wheels turning as he thought over what she had said. “Why didn’t you yell?” he asked in a jagged, raspy whisper.
When he lifted his hand slightly, Julie asked in return, “Who would have heard me, and what good would it have done?” Her lips brushed lightly over the palm of his hand as she spoke. She had the sudden urge to lick his palm, but she quickly repressed it.
“If I take my hand away will you yell?” he asked quietly.
“Only if a cop walks by,” she said truthfully.
He grinned and removed his hand. “Not in this town, in the rain. Every cop in town is at the station or at the donut shop.”
When he smiled, he was a good-looking guy, Julie thought to herself. Then his hand came to rest on her left breast. “Please don’t,” she pleaded as the memory of his rough squeeze returned.
His hand roamed lightly over the damp cloth over her left breast for a moment longer and then he paused to undo several buttons on the dress. “I’ll do as I damn well please,” he whispered softly, as his hand slipped inside to caress her left breast gently.
Julie felt her nipple harden and she squirmed to get away. He smiled as he removed his hand and unbuttoned several more buttons. The dress was now unbuttoned down to her waist. He slipped a hand into each side of the opening at her waist and then slowly moved his hands upward and outward baring her breasts to his staring eyes.
His hands glided along her flesh and then cupped her breasts gently. He grinned at her and leaned over to flick first one hard nipple and then the other. Julie felt her body jerk at the shock of his hot tongue on her cold nipples. She had to bite down on her lip to keep from moaning. When he sucked one of them into his mouth and fluttered his tongue rapidly over the sensitive nipple, she did moan softly. He sucked it hard for a second and then pulled his head back quickly, causing the nipple to stretch out and then pop out from between his lips.
“You like that, huh?” he asked in a whisper, his hands coming up to caress and tease her breasts and nipples.
“Your mouth is so hot,” Julie heard herself whispering in reply as though from a distance. Her mind seemed almost disconnected, as there was a surge of heat down from her breasts to pool in her sex.
She squeezed her thighs together tightly and moaned loudly as he used his forefingers and thumbs to pinch and roll her nipples. The light rolling pinch sent wave after wave of pleasure down her stomach to her clit. Her nipples had always been sensitive but never anything like this. His fingers seemed to be connected directly to her clit by way of her nipples. She could feel her clit throb and expand up out of its protective hood.
He continued to roll the left nipple firmly as he leaned over and sucked on the right. Julie stiffened, squeezed her thighs together, and then started to shake all over as an overwhelming orgasm rolled throughout her slender body.
Giving out with a loud, incoherent yell, her feet came off the ground as she tried to curl up. Shivering and shaking, she hung suspended by the purse strap. The snaps cut into her wrists but the pain seemed to just add to the strength of her orgasm.
His fingers and lips on her nipples and the throbbing pleasure of her clit trapped between her lower lips were the only points of contact with the whole world. Pinwheels of fireworks ran up and down her nervous system.
*****
Julie came to her senses slowly to find herself sitting in a man’s lap, his arms wrapped tightly around her. Her head was on his shoulder and he was rocking her like a small child. She felt safe and warm, which was odd because she remembered being scared and cold. Then, the memory of the orgasm, and what had caused it floated across the stage of her mind and she tensed up for a second.
“Are you alright?” he asked in a soft whisper.
She thought the question over for a long moment and then nodded. “I think I am,” she whispered back.
“Good because I think the rain has stopped or at least slowed to the point we can leave,” he said giving her a squeeze.
“Where are we going?” she asked with confusion in her voice.
“We can’t stay here and my apartment is around the corner a couple of blocks, over the barbershop. It’s a hell of a lot more private than here. Anyway, we need to talk and I need to tend to your wrists where you cut them,” he said softly.
Julie’s mind asked ‘why would I want to go anywhere with a man who had molested me?’ From deep inside a soft whisper replied: ‘because you enjoyed the hell out of it for one thing, and you came your brains out without him even touching your pussy for another.’
“I don’t want to go with you,” Julie heard herself say, and then she wondered if it was true.
“Ok, then let me take you to the college dispensary. Those cuts need to be tended to,” he said, still rocking her gently.
“And if I tell them what you did?” she asked in a whisper.
He chuckled deep in his chest and replied, “What, that I found you hanging in a doorway, passed out? I’m the Good Samaritan and you’re confused. There’s no evidence that I attacked you, just your word against mine. Yeah, it would cause problems for a short time but then I would have to stalk you and take my revenge.”
Julie felt herself shiver as the breath caught in her throat. She wasn’t sure if it was fear or excitement. A mixture of the two most likely. The memory of her earlier orgasm was hot in her mind and body. The next thing she knew, she was being kissed in that hungry wanton way he had kissed her earlier. Her response startled her, as she kissed him back passionately, moaning and whimpering into his hot, sweet mouth.
By the time the kiss ended, Julie was totally out of control. She wanted this young man like she had never wanted anyone or anything in her life, and she wanted him now. On the cold wet marble or up against the glass, she didn’t care which. Both would be even better.
She suddenly rolled sideways, pulling him over on top of her. The cold marble made her shiver. He followed until she was flat on her back and he was on top of her. The heat of his body on her front was such a contrast to the cold on her back. The bad girl from her fantasies was in control, and Julie was in no mood to stop her.
He started to kiss her again, the hunger of his kiss even more intense. She moaned loudly and lifted her legs, spreading them, settling him deeper between her thighs. She felt him press tighter to her mound and sex. Her hips flexed and she rubbed herself against the coarse material of his jeans.
He suddenly broke the kiss and pushed up, looking down at her as a series of expressions chased across his face. The first had been a question and the last had been lust as understanding grew. He came up onto his knees as he undid his belt and pushed his pants down.
Julie’s eyes dropped to his hard member jutting out from a tangle of soft, curly hair at his crotch. Her hands moved down to pull the hem of her dress up, to reveal her widespread naked thighs and sex to him. She couldn’t believe how excited she was at that very moment.
That’s all it took. Like pulling a trigger, he was back on top of her, and with one long, hard thrust, he filled her. Julie yelled loudly and lifted her hips to meet him.
Their moans and yells of passion echoed throughout the small alcove as their coupling spiraled upward and outward to fill the universe. Somewhere just before a titanic peak in their wave, Julie found herself on top, a position she had never been in before. Not knowing what to do wasn’t a problem, she rocked her hips back and forth and from side to side as he thrust upward into her depths. He was hitting places that her limited experience had never felt before.
Just as she plunged over the edge of the abyss, he sat up and pulled her tightly to him as he sucked a nipple into his hot mouth. Her fall became a skyrocket, her hips rocking and rubbing against his at a furious rate. Then he was bathing her insides with a liquid heat that pushed her even higher, her own orgasm completely out of control now.
Julie came back down from the heights and up from the depths of total satisfaction to find she was still sitting astraddle the man’s hips, with him still deep inside her. Her hips were rocking back and forth in a slow lazy rhythm of their own. Her arms were wrapped around him and his around her. Everything was as it should be and she was at total peace with the world. Time seemed to pass slowly.
*****
After a while, Julie sighed deeply and then slowly stood up. She marveled as she felt his still hard manhood slowly slip out of her tight clenching sex. She smiled as the thought that her little pussy didn’t want to let go of that hard bone crossed her mind. Taking a step back, she looked down at the man and continued to smile as she buttoned up the bodice of her dress.
The good girl and the bad girl were now merged into one, the whole much stronger than either part. Julie was a different person entirely from the girl that had left the dorm hours earlier. The girl was gone, and a complete woman stood in her place.
The man sat there looking up at her, several times licking his lips as though he were going to say something. When he didn’t, Julie slowly turned and walked away.
She had gone about twenty feet when she heard him say, “Hey, wait, I don’t know your name.”
She didn’t even slow down, she just smiled and walked on, a new sway to her hips, a new feeling of power in her mind. ‘There can’t be that many barbershops in this area,’ she thought to herself. ‘I know where you live and I’ll be back when I want some more. There’ll be more, wet, rainy days in the future.’
Grinning, she felt the soreness and sting of the cuts on her wrists. There’d be more of that in the future also. She wondered what it would be like to have him tied up. She’d find out. He hadn’t realized it yet but her purse was still lying where he had dropped it earlier.
He was a smart guy; he’d figure it out.