Amy get's Bianca drunk and sabotages her clothes.

To Amy's disappointment, Bianca isn't the sluttiest dressed person at the Theta Ki party. The frat house has a huge yard, and the slip and slide is homemade out of black trashbags and duct-tape and covered with a mixture of water and baby-shampoo to make it slippery. There's a little ramp at the end leading to a soapy kiddy pool.

When they arrive a handsome frat boy with an impressive six-pack and swim trunks takes their purses (containing the keys to their dorm room, among other essentials) into the house to keep them out of harms way.

Amy watches in fascination as sorority girls in tiny bikinis launch themselves down the slip and slide and fly off the ramp into the kiddy pool. A row of frat boys stands along the side cheering and clapping for every participant. As each girl is pulled out of the pool, she's given a jello shot.

Keg nearby covered in a stack of solo cups, and a folding table covered in bottles of liquor and various mixers. A sweet, musky smell fills the air, which Amy can only assume is marijuana.

"Come on," she says to Bianca, "let's go get a drink then try the slip and slide."

"Sure," Bianca said, "agreeably. I didn't know you drank, Bo-...Amy"

"Well, I haven't! But I need some courage before I try that slip and slide in my underwear."

"Yeah," Bianca said, glancing down at her cleavage and swallowing a little. Amy smiled inwardly, glad that Bianca was feeling a little nervous. Things were just beginning.

At the drinks table, another shirtless frat boy poured the girls a fire ball shot. Then Amy asked for another one for the two of them and stealthily dumped her own in the grass while Bianca was distracted taking her own shot.

"Oh, Bianca," Amy said, "would you go into the house to get the suntan lotion out of my purse? I'm really afraid I'm going to burn out here."

"Oh, of course," Bianca said, running into the house. She must really be trying hard to make amends, Amy thought. That will just make her an easier target.

As soon as she was gone, Amy leaned in and talked to the frat boy serving drinks. "Hey, I'm Amy, what's your name?"

"Hey Amy, I'm Todd."

"I need your help Todd, you see that girl I was with? She bullied me all through high school, and I'm looking to get ****. But, she absolutely can't know that I was behind it. Will you help?"

"Hmmm, sounds interesting. What did you have in mind?"

"Help me get her drunk, without her realize that I'm not actually drinking with her. I want to compromise her reasoning, so I can get her to herself at this party."

"Yeah, I could do that. No problem, but what do I get out of it?"

"I'm everything in my power to make sure that my 'friend' ends up naked and humiliated at your party. Isn't that enough?"

"It's a start," he admitted, "but I'd really like to get some action myself."

"Okay, I'll try and arrange it so that Bianca's at your mercy. You can do whatever you want to her when I'm done."

"And what if you fail?"

"Then I'll owe you one."

"One what?"

"Uh..." Amy was sure her plan would work, so what was the harm in promising more than she could deliver? "One handjob."

"Okay, but I get to cum on your face and tits."

"Fine whatever, it doesn't matter, my plan's not going to fail."

Just then, Bianca came back with the suntan lotion. Amy watched out of the corner of her eyes, while Todd mixed them up a couple of screwdrivers in tall solo cups. She grinned to herself when, instead of adding any vodka to Amy's cup, he poured twice the usual amount into Bianca's cup. When Amy tasted her glass of pure orange juice, she made sure to make a face, "Oooh! These are strong!"

Bianca tasted hers, "yeah, that's almost all vodka!"

"Let's just chug them to get it over with," Amy suggested. The girls threw back her their heads and finished their drinks. "I think I need a beer to wash that down," Amy said.

"Are you sure?" Bianca said, "I feel like we've already had a lot to drink, and you're much smaller than me."

"Don't worry, we'll just sip them slow while we put on suntan lotion."

Once they each had a beer, the two girls sat on the grass. Amy out on as much of her suntan lotion as she could herself, then let Bianca do her back. Then she handed both beers to Bianca.

"Here, hold these. I'll do you."

With a beer in each hand, Bianca was pretty helpless while Amy rubbed her with lotion. On the front, Amy spent some extra time on the tops of Bianca's jiggly breast where they rested above her demi cup, and on the back, Amy made sure to surreptitiously undo two of the three hooks holding the bra on.

Then she put on a concerned expression and said, "you're wearing a lot of lace. Aren't you worried that you'll get sunburned through the holes in the lace?"

"Can that happen?"

Probably not, Amy thought. "Who knows?" Amy said. "To be safe, I should probably rub some lotion on the inside of your bra and panties, too."

"That seems...kinda, wassa word, intimidate? Maybe I should do the lotion myself...."

"How?" Amy said. "You'd spill our beer."

Amy stood up and walked behind Bianca, she poured a generous amount (more than was needed) into her hands, rubbed them together and then reached down to rub Bianca's breasts inside the cup. So this is what c-cups feel like she thought with a pang of envy. She made sure, while rubbing the lotion, to pay plenty of attention to Bianca's nipples, until she heard her roommate let out a little moan of pleasure.

"Stand up, I need to do your bottoms." Bianca complied, although she almost lost her balance trying to stand without spilling the beers she held in each hand. Amy proceeded to reach both hands into the waistband of Bianca's boy shorts and rub lotion all over her ass and then her mound. She deliberately pulled and stretched the waistband until she saw a little tear forming on one side. Then she plunged even deeper, rubbing lotion directly onto, and into, Bianca's pussy. She rubbed her clit until she caused another confused moan to escape than then pulled her hands free.

"There, now you're safe from sunburn. Why don't you finish those beers and we can try out this slip and slide?"