Getting Ready for the Party

“It’s pretty terrible, isn’t it?” Kelly asked Emma, as the younger women looked through her closet.

“No,” Emma said, a little too quickly. “No, I can work with this. I mean, I’m not the most fashionable person, either, so keep that in mind before you take my advice.” She laughed awkwardly. “If we mix and match…”

She herself wore only a black bikini top and denim booty shorts. Kelly had to admit, the girl looked really sexy. Her breasts bounced slightly in her top every time she moved another piece of clothing aside… Kelly stopped herself. Nope. She was going to have to get used to hanging out with skimpily clad girls without getting worked up. This was serious. She was a professional.

Emma ended up pulling a blue sundress out of a trash bag Kelly had been meaning to take to Goodwill and attacking it with a pair of scissors. Eventually she held up a couple of what Kelly thought were concerningly small pieces of cloth and said, “OK, strip.”

Somewhat to Emma’s confusion, Kelly ended up going into her bedroom to change into the outfit. A few minutes later, she found herself in front of a mirror wearing a tiny skirt and a top that tied under her breasts, leaving her midriff bare, and showed quite a bit of cleavage. She thought she looked distinctly uncomfortable. But also… maybe pretty hot? She never would have though she could pull it off so well, certainly.

“Nice, Doc,” Emma said from over her shoulder. “But… here, let me.”

She put a hand on Kelly’s shoulder, gently spinning the professor toward her, then reached out and adjusted the tie under her breasts. She tugged the cloth into place, her fingers brushing against Kelly’s breasts as she did so. Then she playfully smiled, cupped both of them in her hands and gave them a quick squeeze.

Emma saw the look on Kelly’s face and quickly apologized. “Sorry, I… I’m sorry, my friends and I do that all the time, I forget to code switch sometimes.”

“It’s fine,” Kelly said quickly. Shit, when had it gotten so hot in her apartment? Was her air conditioning working? “I get it. It’s why we’re here, right?”

Emma nodded, then took a step back and looked Kelly up and down. “Seriously, Doc, why do you cover up so much in class? You should be proud of how hot you are.”

Kelly cleared her throat. “OK, so, we haven’t had the chance to go over interview techniques yet, so let me handle that part. What I’m hoping to have you do is talk to people and see if anyone might be interested in either participating in an in-house study or letting us come and observe. Does that work?”

“Aye aye!” Emma playfully saluted. Kelly definitely noticed how the motion made the girl’s breasts bounce again.

*****

The two of them were greeted at the door of the Delta Zappa Kappa sorority house by a redheaded girl wearing lacy pink lingerie that somehow seemed to reveal more than it covered. On both the right breast and over her crotch, the Greek letters of the sorority’s name had been embroidered.

“Christy invited us,” Emma said.

The girl waved them inside. The house was packed. Kelly immediately flashed back to her own college days. From the direction of the kitchen, someone was chanting about “Pussy shots.” She quickly noticed several girls that had, in fact, gone topless to the party. She still felt incredibly exposed in her own outfit, but the fact that it was one of the most conservative there made her feel a little better.

The redhead disappeared into the crowd, then returned a few moments later with a petite Asian girl wearing the same pink lingerie sorority uniform.

“Christy!” Emma waved excitedly. The Asian girl smiled back, then the two girls hugged. Then Christy and Emma kissed, and not on the cheek like they had spent too much time in Paris, but a full on, multi-second, tongue massage kiss. Kelly had seen the Sluts of San Diego greet each other like this, but to see it in person was… something else.

Once the girls left off, Emma said, “Shit, I know it hasn’t been that long, but it feels like forever, right? How’ve you been? Oh, are you still seeing that guy from the football team…” She snapped her fingers, trying to remember the name. “Bobby?”

Christy shook her head. “Nah, we broke up. He got that scholarship to State. We tried the long distance thing, but I think I figured out that the main thing I liked about him was his cock, and when I couldn’t have that, what was the point, y’know?”

Emma nodded in agreement. “Totally.” She gestured toward Kelly and said, “This is my professor I was telling you about, Dr. Wyndam.”

Kelly extended a hand, which Christy shook somewhat awkwardly. Almost as if she hadn’t had a lot of practice with the gesture. “Thank you so much for letting us observe,” she said. “You won’t even know I’m here, I promise.”

“No, it’s cool,” Christy replied. “Honestly, they told me they’re always looking for more girls to come to these things, so…”

She trailed off at a sound drifting in from another room. It took Kelly a moment to realize what it was: a girl’s orgasmic moaning. This was accompanied by the cheering and rhythmic clapping of a crowd urging her on.

Emma grinned and asked, “Is that what I think it is?”

“Oh, yeah,” Christy said. “Alexis Carson, she’s the President of this chapter, she’s running a game of Top That in the den. You guys can check it out if you want.”

Emma glanced over at Kelly for a second, then said, “Yeah, maybe.” Then she casually reached forward toward Christy and stuck her fingers inside the band of the girl’s panties. Christy gasped. When Emma pulled her fingers back out, they glistened in the low light, a few filmy strands visible between them. “You still get super wet at the sound of another girl gazzing, I see.”

Christy gave her a mock pout. “I can’t help it!”

“I’m loving the outfit, by the way,” Emma told her. “You look slutty AF in it.”

“Thanks!” the other girl said sincerely. “You know, ever since I started living in a house with, like, two dozen other girls, I’ve been doing a lot of strap-on work. I think it’s really tightened up my ass.”

She turned around to show them. Kelly didn’t know what the girl’s cute little butt had looked like before, but boy did it look good now. Christy slapped one of her ass cheeks playfully for emphasis, and laughed. Then she asked, “Hey, do you guys want a drink or anything?”

“That’s OK,” Kelly jumped in. “I think we should be getting started.”