Mike schemes and your guests arrive for the party...

Mike handed his potion dealer the fold of bills and took the two small glass vials with a wicked grin.

“You partying tonight?” the older student asked with an arched eyebrow, “I understand why you might want the first potion but the second one? Dude if you think that it will counteract the effects of the first potion, I can tell you right now that the cure is worse than the disease.”

“Nah man,” chuckled Mike wickedly, “That one is payback for an asshole that took something of mine.”

Mikes dealer looked uncertain for a moment then just pocketed the money.

“Just remember; the white pearly potion is the good stuff, the clear blue one is… well you know.”

“Yeah yeah.” Said Mike pocketing the two vials and pushing the senior out into the hall. It was 8 o’clock and he had a bottle of tequila, hot Fae bitches waiting and sweet **** to enjoy.

You look around the room uncertainly; you had unpacked your few belongings and even gone out to get party supplies but the large open room still felt empty. Chips, dip and a few bottles of Coke sat in the centre of the large table and you sit down on one of the two long sofas in the silence wishing you had a stereo for some music. You a sinking feeling that this could be the lamest campus party ever…

You jump in nervous surprise at a light tapping at your door and rush across the spacious room to answer it. Before you have opened it more than a crack three colored sparks of light dart swiftly into the room and explode with a shower of sparks and pixie dust into three beautiful feminine forms.

It was Paphia of course and she had brought two stunningly gorgeous Fae friends with her.

“Hello Handsome.” She said smiling wide as she shook the glowing motes of dust out of her long autumn streaked hair. “Sorry about the entrance but if we were to get caught here after curfew…”

She just shrugs her slender shoulders and your eyes are drawn irresistibly down to her sizeable bulging tits as they bounce enticingly with the small gesture. She is dressed in sexy emerald green mini dress that hugs her delicious figure snugly, stretching tight over her impressive bust and firm hips while tapering in around her narrow waist invitingly. A deep dip in the back of it goes all the way to the top of her spectacular ass and the whole dress was scandalously short, showing off almost all of her smooth golden thighs and your eyes ran down her impossibly long shapely legs a pair of 7 inch high bright green stilettos. You gulp almost audibly as you drag your wide eyes back up at her flawlessly beautiful face.

She grins knowingly at you then turns to introduce her friends.

“This is Lilencia, she’s on the swim team…” she says waving casually at a busty silver-blonde bombshell of a Fae. Dressed in a pushup halter top of some shimmering ocean blue fabric and skintight leggings of the same sheer material; this creature certainly put the ‘wet’ in wet dreams. She has the softly muscled body of a swimmer and the glowing tan of beach bunny but her melons… surely they had to slow her down in the pool!

You try not to stare at the perfect tanned 36FF bouncers straining against the overwrought fabric of her halter top, they were magnificent! Her soft silvery hair flows long down over one shoulder and across them like a drift of white tropical sand and they move gently with each soft breath she takes like an ocean swell.

Her clinging blue tights show off every contour of her exquisite legs and ass marvelously; her long legs look firm but graceful, her thighs thick with smooth muscle in the most appealing way. Her ass is full and hard as only a swimmer’s ass can be; you almost wish you had bought walnuts at the shops so you could ask her to crack them open with it…

“Call me Lily.” Lilencia says in a soft melodic voice, giving you a playful wink.

“…and this is Ariella.” Paphia says gesturing at your third guest. “She’s the one that snuck us in here.”

There is no mistaking Ariella, without doubt; she is a pixie. It isn’t her wildly revealing clothing or her knock-out body, both of which make her look like the exaggerated image of the ultimate party-girl, it is her wings. As she stood there they faded into invisibility but for a moment you had seen two sets of opalescent wings like those of a giant dragonfly jutting from above and below her shoulders. You blink and they are gone, as though never there and it’s Ariella’s turn to preen beneath your gawping country boy stare.

Her bright blue hair falls in long tussled curls right down to her eye-opening bubble-butt and that ripe peach of an ass is squeezed into a the tiniest pair of daisy yellow hot pants you ever seen. Looped with a simple white belt, they run high over her slender jutting hips and accentuate her tiny waist. The stretch fabric in the back of the hot pants is so sheer cut that the bottom of each sensational butt cheek is clearly exposed and her long elegant milky legs are completely bare up to her thinly clad crotch. Her naked belly is perfectly flat with a shining purple belly ring in her tiny navel and your eyes linger on it for a dazzling moment before rising to her chest.

She is wearing a simple spaghetti strap singlet top colored with riotously bright splashes of red, yellow and blue, cut short right beneath her spectacular tits. They sit there like ripe cantaloupe melons high on her slender chest, in fact they look ready to bulge right out of the small singlet top and by the way her hard nipples are poking clearly into the thin fabric you know she isn't wearing a bra either. Did any Fae women wear them?

The amount of skin she was showing would have been scandalous if it hadn’t been so goddamn stunning. Her complexion wasn’t golden tanned like her two friends but smooth, creamy and utterly devoid of any spot or blemish. Her startlingly pale blue eyes sparkled at you as though she and you shared a lewd secret, her full red lips quirking up in a mischievous grin.

In one hand she is holding something that looked like a large chunk of multi-faceted crystal, from the other dangles a six-pack of beer.

“Pleased to meet you.” She giggles looking you up and down, “Anyone ever tell you that you smell like the soil in springtime? It’s soooo freakin’ hot.”

“Ummmm no?” you stutter, caught a little off-guard.

“Stop drooling girl. So where are the others?” says Paphia looking around the otherwise empty dorm room. “I thought you were going to invite a few guys along?”

“I’m here!”

The door crashes violently against the wall as Mike kicks it open and strides into the room flourishing his bottle of tequila and a handful of shot-glasses theatrically.

“Let’s get this fucking party started!” he whoops obnoxiously.