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Wiping the remnants of tears from my face, I walked upstairs and into the bedroom. I turned on the light. Everything in the house seemed stuffy. I walked to the window and opened it, letting the night air brush against me yet again. The feelings of arousal stirred up as expected; I tried to ignore them as I looked toward the side of the neighbors’ house. An upstairs light was on, probably their son Tommy’s room. Paul had talked about wanting a son. The prospect had once filled me with hope. I stifled a sob as I walked into the bathroom.

I washed my face and looked into the mirror. My robe had fallen open again. I was sexy; I knew it. For the first time, I didn’t blame myself. I blamed Paul. I rubbed my hand over my stiff nipples and down to my clean-shaven slit. I bit my lip and discarded the robe altogether, walking back to the bedroom. I was as horny as I could ever remember being.

I decided to call my friend Sarah. She was always the smartest one of the group. She had gotten into State University, which was only a ten minute drive from where I lived.

“Hey Irene!” she answered. The genuine affection in her voice made me feel a bit better.

“Hey Sarah. What’s up?” I couldn’t match her enthusiastic greeting, and she could tell.

“Uh oh, what’s wrong, honey? Paul being horrible again?” I had been telling her about our problems for months. She was always ready to cheer me up.

I tried not to sound too emotional. “He left tonight. I don’t know if he’s coming back.”

“Oh no. I can be there in twenty minutes.”

“No, I’m okay, really, I think I need to get out of this house for tonight. I was hoping you had some plans I could latch on to.”

“Well, Bobby is having a party at the Frat house. I was planning on going for a bit. You could totally come. It’ll be a lot of fun, maybe get your mind off things for a bit.” Bobby was one of the guys Sarah was sleeping with regularly. He was a trust fund brat at school with her. He was in some fraternity … Chi Omega Something or other. Either way, a party sounded like exactly what I needed right now.

“I think I can handle that. I’ll be there in an hour.” We hung up and I started to get ready. I put Paul and my problems out of my head, and determined to prove that I was sexy. I wasn’t sure what was going to happen that night, but somewhere in the back of my head, I had already acknowledged the possibility of hooking up with some random guy. The thought pushed its way to the forefront of my mind as I decided what to wear. It was both refreshing and disgusting at the same time.

I decided on a very cute, red strapless dress. The hem only came about a quarter way down my thigh, and it was tight enough to completely rule out any type of bra. “Thank goodness for my firm tits,” I thought offhandedly.

I slipped into the dress and my matching stilettos. I put on a deep cherry lipstick and makeup, and glanced in the mirror. I looked amazing. “Nobody could resist me tonight … nobody but my husband,” I shook the thought as soon as I had it. I was determined to have fun tonight.

When I got to Sarah’s dorm room, Bobby and one of his “brothers” were already there. Bobby was on the bed, holding a bottle of vodka with one hand, the other around Sarah’s neck. She was wearing a black dress that was basically see through from the waist down. She was beautiful, too. Brown hair with a hint of curl to it, greyish eyes, and long slender legs that even I envied. At that moment, Bobby was admiring a view down the front of her dress.

She got up to hug me and introduced Ralph, Bobby’s frat brother. I waved politely and introduced myself. He gave me a goofy grin and told me he had heard a lot about me. I smiled back, not really interested in what he had heard about me.

In the hour it had taken me to get there, the three of them had downed almost all of the bottle of vodka, and Sarah was already showing the effects. Bobby and Ralph gave each other a knowing look. I couldn’t help but sigh, knowing that my friend was going to be in for a long night. But, she enjoyed the attention, so I didn’t complain.

Sarah took me by the arm and excused us from the room. When we were outside, she whispered, “Are you sure you’re okay tonight? We don’t have to go anywhere.”

I smiled and put my arms around her. I really loved her. “I’m not even going to mention him tonight. We’re going to have a great time.” I added, “It looks like Bobby will too.”

She just smiled and responded, “You know, Ralph’s not so bad either … maybe you should really find a way to get Paul off your mind.”

I laughed, “We’ll see.” But, I was thinking about it. Ralph wasn’t unattractive; he was well built and had a deep natural tan. I wasn’t one for one night stands normally, but my whole life was changing … maybe it wasn’t such a bad thing. Just then, the boys came out of the room, letting us know it was time to head over to the house.

Bobby handed me the bottle and I drank what was left. It wasn’t much, but then, I was never a heavyweight. I was already feeling buzzed by the end of the five or six minute walk over to the frat house. Bobby spent most of the walk groping Sarah, and Ralph spent most of it ogling me. He wasn’t the most tactful boy in the world, that was certain.

When we got there, it seemed like things had just gotten started. All the members of the frat where there, in a smoke filled basement, with very loud music and a makeshift bar. The first thing I noticed was that there were very few other girls there. Those who were there had several guys hovering around them, feeding them drinks.

Sarah grabbed my arm again and took me to the bar. “My friend needs shots! Lots of them!” she shouted over the music to the bartender, who was almost certainly too young to drink. He was only too happy to oblige. I sat on one of the wobbly stools and took a few shots with Sarah. Before I knew it, she was gone and Ralph was in her place.

He continued to feed me shots and shoo away the other boys who were trying to crowd around me. I was getting very drunk. Ralph was getting bolder, telling me how sexy I was in that dress, and how much he wanted to dance with me. I smiled, loving the attention as much as Sarah loved it.

At the thought, I looked over the crowd for her, but couldn’t find her. I spotted Bobby with his hand up one of the other girls’ skirts on a couch. I laughed. Sarah wasn’t the jealous type, so it didn’t bother me. I walked over to ask where she was. I didn’t really care if this was inconvenient to Bobby, as I was still a little worried about my friend’s whereabouts.

As I got closer to Bobby and the girl, I heard her softly moaning into his mouth as they kissed. I would never let Bobby touch me, as he was sleeping with Sarah, but I couldn’t help but feel jealous of the girl. I really needed that sort of release. Bobby told me he didn’t know where Sarah was, and I decided to check the bathroom.

When I got there, my mind was consumed with thoughts of how that girl with Bobby was feeling. I thought about how I could get the same treatment tonight if I gave Ralph a chance. I was getting very wet for the second time today. By the time I got to the front of the bathroom line, I had forgotten why I was there. I went in and slid my hand into my panties. It was the only thing I could think about. The bathroom was disgusting, but it didn’t matter to me. I rubbed myself furiously, thinking about Ralph fingering me in the middle of that crowd. I wanted that. I needed it. I was getting close to cumming on my own fingers.

Someone pounded on the door. I came out of my haze, prematurely. “One minute,” I yelled out. I took a deep breath and made a decision. I slid my panties off and stuffed them into my purse. It didn’t mean that I was actually going to let Ralph get anywhere with me, but if I did decided to, well at least this made it easy.

I felt so sexy. This was completely unlike me. The pounding came again. Finally, I opened the door, to a very drunk Sarah.

“The boys want us to dance!”

“With them, or for them?” I laughed.