Party time!

It's the evening of the party, and your heart is racing. Of course, seems to you it's been racing since your coffee date with Clarissa. You're excited to finally have a girl interested in you, but the rain cloud looming in the distance is the fact that actually letting her see you naked could ruin everything. You try not to think about it, as you pull on a pair of black briefs, and slide the rolled up sock down the front of them. You adjust, and pull on your best black slacks, making sure to wear a belt this time. You throw on a blue polo, and your shoes, before heading out the door.

It isn't long before you run into Clarissa in the quad, and are stunned into silence. She is wearing a long, but simple red dress that hugs her curves tightly. She smiles at you, and the light from the setting sun hits her in a way that makes her smooth skin shine.

"Hey Tim. You clean up nice."

"H-hey. You...you look good too. Great even."

"Alright Snagglepuss." she chuckles, "Let's get going. I wanna have some fun while it's still illegal."

She grabs your hand, and begins leading you across campus. On your way, you walk past groups of students, most of them smoking, and discussing whatever they learned that day as if they had been the one to discover it. It isn't long before you approach a beige, two story house. Multi-colored lights flash in the windows, and loud, thumping music blares from inside. The party is so well populated, that about a dozen students have spilled out onto the front porch and lawn. The two of you make your way past them, and into the house. You enter through the kitchen, where Clarissa grabs you each a beer, and then guides you to the garage, which requires navigating a few hallways.

"You really know your way around." you say, trying to keep up with her, while not spilling your drink.

"The house belongs to a friend of mine. Her mom's gonna shit." With that, Clarissa pulls you into the garage, where a small group of people are talking and drinking. They pay little attention to the two of you, as you talk the night away, only leaving to grab more beer, and do some light mingling whenever one of you needs an escort to the bathroom. The night ends up being a bit of a blur, and the next thing you know, she's leading you upstairs.

She almost shoves you into a dark room, and down onto a bed. You can't see anything, but you feel her warm lips pressing against your neck, as her hands run across your chest, slowly unbuttoning your shirt. Your mind races, and you try to find the words, or even the ability to speak them, but you can't.

She throws open your shirt, and immediately begins working on your belt, causing your pulse to increase rapidly. She slowly slides your pants down your legs, and you feel her reach for your crotch, grabbing the sock.

"What the fuck?" She back up, and flips the light on, blinding you slightly. Before you can react, she grabs the waistband of your underwear, and yanks downward, allowing the sock to fall to the floor, and exposing your inch long flaccid cock. "Holy shit, are you kidding me?" she laughs, as you try to pull your briefs back up. She keeps a hold on them, however, easily overpowering you. "Oh no little man. You tricked me and wasted my night, you're not getting away that easy." That's when she grabs a couple shirts from the nearby dresser, and climbs on top of you.

She works quickly, tying your wrists to the headboard with the shirts, before ripping your briefs down off your legs entirely, leaving you exposed and unable to cover your shame. "Holy crap that thing is tiny."

"Please let me go. I didn't mean to trick anyone, I promise." You beg for her to let you go, but that doesn't seem likely.