Someone spills a drink on Izzy

The crowd was densely packed; a writhing mass of freshmen dancing, grinding on each other, and even—if the look on that girl’s face was to be believed—outright penetrating each other. Izzy narrowly dodged a couple elbows to the face, but in doing so ended up colliding right into a femboy holding a tall cup of beer.

“Ack!” Izzy cried, stumbling back—but not before the cup’s contents had thoroughly drenched her tube top. “Shit!” she swore.

“Oh don’t worry about it; just take it off!” said the femboy with a grin. A few other nearby partiers (their attention drawn by Izzy’s cry) cheered their agreement.

Izzy blushed. Could she really? She’d never really done stuff in public before. But… well... She was here for new experiences.

Biting her lip, she steeled her nerve. Before she could change her mind, she grabbed her top and whipped it off, exposing her little mini titties. A wave of rowdy cheers hit her, and she couldn’t help but grin. Emboldened, she put her hands behind her head and shook her chest around—not that there was enough there to even resemble a bounce or jiggle.

Still, it drew more cheers, and Izzy started giggling—until she suddenly felt a hand pawing at her tiny tits. She yelped and looked down. The hand belonged to the femboy who’d spilled the drink. He shamelessly rubbed the faint mounds, hand moving between both of them. “Aww, they’re so tiny and cute!” he said. “Are you sure you’re even a girl?”

Izzy opened her mouth to squawk at him (though she hadn’t yet decided whether it was more important to tell him to take his hand away, or to argue against his comment on their size). Before she could say anything, though, he suddenly pinched one of her little pink nipples. Whatever words had been coming morphed into an adorable squeal as her sensitive nub sent a shock of arousal through her.

The audience gave a mixture of laughing and awwing. Half a dozen more hands moved in on her tiny tits, pulling and squeezing and prodding. Waves of pleasure assaulted Izzy. She couldn’t stop moaning long enough to plead for them to stop, and she was quickly beginning to think she didn't want them to.

Every pinch of her nipples caused her sensitive teen pussy to pulse and drip. She had no doubt she was creating that embarrassing wet spot she’d been worried about. Her legs were shaking beneath her, on the verge of giving way. It came to a head, though, when one of the onlookers leaned down and took one of her nipples in his mouth, giving the tender button a playful bite.

Izzy squealed loudly and her cunt clamped down around nothing. She started squirting through her shorts—splattering femcum all down her own thighs and into a puddle on the floor. Her legs gave out beneath her, and she fell down onto her butt, thoroughly soaking her bottoms in her own juices.

The crowd around her—which had grown by several times—jeered and laughed at her pitiful display. The same drink-spilling femboy bent down over her, prodding at the hem of her shorts.

“Well well well; looks like these are drenched too, now. Think we know what that means…”

Izzy’s eyes went wide.