Top That

Somewhere between interviews, Kelly lost track of her Research Assistant. Emma was supposed to be trying to find participants for longer-term observation, but she was nowhere to be found. She wasn’t by the pool (though several clearly fully naked partygoers were), nor was she in the kitchen.

Kelly did find a raven-haired girl lying on her back on the kitchen table, bottomless with a bikini top, while the redhead who had let Kelly and Emma into the party tried to pick up a plastic shot glass full of brown liquid from the first girl’s pussy lips, while using only her mouth. Several observers stood around the pair, cheering. After a moment, the redhead straightened, shot glass now held in her own lips, and tipped her head back to cause the liquid to go down her throat. Then she spit the plastic cup away, grimaced at the taste of the ****, and let out a triumphant “Whoooo!”

A shirtless boy holding a bottle of Jägermeister looked around and shouted, “Who’s next? How ‘bout you!” He was pointing at Kelly, she realized.

“No thank you,” she called back. “Have any of you seen a blonde girl named Emma?”

But as soon as she had refused, the group had gone back to ignoring her. Kelly suddenly wondered if Emma had gone off and gotten herself wasted. She should have known better than to bring a Freshman to a party with **** flowing quite this freely. Part of her was mad and part of her just really hoped the girl was OK.

She was quickly distracted by the sound of more cheering and other, more exotic sounds coming from the next room. She remembered there was some sort of game going on in there. What was it Christy had called it? “Top That,” she remembered. Well, maybe Emma was in there.

Kelly walked down a half-flight of stairs into a large common room with several couches and chairs arranged in a semi-circle, a widescreen TV set at one end. All of this furniture had people on it, with others leaning against the walls or sitting on the floor, and they were all cheering, applauding, or shouting encouragement.

When Kelly walked close enough to see past the bystanders, she could see what they were cheering for. Christy Zhang, now wearing only the bra part of her pink sorority lingerie, straddled a muscular boy on a single chair that had been set up in front of the TV. He was fiercely and intensely pounding his cock into her shaved pussy, over and over. The loud slapping noise of each thrust could easily be heard over the crowd. Christy was wordlessly yelling, clearly overwhelmed by the experience of the dick slamming into her. Her eyes were halfway rolled up into her head.

After a few moments, Christy braced her legs on the floor on either side of the chair, her scream increasing in pitch. The boy’s cock slid out of her. Her knees buckled, her taut stomach muscles flexing. Then a jet of liquid squirted out of Christy and onto the floor, while her yell coalesced into an “Oh fuuuuuuuck!” Kelly noticed for the first time that a plastic tarp had been thoughtfully laid out on the floor around the chair. The boy who had been pistoning into Christy caught the girl before she crumpled bonelessly into the puddle of her own cum. The crowd continued to hoot and holler.

“Yeah girl!” screamed one of her sorority sisters, hands cupped around her mouth.

“Splash zone!” Kelly heard a boy call out. This was met with a mix of laughter and groans.

Christy continued hanging onto her partner for several seconds, breathing hard, then began laughing uncontrollably, leaning her head into the boy's bare shoulder. Finally, she got herself together enough to turn to look at her audience and quietly say, “Top that.”

“Fuck yes, you heard her!” A tall blonde girl strode forward confidently out of the crowd. She wore the same Delta Zeta Kappa lingerie set, but she looked like she was made to wear it, filling it out in all the right places. She grabbed Christy’s limp arm and pulled the girl to her feet. “Fuck yes, girl!” she repeated. This must be Alexis, the Chapter President that Christy had mentioned, thought Kelly.

She watched the freshman girl make her way back into the crowd, while Alexis remained in the center of the circle. “I just want to remind you guys that there is not only the honor of Delta Zeta Kappa on the line tonight…” She held up her phone, displaying a QR code. “But also four free tickets to the new Serena Gimenez movie. I know a lot of you probably don’t get to movie theaters much, but I hear you might want to make an exception for this one. I just thought you guys might need some extra incentive. And really, I was right, because now I think it’s my turn, if that’s cool with everybody?”

This was met with more supportive shouts and applause, particularly from the Delta Zeta Kappas in the audience.

Alexis raised an arm and called out, “OK, I’m gonna need a hard one.”

At first, Kelly thought she was talking about an alcoholic beverage, but this proved incorrect when, at the vociferous encouragement of one of his friends, a mop-headed, baby-faced boy stood up from the crowd and, after a moment’s hesitation, walked over to Alexis. Without even looking him in the eye, the blonde casually reached down and stuck her hand inside the boy’s shorts. He closed his eyes briefly and grunted. She raised one eyebrow slightly.

“That’ll work,” Alexis said. She smirked at the boy. Kelly thought that it looked like she was the predator and he was the prey. “I’m Alexis,” she said to him.

“Tucker,” he said with a grin.

Kelly watched the young woman, with total assurance, fall down onto her knees. In one motion, she tugged down both his shorts and his underwear. His seven-inch erect cock hung in the air directly in front of Alexis’ face.

The blonde turned to a fellow Delta Zeta Kappa nearby and asked, “What’s the record, forty seconds?”

“Thirty-eight,” the other girl replied.

Alexis tossed her phone to the other girl and said, “Time me, slut.”

She took a deep, preparatory breath, the crowd quieted a little, then her friend said, “Right, ready, set… go.” Then the friend pressed a button on the phone.

The crowd burst back into noise, and Alexis slid her mouth over Tucker’s cock. She took it down into her throat in one go, the whole length. Her nose touched his stomach. Then she started fucking his cock with her mouth. She made several rhythmic, loud glugging sounds.

Kelly had seen a woman deepthroat a cock before (it wasn’t as if she had never watched porn, though if she was honest it had been a few years), but never in person, and never with such… assured urgency. She thought she had gotten used to the lack of clothing and charged atmosphere over the course of the evening, but she was suddenly very aware of how short her skirt was, and how she was feeling beneath it. She took a long breath out through her mouth.

“Twenty-five!” called out the timekeeper. When Alexis pulled her head back, Kelly could get a glimpse of the girl doing something else with her tongue. Her spit now coated Tucker’s cock, and she was working the shaft with both hands on every out-stroke. He had his head thrown back, mouth hanging open. “Thirty!”

Somehow, Alexis sped up her cadence further. Tucker brought his head forward and looked down at her. She looked him right in the eyes and winked.

He grunted, and she immediately pulled her head forward, taking his entire length in her mouth again. Kelly could see Tucker’s balls clench as he shot his load down Alexis’ throat. She kept her mouth closed around him, not flinching once.

She quickly pulled off of him and hurriedly swallowed, then flashed her tongue at the cheering audience to show she had gotten it all. The timekeeper stopped the clock the same moment. Alexis looked at her friend expectantly, instantly ignoring the guy whose cum she had just swallowed.

The other girl displayed the phone screen and said, “Thirty-nine seconds. Sorry.”

The crowd groaned. Alexis slapped the rug of the common room in frustration, but she had a smile on her face. She got to her feet, shaking her head, then turned back to Tucker, who was pulling up his pants.

“That’s on you,” she said to him with a half-smile, “but no big.” Kelly watched the Chapter President extend an arm toward him and thought for a moment the pair were going to shake hands, but then Alexis grabbed Tucker’s forearm, pulled him toward her, and gave him a long, hard kiss. He hungrily groped her ass while he had the chance. Then she pulled back, turned to her audience, and yelled, “Top that, sluts!”

“We could win the tickets, you know. I hear it’s a good movie.”

Kelly did a double-take at Emma standing next to her. “What? Where were you? I was looking for you.”

“Sorry,” Emma said. “I didn’t mean to disappear. I was trying to find some volunteers, like you said.”

“Did you find any?”

Emma gave her an impish little smile. “Maybe.” She motioned toward the center of the cheers with her chin. “Whatcha think?”

Kelly swallowed, thinking about this. “It’s… it’s really different from my own experiences, that’s for certain. I think the web of social interrelationships might seem simple at first, but it's actually more complicated than it seems. It's all very interesting.”

Emma snorted, but she was still smiling. “Is that all you… found interesting?” The girl raised an eyebrow and bit her lip, and Kelly’s felt her breathing quicken and her nerves clench inside her chest. “I was being serious. If we… worked together, we could win that game.” She reached out and ran a finger slowly down the edge of Kelly’s exposed collarbone. It occurred to Kelly then that maybe Emma had, in fact, had a couple drinks. The finger slipped under one of the straps holding Kelly’s top up and pushed it lightly to the side, causing it to almost, but not quite, fall off her shoulder. Kelly’s breath caught, her eyes stuck on Emma’s tongue sliding lightly over her lips.

The younger blonde leaned forward slightly, and softly asked, “Whaddaya say, Doc?”