It was totally the tits!

Wendell stood near a small table in the living room sizing up the dancers. His wet crotch from looking at the two women, told him exactly what he was supposed to do now. He'd been Stacy for a bit, and it was great, but she was petite. He was thinking that now was a good time to get either a bigger bust, or a larger rear, and there was a whole house to pick from.

"Hey Pocahontas, you need a burnin' hunk o' love?" A thin guy with a greasy face and a general gangly appearance, stood in a lame jailhouse Elvis costume not but a foot away from Wendell. Horny and impatient Wendell almost said a simple no, but then a great big idea almost forced a smile onto Wendell's face. He knew this guy from Bio 201, and Wendell always hated his loud annoying chewing gum habit. Not the most offensive thing but...

I'm Stacy...and Stacy is very, very mean and swears like a sailor.

"Burning hunk o'love? You? You're a scrawny fucking loser?"

"Alright, damn," the guy said walking away. His lips moved as he walked, but it was too loud to hear what he said.

"Oh, and by the way, Burning Love was 70s Elvis, asshole!" Wendell finished and could hardly contain a laugh. He wasn't sure if Stacy would have even known that about the song, but being able to say whatever he wanted to that guy was too much fun.

"Who was that loser? Doesn't he know you're with Hank?"

Wendell, looked behind him to see two girls marching up close. Stacy's two closest friends: Marcie Hill, a tall very busty brunette, dressed as a skimpy witch, and another girl also brunette, with thick, wide hips and very tanned skin, dressed as Daisy Duke(?). Wendell had seen her, but didn't know her name.

Big tits and a round ass. What are the odds?

"I'd have Hank kick that guy's ass, girl. He shouldn't have even thought he could talk to you," Marcie said with an eye roll of disgust.

"That guy's in my stupid math class and I have to look at the back of his dumb head every day while he talks to that goofy guy Ray all the time," the unknown girl followed up.

"The guys on this campus are so lame. Well, anyway, Stacy where's Hank and when'd you get here, why didn't you look for us?" Marcie talked very quickly.

Not gonna feel bad in the slightest for using one of these two for bit...hell or both.

"Hank....has the flu," Wendell stuck with that story. Nobody could check tonight anyway. Hank had no phone in the dorm, and most everyone he knew was here.

"He seemed fine earlier," the unknown girl replied. "You better keep your eye on him girl. Remember, when Kurt told me he had to 'help clean out the frat house', he was seeing Sheila in town."

"God you tell us that every other day, Gracie. WE KNOW. Also, Kurt is a tool and I told you that he humps anything he sees before you started dating him," Marcie's witch hat wobbled as she spoke.

Gracie...thanks Marcie.

"Yeah, Gracie. We've heard all that before," Wendell tried to both affirm Gracie's name in his mind and seem like he was Stacy.

"Still feels bad..." Gracie trailed off putting her hands on her ample hips and shifting her weight.

"Well tonight is the perfect night to meet someone new," Gracie gestured out to the dancing crowd. "Hey, why aren't you dancing, Stace? You're usually moving all over the place."

I can't dance to save my life!

"Just...uh...looking for you..two...before I got out there...again."

The song changed to some pop-rock song sung by a man with a husky, harsh voice. An amused Marcie stared wiggling her hips to the beat, and shifted between Wendell and the crowd. "Then lets go! If Hank's not here, you're with us all night!" Marcie took one of Wendell's hands and pulled him into the edge of the dancing crowd. Looking back he saw a swaying Gracie bring up the rear.

This is gonna end so poorly.

Marcie and Gracie danced swaying back and forth to the beat. Marcie seemed to prefer using her arms in fluid movements and Gracie pushed, pulled and threw her hips all around. Wendell just stood like a goon for a moment, the just started doing a mix of both their styles. He copied Marcie's arms and tried to do some of what Gracie did with her hips. It was not horrible, but not exactly in time with the beat.

"You look like you're about to fall over, and why you got that look on your face?" Gracie studied Wendell's face, slowing her pace. Marcie's back was turned. Wendell hadn't even felt the confused and bug-eyed expression he was making.

"I uhh...already had a lot to drink, girl." He softed his face into his best casual smile. Gracie smiled back and seemed to let it go. After laser focusing on his performance, Wendell actually seemed to get a good groove going. When Marcie turned around, she said nothing. She just got a bit close and danced around Wendell, where he took clear notice of her bouncing, full chest popping up and down.

How do those not fall out?

Gracie turned around and Wendell got a nice clear look at her shifting big hips and plump thick cheeks, contained, seemingly only barely, by her denim shorts.

How did she get those on? Damn.

The song changed once more, this time to a dance track, some new electronica song.

"Ugh, I hate this song," Marcie said, rolling her eyes. "I need a cigarette. Let's go out by the pool for a moment."

"You two can go. Don't know how you smoke those things. I..." Gracie replied, posing. "...have to go to the girl's room." She relaxed from her pose and started to turn.

They're splitting up...hmm...