Lace, Leather, and Lingerie

Having grown accustomed to getting your rocks off pretty much whenever you want, you find the three days to the weekend to be interminable. Carl is no help, as he spends all his time going on and on about how cool his first party was, when the girls went to a private beach and he got it on with four of them at once in the surf. You note on the invitation that this party will be taking place in the house ("Not to worry," Carl said, "they're probably even hotter on their own turf.") and that you can expect a package to arrive via FedEx with your attire for the evening.

When it does arrive, you waste no time ripping into it. You discover only two garments: a pair of spandex pants, and a bow tie. The pants fit you tightly and you can't help but wonder about the practicality of pulling them off every time a girl wants to mount your meat, until you discover a flap in the front that's designed to tuck out of the way and expose your cock when it's needed. Very kinky – at first you wonder how you'll be able to wear them with a straight face, but then it occurs to you that if this is the male outfit, what might the girls be wearing?

Saturday doesn't get there soon enough. You squeeze into the pants and put on normal clothes over the top of them. A limousine comes to pick you up in front of the dorm, and you're not alone – apart from Carl, there are two other guys waiting there to be picked up.

"Hey, first time?" one of them asks you.

"Um, sure," you reply.

"Cool."

The four of you get into the car, which drives off.

"I'm Matthew, this is Rocky," the guy says. "Carl, of course, you know."

"John," you reply.

"Dude, you have no idea what a sweet deal you've gotten yourself into here," Matthew continues. "I started with the APO's last year, and believe me, you ain't seen nothing yet. You know, they're even arranging an exchange program for me so their Boston chapter can try me out while they take a guy from there?"

"No shit?"

"I tell you, you treat these girls right, they'll do anything for you. And they have some alumni in high places, too. We got a bright future ahead."

"I'm just thinkin' about tonight," Carl says with a chuckle.

You relax a bit, realizing you were a little hesitant about meeting your fellow House Studs, but it looks like they're a decent bunch of guys. The APO's choose well, it seems.

When you arrive at the house, you're surprised to see a pair of police officers out front. For a panicky moment, you wonder if they're raiding the place, but Matthew reassures you. "Relax," he says. "Those guys are here all the time. They've got a deal worked out with the girls to protect them from gate crashers in exchange for a few favors here and there. Cops get horny too, you know."

You shrug – it makes sense, the girls wouldn't want their party interrupted.

The girl who answers the door is a redhead in a green party dress. "Oh great, you're here!" she squeals, ushering you in. The door closes behind you, and suddenly Mary's tour-guide smile turns into something more seductive. "Okay studs," she says, "we want you out of those street clothes and into your party duds before you go in. The girls are all dressed up and you need to be too! You know the drill."

"John doesn't," Carl says. "It's his first party at the house."

"Oh yeah, you're the new guy!" Mary says with delight. "Come on, let me show you where to go." She takes you by the hand and leads you through a door and down a set of stairs, with the other guys following. "I doubt you've been in this part of the house before," Mary says as she takes you into the basement. "We've set this aside for our boys. This is where you hang out, or change clothes, shower, relax between girls on busy nights, that kind of thing. Only house officers are allowed in here, and even then we're not allowed to have sex with the guys in these rooms."

The basement turns out to resemble a comfortable locker room, with about a dozen closet-sized lockers, worn but comfortable-looking sofas, shower stalls, and so on. The other guys go straight to their lockers and start getting changed. You notice your name on one of them.

"Go ahead and put your clothes in there," Mary says. "There's a few other outfits in there that the girls might request you put on from time to time, but all you need for tonight are the clothes we sent you. You'll want to leave them here when the party's over, so that way you don't have uncomfortable explaining to do if someone finds them in your closet."

"What'd I tell you?" Matthew asks. "These girls are great! They think of everything!"

"Thanks, Matthew," Mary says, giving him a wink. "Anyway, we'll see you upstairs in five minutes. The girls are getting horny, you know."

"Save me a dance later, Mary?" Rocky calls.

"I'll save you more than that, stud boy," she responds on her way back up the stairs.

You get changed as fast as you can.

The other guys finish first, and charge up the stairs in front of you. As you head up the stairs, you hear the music starting and the wild, happy voices of girls having fun. Taking a deep breath, you open the door to the party room.

It's a scene from some of your more lurid fantasies. All the girls in the house are there, but the sum total of clothing on the group probably wouldn't adequately cover just one of them. Leather, Lace, and Lingerie seems to be the theme of the night. Some of them are talking amongst themselves, some have already started dancing, some are making out with the boys or each other.

"Hey, John!" calls a familiar voice to your left. You turn and see that it's Julie, dressed in a white open-nipple shelf bra and matching panties, along with spike heels that raise her almost eye-to-eye with you. A white transparent robe slips halfway off her shoulders. She makes her way over to you and greets you with a close kiss, pushing her hardened nipples into your bare chest. "Mmm, I felt that get a rise out of you," she says. "Here, I want you to meet someone – this is Christine."

"Hey," you say to the body-stockinged brunette beauty.

"Hi," Christine says back with a smile. Her hair is straight and shining, brushed over one shoulder. You can't quite place her features, but she somehow looks European – but without the accent to match. Her breasts are hand-sized and marked off by tan lines.

"This is Christine's first House Party too," Julie says. "Actually, up until recently she was kind of against the whole stud program."

"That was before that jerk screwed around on me," Christine says with a sneer. "I was saving myself for him, too. Now I'm taking my cherry somewhere else."

<<A virgin?>> you think to yourself.

"Can you get me a drink?" Christine asks you. "Something like a red wine?"

"Sure," you reply gallantly, and move off into the crowd. After a moment, you notice Julie following you.

"Hey, I don't want you to think I'm putting you on the spot," Julie says. "I just figured you might be good for her. But the rules of the party say that there is no jealousy, there are no claims, so don't feel like you have to stick with her tonight after you get her a drink. She's well aware that you might prefer a girl who's more eager."

At the bar, you order a red wine for Christine and a Coke for yourself, figuring you don't need **** stunting your performance.