No, frat bros have fun with her

Kacey walked through campus, and was right next to the parking lot, when her path took her in front of the Epsilon Nu Phi fraternity house, where a bunch of muscly bros were out front playing beer pong on the lawn.

"Heyyy, look at the See-Through Streaker," one of them called out to Kacey, who just blushed and looked forward.

"You know that's Little Miss Perfect," said another bro, who was into her back when she got her PhD but was annoyed at being blue-balled after finding out she was too young, "now she's grown and showing herself off!"

"Why don't you give us a show?" another bro started walking towards Kacey.

"Sorry, boys," Kacey turned to face them, "I have to get home."

"You're a grown woman!" said the bro who had always fancied her, "You don't have a bedtime!"

"My parents need me for dinner," Kacey excused herself as she turned to head away, looking at her car within eyesight, "but thank you."

But one of the buzzed bros wasn't having it. Before Kacey could make a mad dash for it, he rushed up to her and picked her up right out of her shoes, which fell to the sidewalk as he carried her back to the beer pong table, where he laid her face up by the net before unbuttoning her jeans.

Kacey kicked and screamed as a bro pulled her jeans and panties down and off her, before rubbing her feet that were golden-brown on top and fleshy and pale on bottom. Another bro held her arms up as the third pulled her (well, the school's) shirt up and off and unclasped her bra.

For what was surprisingly the first time today, Kacey was completely nude in public as she lay on the beer pong table, her bare body facing anyone who might walk past the Epsilon Nu Phi house and think that she was freshmeat giving entertainment to the higher-ups. She was nervous, unsure of what these bros were going to do to her, but at the same time excited and morbidly curious. She was too young to experience Greek life when she was a student, and the bros did hold onto her quite firmly but softly, giving her massages that felt nice. On the other hand, she could still grab her purse and make a mad dash for her car, clothes or no clothes.