The Party

You head into the party, where the music is loud and an ocean of people are pressed together. This frat house is reminiscent of a mosh pit, except the music in a mosh pit would actually be better than this - could they really not have picked a more generic song than “Africa”? You make your way through the crowd and head for the bar at the back, because God knows you need a drink in your hand if you’re going to get through this night. You see a familiar face or two, but before you can call out their names, they’re swept away by the crowd to some corner unknown.

You eventually find yourself at the bar, where a cute brunette is furiously mixing drinks.

“What’ll it be for you?” she calls out, catching your eye. When she notices your look of confusion, she points to a blackboard hanging to the side - there’s a small list of cocktails and a long list of cheap beer and wine.

You yell out your order, unsure if she’s heard you or not, but she presses a can of beer into your hand after a few seconds, and you hold up your phone, showing her that you’ve Venmo’d the frat the appropriate amount of money.

She pauses, shaking her head, and leans over the bar, cupping her hands around your ear.

“First drink of the night’s on me!” she shouts, rummaging through a drawer and passing you some cash.

“That’s generous of you,” you call back. “You need any help back there? I swear I can mix a mean drink.”

She gives you a broad smile, holding up a hand to calm down the other angry patrons demanding their drinks. She scribbles down something on a sheet of paper, then passes it to you. Laura, it says, followed by a phone number. Call me, she mouths, before waving you away so that she can deal with the other thirsty customers.

Laura

Damn, that was a the easiest number you’ve ever gotten. Of course, you can’t do anything with the number in your pocket right now, so you make your way into the press of writhing bodies again. You don’t really feel like dancing right now, even if there are some hot girls who catch your eye, so you slowly make your way to a side room, just in time for the opening bars of “Mr. Brightside” to echo through the dance floor, sending a fresh wave of screams and cheers through the crowd.

The scene in this side room is a little more bearable - a bunch of guys and girls standing around a table, playing beer pong. You see Christina standing and watching, and join her, before you’re taken aback by the who’s playing at the table.

“Wait, that’s Gina,” you say, your cock twitching despite your best efforts. She’s got a form-fitting black lace dress on, one that you could tear open with just one deft motion and you could…

Gina

“Who’s Gina? And hey Alex,” Christina says, turning to give you a side-hug.

“Oh, right, forgot you don’t know her yet. Gina’s my older sister - she’s a senior,” you say, as you try to banish thoughts of how hot she is from your mind.

“Damn, she’s quite the looker,” Christina says. “Too bad she’s too fucking good at this game. They’re never going to get her to strip.”

Looking at the table, you see that Gina’s got a male partner, and the team across from them is composed of a guy and a girl too. Gina’s the only one fully dressed; the others are all in their underwear. The other girl, in particular, is showing off a very nice rack behind her bra, and you think you can almost make out her nipples. “So this is strip beer pong? Yeah, Gina’s been acing this shit since freshman year of high school. The others stand no chance,” you say, as she sinks another ping pong ball into a cup. Secretly, you’re a little disappointed that she made it.

“Well, you came just in time for this to get exciting,” Christina says, and the crowd roars as the other girl misses her shot. She picks up a cup from the side, and drenches her bra in the beer, making her tits stand clear for all to see. The guys whoop and holler, and the girl gives a slight curtsy, making sure to show off her assets as she does so.

“I’ve got my eyes on Gina’s partner,” Christina says. “He’s really packing it - and would you look at those abs!”

She crosses her fingers as the guy goes for the shot, and when the ball bounces off the rim of the cup, Christina squeals, grabbing onto you. “Holy shit, he’s going to do it,” she says, as he pours a cup over his Calvin Kleins, revealing an impressively sized semi-stiff member. He inches towards Gina, thrusting his hip; she raises an eyebrow and pushes him away.

“Holy shit, he’s got me so horny,” Christina says, somewhat dreamily. You feel her hand slip under your shirt, and you start to guide her away from the table. This is your chance!

What do you do?

Laura +5
Christina +10