Consciousness returned slowly, seeming to creep into my body in little pieces. I tried to crack open an eye, but was unable to. As I lay with my eyes shut, the excesses of last night began to trickle back into my memory. It was rush week at my university and I had been at a sorority party where I was a pledge. The party had been fantastic, and near the end the sisters had made all of us pledges come upstairs. Slowly it came back to me why I couldn't open my eyes. I gingerly lifted a hand up and began picking the dried cum out of my eyelashes. Eventually I was able to open both of my eyes and see the aftermath of the party. I was sprawled face-up on a queen-sized bed in one of the upstairs rooms of the sorority. Three of my fellow pledges were in the room with me, two on another bed on the opposite side of the room and one in the bed with me. I wasn't too concerned with them, at least initially, and instead began to take stock of my situation.

I propped my head up on a pillow and looked down. My nineteen-year-old 38d breasts were absolutely covered in cum; the only skin I could see was through a layer of thick goo. A lot of it was dry, but some of the larger blobs were still partially liquid, as was the large pool that had formed in the valley between my boobs and my neck. I could see partially congealed rivulets that ran from my nipples (which were becoming hard remembering all that had happened last night!) all the way to the bed. Some of my long, dirty blond hair had gotten plastered to my body, glued on with cum.

Looking further down my body I could see that my stomach was in no better shape. Another large pool had formed in and around my belly button, nearly obscuring the henna tattoo I had put on especially for the party. I could see that cascades of cum had slid off my stomach and down my sides and the pools on either side of my body were truly impressive. The bed we were lying on had a plastic sheet on it, presumably to make the eventual clean up easier. What it meant to me though, was that I was lying in a pool of cum, perhaps a half-inch deep, that had formed in the depression my body made in the mattress.

Continuing my inspection, I could see the junction between my two widely splayed legs. I'm a bit of a stickler when it comes to my pubic hair; in general I wax all of it except for a small triangle at the top of my pussy. While the waxing itself is extraordinarily painful the silky smooth skin that it leaves behind makes it easily worthwhile—there's nothing worse than feeling stubble on your pussy lips! For this party, though, I had waxed the whole thing and I was now looking down at my bald pussy, which, like the rest of me, was liberally covered with cum. I could only see the upper portion of my lips, but I knew how the rest must look. My normally tight pussy had taken a lot of dicks the night before and I could feel it gaping open. I knew that it was completely filled with cum. Every slight movement would cause a little bit to spooge out, dribbling down through my asshole and joining the large pool beneath my ass. I say through my asshole because it too had been used a significant number of times last night and, like my pussy, was gaping open and full of cum. My inner thighs were coated with jizz and even my legs and calves, which are well toned and nicely tanned by field hockey practice, had splashes of dried cum everywhere.

Resting my head back down on the bed I took a moment to revel in the situation. Last night I had been treated like a complete slut and I had loved every minute of it. I don't know how many guys fucked me; I had lost count before I even made it into double digits and between the four of us pledges we had probably made it to triple digits. I had had dicks in every one of my orifices, usually more than one at a time. Guys had pumped loads of jism up my pussy and ass, down my throat, and over my face and tits. Some of the guys had been so excited by the situation that they didn't even get around to fucking me, they had just jacked off over my tight belly and large tits. And now I was relaxing in a pool of cum, my pussy and ass gaping open and leaking, and I was even more turned on than I was the night before! Well, ok, I'm not sure if that was really possible, but I could definitely feel a tingling starting in my pussy!

Propping myself up further, I turned and looked at the pledge lying next to me. Her name was Cindy and we had quickly become best friends, even though we'd only known each other for a couple of months. Like me, she is a serious looker. She's a little shorter than I am (she's 5'6" while I'm 5'8") and a bit more voluptuous (her hips are a little bit wider and she has an extra "d" over me in cup size!). Her most outstanding feature though is her beautiful, slightly curly, red hair. It has amazing golden highlights and is a perfect frame for her picture-perfect face. Her skin is light colored and as smooth as porcelain; she has gorgeous clear green eyes, delicate, arching red eyebrows and high cheekbones.

Of course, the majority of her doll-fine features were obscured by the ropy strings of cum criss-crossing her face, and it was almost impossible to see her ruby red lips because they were completely coated with the pearly-white translucence of so many guys' loads. I must have looked the same way; I had a strong aftertaste of cum in my mouth and I could feel it dripping onto my face from my hair, sliding down my nose and cheeks and chin before dully splashing onto my chest and breasts. The lake that had formed in my cleavage began to run down and merged with the lake on my stomach. That lake in turn overflowed and cum began oozing down my sides, into my pussy and ass, and onto the bed.

It was too much for me. I reached down to my pussy and began running my fingers up and down my well used, drooling slit. I dipped two fingers inside my pussy and scooped out a fingerful of cum, bringing it to my mouth to taste it's salty, nutty flavor. I could feel my pussy beginning to heat up and my juices began flowing, mixing with the residue left behind from the guys last night. I returned one hand to my pussy to continue frigging myself and grabbed my breast with the other. Or I should say, tried to; my boob was much too slippery to get a good grip on but I tried valiantly! Plunging two, then three fingers into my pussy I really started getting into it. I finally managed to get a good grip on my breast, and brought the cum-covered nipple up to my mouth to suck on, savoring the taste of partly dried cum.

Just as I was about to orgasm I felt another hand join mine at my pussy. I looked down in time to see one of Cindy's fingers slip into me, making space beside mine. Wordlessly I withdrew my fingers and Cindy plunged two and then three fingers into my pussy. Cum displaced by her fingers and my juices dribbled out and onto the bed, but I didn't care. I arched my back in time to her thrusts and shortly began to have a tremendous orgasm. My warm, sticky cum began spurting onto her hand and when she slid her thumb over my clit I seriously began to see stars. As my orgasm finished washing over me I collapsed back into the puddle of cum I had been passed out in and looked over to Cindy.

"What a night huh Sydney?" she said stretching languorously. As she opened her mouth to speak strings of cum stretched between her lips.

"That was unbelievable," I replied. "I haven't been fucked that well in, well, ever! And that was a pretty pleasant way to wake up, I have to admit," I continued. "Perhaps I can return the favor!"

"Perhaps you can," she mused.

I rolled onto my side, putting an arm over her and pulling her closer to me. We began kissing passionately, loving the taste of each other's mouths mixed with cum from dozens of guys. She rolled onto her side and we embraced each other. The feel of our breasts rubbing together, lubricated by cum, was fantastic. We ground our bare pelvises together (she had shaved her pussy for last night as well!) loving the smooth, slippery, slimy feeling. The only sounds in the room were our heavy breathing and the squishy, soggy sound of our bodies rubbing against each other. Hating to leave her arms, but needing more direct stimulation of my pussy, I pulled out of Cindy's embrace, crawled down to the end of the bed and turned around. I slid between her legs and began to grind my pussy on her inner thigh. Each pass of my pelvis would leave a wet, sticky trail. She wasn't able to stand my teasing anymore and begged for me to move my pussy up to hers. When I did, the feeling was incredible. Her pussy, like mine, was yawning open and cum was pouring out in rivulets. The sight of our two sloppy, messy pussies rubbing against each other will be forever etched into my mind! Our lips alternately sticking and sliding against each other and the wet, squishy sounds were mind blowing. I could feel the heat of her pussy against mine and I'm sure she could feel the same. When our clits rubbed against each other I could swear bolts of lightning shot between us. In what seemed like seconds we both began spasming as orgasms rushed over us. Her pussy contracted violently and her love juices began pouring out over my pussy. That, in turn, sent me over the edge and my pussy began spurting all over her. Rubbing up against her frantically, our orgasms seemed to go on forever. When we finally came down we collapsed into a sweaty pile of intertwined legs and pussies. A mixture of our cum and sweat and the cum from the guys of last night dripped liberally from our pussies onto the bed below. Exhausted we dozed off, our pussies glued together by drying cum.

The next time I woke up, it was to the sound of the sorority president entering the room. It must have been almost noon, and light was streaming into the airy, bright room.

"Time to get up girls," Kim, the president said. "I trust that you all had a satisfying night's 3;sleep. As you know," she continued as we groggily began to focus on her, "This party marks the end of rush week, and it is my pleasure to announce the results."

That really got the four of us moving and we hurried to get out of bed. In retrospect we must have made for a pretty funny sight and a startling contrast. Kim looked immaculate, perfectly made up and wearing a short, flowery summer dress and white, strappy sandals. The four pledges, though, were a mess. The act of standing up had caused new rivers of cum to begin flowing down us, dripping off our faces and breasts. Our pussies and assholes acted like artesian cum springs, with jizz bubbling out and oozing down our legs. I was glad to see that the other girls were as messy as I was. Our hair, which had been primped to perfection last night, was a matted, sticky mess; eyeliner and lipstick that had been painstakingly applied was now a smeary wreck.

"Now that I have your attention," Kim continued after pausing to let us collect ourselves "I want you to know that out of the 20 pledges we had this year, the four in this room were the best. Congratulations, you all have been accepted to tri-delta!"

Our girlish, high-pitched screams of glee probably broke windows two blocks away, but we didn't care. We'd been accepted by the best, most prestigious sorority on campus! Without thinking the four of us hugged each other, breasts jostling together in an emotional, slippery group hug.

Once the squealing had subsided a smiling Kim continued. "Your first job as sisters in tri-delta is to clean up this room. As of now, the four of you are roommates and this will be your room. Four other new sisters live across the hall from you, and there is a communal bathroom at the end of the hallway. Personally, I'm starving; the dining room, as you know, is downstairs. Lunch is served until 1:30. I suggest you hurry up and clean yourselves off before joining the rest of us for a meal!" Kim began to leave and, as she was heading out the door, turned back to us. "Congratulations again girls, I'm sure we're all going to have a great time together!"

Little did we know what a great time it was going to be!

chapter 3

I'd been living in the sorority for a couple of months now and it was a great time. I had one of the upstairs rooms, which I shared with three other girls who were all really nice. The only problem with the room, or so I thought initially, was that there were only two queen-sized beds; I shared one with my best friend, Cindy, and the two other girls, Jenny and Ariana, shared the other bed. Cindy and I had been roommates in the freshman dorm and had applied to join tri-delta together (which is where we met the other two girls).

I had never had sex with another woman before, but the morning after the sorority's pledge party I had woken up, covered in cum, in a bed with Cindy. We fooled around a bit that morning and I discovered that I was decidedly bi-sexual and didn't mind sharing a bed with Cindy at all. Judging from the occasional moans and groans I heard, I don't think that Jenny and Ariana minded the living arrangements either! Still, they were more into boys than Cindy and I were and when the day before Valentine's Day rolled around they both had dates while, much to our dismay, Cindy and I did not. We decided to make the best of it though, and go out with each other. We drew straws and I got the long one, meaning that I had to be the "boy" for purposes of the date—I had to make the reservations for dinner and get ready somewhere besides our room (we couldn't get ready together because then there would be no surprises on the date!).

On the morning of Valentine's Day I woke up and hopped into the two-person shower, which Jenny was already in. While helping wash each other's backs we talked about our plans for the day; Jenny said that she and Ariana figured that their dates would last all night, and that we shouldn't expect them back until the morning. On my way out to class I relayed this information to Cindy—it was nice to know that we had the room to ourselves all night!

My classes seemed to drag on forever. In psychology we did some sort of personality test with the arrogant Dr. Arton; I didn't really concentrate much on it because I was thinking about my date tonight with Cindy. I had made reservations for us at a little Italian restaurant that was supposed to be very intimate. In my backpack I had already stashed some makeup and jewelry, my favorite red velvet dress (by Bebe) and a pair of strappy, black high-heeled shoes (9 West). I was going to change in the girls' room across the hall from my own; the four girls in there were freshman like us and didn't mind if I joined them while we got ready for our dates. I met Cindy at Ms. Somers' music class and we sat in back together and enjoyed the Brandenburg Concertos. We couldn't keep our eyes (or hands!) off each other and I think we gave some guy sitting in the back row with us quite a show. We were both giddy with excitement as we walked back to the sorority house.

Since I wasn't allowed in our room all afternoon I stayed downstairs and watched TV in the common room. A couple of girls were watching an episode of the Young and the Restless and Victor was doing something horrible to Jack. Of course that seems to be true of just about every episode.

About two hours before I was supposed to pick Cindy up for our date I headed upstairs to get ready. The first thing I did was wax my whole pussy—peach fuzz was beginning to grow in from the last time and I wanted to be as smooth as possible for Cindy. Then I took a shower washing and conditioning my hair. When I got out I stepped into a flurry of activity with five naked (or nearly so) bodies flying around the bathroom getting ready. Some girls were getting into the shower while others were putting on makeup or trying on clothes, seeing what looked best and asking for opinions. Somebody had put on Britney Spears 'Oops! 3;I Did it Again' and we were all singing along over the roar of hair dryers and the shower. After rubbing body oil over myself to keep in the shower's moisture, I managed to fight my way to the mirror. I stopped for a moment to admire what I saw there. My dirty blond hair was still wet and plastered to my body and you could hardly make out the golden highlights. My blue-green eyes were sparkling with anticipation over the night to come and my full lips couldn't help but twist up at on the ends in a smile. My 38d breasts jutted out from my chest with the impressive perkiness of youth. They had only really developed over the past two or three years and I still marveled at their fullness. Cupping them in my hands I held them together, enjoying their softness and substantial heft. I tweaked my nipples and watched them harden. I make it a point to tan topless (and naked if possible) so that I have a nearly perfect tan except for a tiny 'V' in front and an even smaller one in back from my thong bikini bottom. My flat tummy has just the vaguest hint of a six-pack and I keep my long legs and round ass in excellent shape by playing field hockey on the university team.

Snapping out of my reverie I let my breasts go and began blow-drying my hair. Once it was nearly dry I stopped and changed into my dress. Since it was very low-cut in back and had spaghetti straps there was no way I could wear a bra—even a strapless one would have shown. And anyway, I love the feeling of my unconstrained breasts bouncing and jiggling with every step I take! Even without a bra though, you could definitely see my cleavage because my boobs were pressed together by the tight-fitting, stretchy bodice of the dress. I mentioned that the dress was low-cut in back and when I say low cut, I mean low cut. You couldn't quite see the cleavage of my butt cheeks but it was close! The only modest thing about the dress was that it was floor length. Still, the bottom was tight fitting and there was a slit on the left side that reached my upper thigh; every time I took a step I exposed a generous amount of leg and nearly uncovered the matching red velvet thong I slipped on underneath the dress. Going back to the mirror I decided on some fire engine red lipstick, which matched the color of my dress. I went all out for Cindy putting on foundation, blush, eyeliner and mascara. I wore two ruby stud earrings. Finally getting back to my hair I went for an elaborate up do. It took me a couple of tries, but with perseverance and enough hair spray I finally got it just right. I left a few tendrils on either side of my face to frame it. The final piece of the ensemble was a black velvet choker to match my black 3" heels. I looked at the clock and discovered that I was about five minutes late in picking up Cindy. Hurrying across the hall I couldn't believe that I had butterflies in my stomach as I knocked on her, I mean our, door.

"I'll be right there!" I heard Cindy yell from the other side. After a few minutes of nervous anticipation the door opened a crack and Cindy slipped out without letting me see what was inside. Not that I would have noticed anyway, because I couldn't take my eyes off of Cindy. She looked stunning in a "little black dress", pantyhose and high-heeled shoes. She had a beautiful ruby and gold necklace that matched the red and blond highlights in her hair and, like me, she had simple ruby stud earrings in her delicate ear lobes.

"Wow, you look fantastic!" we both stammered at the same time. I reached for her and we embraced in the hallway, our breasts crushing against each other, our tongues seeking and finding one another in a long, wet kiss. We must have held each other in the hallway for at least five minutes as our tongues and hands explored each other's mouths and bodies and I could feel her hard nipples pushing into my breasts.

"Mmmmm 3;we really should 3;mmm 3;get going if we 3;mmmmm 3;want to make it 3;to 3;mmm 3;dinner 3;" I managed to get out.

"Can't we 3;mmmm 3;just 3;stay 3;mmm 3;here?" She asked, sliding her hand through the slit in my dress.

"No 3;we have to 3;ohhhh 3;at least make the 3;ahhh 3;the pretense 3;of going out." Cindy had found my velvet covered pussy and was sliding her fingers back and forth across it. With a burst of willpower I pushed Cindy away from me. "Come on, the limo should be waiting for us downstairs."

"A limo huh? You must really want to score on this date!" Cindy said grinning from ear to ear.

"Yeah, I don't know where I'm going to find the money for it, but you are definitely worth it! Now come on!" Taking her arm in mine I escorted her downstairs where the limo was indeed waiting for us.

The chauffeur helped us in and we snuggled together in the back seat.

"Where do you lovely ladies wish to go?" he asked, lowering the privacy partition.

"La Dolce Vida" I told him.

The driver raised the privacy screen and we pulled out.

"Now where were we before you drug me out here?" Cindy asked putting her hand on my bare leg.

"Wait a second!" I protested jokingly. "I'm not the kind of girl who goes all the way on a first date you know!"

"Well I am, and I'm the 'girl' for this date—you did get the 3;long 3;straw after all!"

"In that case," I slid my hand between her thighs "I should really 3;" I stopped in amazement. "Stockings?! You're too much! I thought you were just wearing pantyhose!"

"Pantyhose? On a date like this? No my dear, only silk stockings are good enough for you." She positively smoldered with passion and satisfaction as she sat back in her seat with her legs slightly parted.

With that I leaned over her and began kissing her hard while my hand continued snaking up her dress. When I reached her silk panties she sighed into my mouth.

"Open your eyes," I told her.

"Why?"

"Because I want you to see me devouring you."

Slowly she opened her eyes as we resumed kissing, and it was like our souls connected in that moment. There was no past, no future, only the two of us in the present. I lost myself in the depths of her emerald green eyes and time seemed to stand still.

The heat and moisture I could feel radiating through the thin silk covering her pussy brought me back and I eased the fabric aside with my thumb. Her eyes, still open and looking into mine, went wide with surprise and delight and then became half-lidded with lust when I began sliding my fingers up and down her juicy slit. Finding her engorged clit I gently massaged it while Cindy arched her back in ecstasy.

Just then the driver opened her door. "We're here ladi 3;" he stopped mid-word as he noticed that Cindy's dress was pushed up around her waist and my hand was buried in her bald pussy. "Uhm 3;excuse me 3;I'm sorry 3;I 3;er 3;I thought you noticed 3;uhm 3;we had 3;ah 3;stopped." The chauffeur was turning bright red with embarrassment.

"Oh, it's ok." I said, giving Cindy's pussy one last caress then licking my fingers off in front of the chauffeur. "I think that we are ready to get out!" I offered my hand to him and he helped me out of the car while Cindy hurriedly pulled down her dress. "Thank you," I said as the chauffeur turned to help the flushed, but at least covered, Cindy.

"You are EVIL!" Cindy whispered to me. "I'll get you for this!" Turning to the chauffeur she thanked him and we headed inside.

The restaurant turned out to be perfect for what we wanted. The walls were made of brick and there was a fireplace on one side of the dining area with a roaring fire. The tables were covered with long, cream-colored linens and each had candles and two red roses in a crystal vase. We were shown to a tiny table for two in a secluded niche next to the fireplace. A low wall separated us from the main dining area and provided us with a little extra privacy.

"Oh this is perfect!" Cindy exclaimed as we sat down. "I love it!"

"It really is nice isn't it? I'm glad you like it. And I'm glad that we're celebrating Valentine's Day together."

"Me too." Cindy leaned across the table and gave me a peck on the lips. "You've done a great job on our date so far."

"Except when we got here!" I said with a mischievous twinkle in my eye.

"Yeah, except for that. And trust me, you will pay for that!"

"Well I certainly hope that someone will pay. Dinner isn't free you know!" Somehow our waiter had materialized next to our table without us noticing. "This champagne," he continued with a slight Italian accent, "is on the house though." He poured two glasses. "Part of the Valentine's Day special."

"Oh, thank you very much," I said taking my glass.

"My pleasure. Here are the menus and a wine list. I'll be back to take your order in a few minutes. Until then, enjoy the champagne."

"I'm sure we will. Thanks." With that he nodded his head politely and disappeared back into the dining room.

"I propose a toast," Cindy said holding up her glass. "To the best Valentine's Day I've ever had, and to the most wonderful girl I've ever met."

"I'll drink to that." We clinked our glasses and took a sip of the excellent champagne—dry but with just a hint of strawberry fruitiness. "So, what have some of your other Valentine's Days been like?" I asked her.

"Oh you know, the usual. Horny high school boys in cheap tuxes trying to feel me up. I even got dumped by one boyfriend on Valentine's Day. And then the jerk wanted to get back together the next week! I guess his date wasn't all that hot."

We giggled and chatted about our past experiences and, before we knew it, the waiter was back at our table. "Are you young ladies ready to order?"

Before I could say anything Cindy answered, "Yes, I think we are. Sydney, since you're the boy on this date, would you order for me?"

"Sure thing," I stammered, picking up a menu for the first time. "I'll have 3;" I felt somebody's bare foot moving up my leg and quickly looked over at Cindy. She had the proverbial 'cat that just ate the canary' grin on her face and she let me catch a glimpse of the stocking she was holding in her hand. "Ahem 3;excuse me 3;Cindy will have the 3;" I could feel her foot burrowing between my thighs, " 3;pasta primavera, and I'll have 3;" Cindy hooked her big toe underneath my panties and pushed them aside, " 3;the spaghetti carbonnara." I closed the menu, relieved that I was finished ordering because Cindy was caressing my increasingly moist pussy with her toes.

"Wait, don't we want some salad?" Cindy asked with a wicked smile on her face.

"Oh, right," I grudgingly agreed and opened the menu again. "Could we get the insalata mista to split?" I said picking the first salad I saw.

"Of course Signorina. And would you like some wine?" the waiter asked.

"Oh definitely!" Cindy replied to the waiter. Turning to me with that wicked grin she continued, "I told you I was going to get revenge Sydney!"

"I'm afraid I'm not too familiar with wines. What would you recommend?" I asked the waiter, trying to block out Cindy and her wriggling toes.

"Well, since you are both having cream-based pastas I would suggest a white wine, perhaps a chardonnay."

Cindy's toes were continuing their wonderful dance across my pussy and I could barely concentrate on what the waiter was saying. I could feel her big toe gently probing the entry to my pussy. Just as the waiter was pointing to a 'Gr something Hills' wine Cindy slipped her toe into my pussy. I could feel my pussy lips stretch to admit her and, when the thick part of the toe was past, I swore I heard a little 'pop' as my lips contracted, pulling her toe deeper into my pussy. I tried to stifle my groan, but some sort of grunt managed to slip out.

"Ah, you know this one then? It is a very good wine."

"Sure." Cindy's big toe was wriggling around in my drenched pussy while the rest of her toes were squirming all along my slit like a caterpillar walking.

"An excellent choice Signorina. If you have any other 3;needs 3;" I could swear he paused knowingly " 3;please let me know and I would be delighted to help you in any way that I can."

"I told you I was going to get you back!" Cindy whispered as the waiter walked away. "And what do you think of the waiter? He seems pretty cute, don't you think?"

"Uh-huh" was all I could manage as her toes continued dancing in my pussy. She was now concentrating on the big one, pushing it in, then pulling it out. I could hear a vague squishy sound and I could feel my juices dribbling past my swollen lips and down my butt.

"Sydney, do you know what one of my favorite nursery rhymes was?"

"Uh-uh," was all I could stammer out as I felt a familiar tingling starting deep within me.

"Go ahead, guess!"

"Roses are red?"

"And violets are blue. But no, that's not it. Try again!"

"Ring aaAAAA 3;" Cindy's toe plunged into my pussy and I could feel the tinglies expanding, " 3;round the rosey?"

"Nope. It's 'This Little Piggy'. You know how it goes don't you? This little piggy went to market." She plunged her big toe into my spasming pussy and wiggled it around. "This little piggy stayed home." She wiggled the next toe up along my dripping slit. "This little piggy had roast beef." Another one wiggled. "This little piggy had none." Yet another went and I could feel my orgasm building. "And this little piggy," she began inching her little toe up my pussy until she found my clit, "ran wee wee wee all the way home!" With that she began flicking her toe back and forth across my engorged clit, sending me crashing into an orgasm. I gripped the table as hard as I could to keep from screaming as my pussy spasmed around Cindy's toes. My cum spurted over her foot, covering it in my juices and began trickling down my thighs. I could feel it pooling around my ass, creating an enormous wet spot on my dress and the plush, red velvet chair beneath it. I couldn't think as her toes continued their magical dance in and along my pussy and I felt a second orgasm rip through me.

"Please stop. I 3;I don't think I can take anymore 3;" I gasped out.

"But Signorina, I thought that this was the wine you wanted?" I couldn't believe that our waiter had returned already!

"How long have you been standing there?" I asked, blushing furiously.

"Only a few minutes." Looking at the growing bulge in his pants, I could tell he'd been there long enough. I must have turned the same shade as my dress. Trying to cover for my embarrassment he gestured to the bottle of wine and politely asked, "This was the wine you wished for I believe?"

"Yes it is." I had no idea.

"Excellent." He began opening the wine and I took the opportunity to check him out. Dark hair and eyes. Olive colored skin. Charming smile. Cindy was right—he was cute in that 'dark stranger' kinda way, although he wasn't particularly tall. He handed me the cork, which I had no idea what to do with, and poured a small amount of wine into my glass. I took a sip of the wine, which tasted vaguely of pears or apples and oak with a rich, buttery finish.

"Yes, this will do quite nicely."

"Very good," he said, and poured us two glasses. "I will be back in a moment with your salad."

"Look, he even has a cute ass!" Cindy whispered, perhaps a bit too loudly as the waiter departed.

"Shh!" I said, feeling my blush renewing.

"I think that you have embarrassed us enough already," Cindy said, wiggling her toes, which were still caressing my pussy "I doubt that I could add much!"

The rest of dinner proceeded without event, although Cindy and I both flirted shamelessly with the waiter. He must have had a good time with us too because he told us dessert was on the house! If we hadn't been anticipating the rest of our night back at the house so much we probably would have jumped the poor guy. As it was we both 'accidentally' brushed up against the still-large bulge in his pants on the way out. "We'll be back soon," I whispered into his ear as we left the restaurant.

The limo was waiting for us in front of the restaurant and we piled in, eager to get back to our room. We made out in the back again, slipping each other's thongs off, but we didn't have much time before we arrived back at the sorority house. We jumped out, paid the driver (including a generous tip!), and hurried upstairs to our room. Cindy stopped me outside our door and pulled a black velvet blindfold out of her clutch purse. Without a word she slipped it over my eyes and then opened the door. She brought me into the room and had me sit on a chair just inside the door.
Wait here for a moment," she whispered. I wasn't sure what she was doing, but our room was engulfed in the delicate fragrance of roses. I heard her close the door behind us, and then a weird striking sound, which I couldn't quite place. I could hear her move slowly around the room, but I couldn't tell what she was doing. Finally she slipped behind me and gently pulled off the blindfold. Opening my eyes, I didn't know what to look at first. The flickering light from hundreds of slender, red taper candles provided a warm glow to the room, illuminating dozens of vases full of red roses, which were everywhere—on bookshelves, windowsills and night tables. Red satin sheets replaced the normal cotton ones on our bed, which was covered in rose petals, as was the floor. A heart shaped box of chocolate rested in the middle of the bed and a bottle of champagne on ice was in a stand next to it.

"Oh my god, Cindy, it's 3;magical," I said with hushed awe. "I love it 3;and you."

"I love you too," Cindy replied, straddling me on the chair and sitting down in my lap. I hooked my fingers in her hair and brought her face down to mine. Looking into each other's eyes our lips touched gently. She sucked my lower lip into her mouth and began nibbling on it. Drawing back from me just a bit, she pulled her dress up and over her head revealing her beautiful body, naked except for her stockings and heels. I could feel her bare breasts press into mine as we kissed long and hard. "Let's get that dress off you lover" Cindy said, standing up. She slid her hand into the slit in my dress, across my legs and I raised my hips allowing her to gently pull the velvet material up and over my head. She sat back down in my lap, but before she could kiss me again I plunged my head forward into the valley between her enormous, soft breasts. I showered them with kisses gradually moving toward one of her nipples. I sucked it into my mouth and nibbled on it softly, feeling it harden between my lips and teeth. She arched her back in pleasure and pulled my head harder into her heaving chest. Wrapping one arm around her to keep her in place, I slid the other one between our legs, searching for her bare pussy. Guided by the tremendous heat, I found it, sopping wet and dripping with her juices. I slid my well-manicured middle finger down her slit, all the while continuing my assault on her tender nipples.

"Wait, wait," she protested weakly "the chocolates!"

"Mmmm 3;you know how I love chocolate."

"Here, let me get them," she said pushing away from me. I could see her pussy, swollen and drooling with lust, as she backed away from me and turned to get the chocolates. "The only rule," she said, box in hand, "is that you can't use your fingers to eat them. Now, which one would you like?" She opened the box displaying an assortment of beautifully decorated truffles.

"How about that one?" I said, pointing to a dark chocolate one with pink highlights.

"Sure," she said, picking it up "but I want half." She sat back down in my lap, our warm breasts pressing against each other, and put the box on a nearby table. Holding the desired truffle gently between her teeth, she pulled her hair back and lowered her mouth to mine. I bit through the chocolate shell, and released a stream of cherry syrup, which dribbled down our chins and onto our breasts. We both realized I had picked a chocolate coated cherry and we began wrestling with our teeth for the sweet flesh of the cherry. Our breasts, sticky with syrup, rubbed against each other as we fought for the cherry until, in a display of mock savagery, we ripped the poor thing apart, each devouring our half greedily.

"I think that's the best chocolate that I've ever tasted!" I said and we giggled together. "Now, which one would you like?" Cindy gestured to a plain one, which I picked up and regarded in my fingers. "How should I feed this one to you I wonder? Hmmmm 3;ah, I know!" I put the chocolate between my ample breasts and squeezed them together. Without hesitation Cindy dove into my cleavage, her tongue flicking out, trying to reach the buried morsel. I pressed my breasts together harder, denying her easy access to the chocolate, which I could feel beginning to soften and melt. Cindy redoubled her efforts, leading with her nose and tongue, as she tried to burrow into my tits. I had to squeeze them together even harder to deny her access and I felt the chocolate shell collapse and the gooey insides spread out over my tits.

"Mmmm 3;Grand Marnier!" came the muffled exclamation as Cindy's tongue found its target.

"Ooohhh 3;I want some!" I said, releasing my boobs and looking down. Cindy took the opportunity to begin licking greedily at the chocolate globs covering the insides of my breasts. "Hey! Save some for me!" I said grabbing one of my tits and bringing it to my mouth. While I licked as much of the chocolatey orange goo from my left breast, Cindy licked, nibbled and generally devoured my right one, before joining me on the left one. Our tongues met at my nipple and we began competing for the right to suck the last of the chocolate off it. The feeling of our tongues and lips and teeth wrestling over my already sensitive nipple was an experience I won't soon forget. I'd never had an orgasm from breast play alone, but suddenly I felt an electric shock between my nipple and my pussy and, before I knew what was happening, I was arching my back in the throes of a tremendous climax. I guess I lost the battle for the last bit of chocolate, but I definitely won the war!

Looking down between my saliva-covered breasts I could see Cindy cleaning off the last of the chocolate. Deciding that I couldn't wait for her to finish, I grabbed a truffle at random from the box and raised it to my mouth.

"Hey!" She must have noticed me. "You can't just eat that! It's against the rules!" She tried to grab the chocolate but instead hit my hand and smeared the chocolate all over my chin and left cheek. "Oops!" she said, chagrinned. "Sorry."

"You bitch!" I shrieked playfully and grabbed a handful of truffles. "I'll get you for that!" She jumped off my lap and backed away from me. I grabbed a second handful and advanced on her, trapping her in a corner of the room.

"Sydney!" she protested as I took a step forward. "No, please!" Another step. She tried to make a break for it, but I was way too fast for her. I got her hip and upper thigh with my inside hand as she went past smearing chocolate goo from there, across her bare pussy and belly to her near tit. With my outside hand I reached around and smeared chocolate over her hip and butt, and then she was past me, running for the box of chocolates. Reaching it, she picked up two handfuls and turned to face me. She realized her superior armament and advanced on me, backing me into the bed. Knowing I had no place to go she jumped at me, melted chocolate dripping from her hands. All I could do was fall backwards, but she still got me. One hand landed firmly on my bald pussy, coating it with chocolate, before sliding upwards, smearing the truffles liberally across my tummy and breasts. Surprised by my backwards fall onto the bed, Cindy tried to brace herself with her other hand. It landed on my tummy but was far too gooey and slippery to stay there and slid up, across one of my breasts, and off. Without anything to support her, Cindy tumbled onto me as we collapsed onto the bed, sending up a cloud of rose petals. Suddenly our mock battle was forgotten and our warm, sticky bodies pressed against each other. We could taste the chocolate in each other's mouths as we kissed passionately, our battle forgotten. Cindy straddled one of my thighs and began rubbing her pussy back and forth across my leg, leaving a sticky gel of cum and chocolate. I began humping my pussy up and down her leg and we rolled further onto the bed. The combined smell of roses and chocolate was overwhelming our senses and we were both rapidly approaching a shared climax. Closing our legs tightly we both arched our backs and rubbed our sticky pelvises together, our engorged clits slipping and sliding against each other, lubricated in a sea of chocolate and cum. Then I felt a gush of warm liquid as cum jetted from Cindy's pussy, directly onto my clit, pushing me over the edge. I couldn't hold back my orgasm and longer and I erupted spraying cum all over Cindy's pussy, belly and thighs. Exhausted, she collapsed on top of me, nuzzling her head into my neck as we held each other. Our sweaty, chocolatey, cum-covered bodies were plastered with rose petals as we rested in each other's arms.

"Mmmmm 3;honey 3;you're a mess," Cindy said when she'd regained the strength to lift her head and look down at me.

"You're not in real good shape either," I said, looking between our bodies to our breasts, which were covered in chocolate goo and quickly becoming glued together.

"I guess we should clean up huh?" she asked reluctantly.

"I'll clean you, if you'll clean me," I said, nibbling at a bit of chocolate stuck at the end of her cute, pert nose.

"You've got yourself a deal!"

She rolled off of me and lay on the bed by my side. I propped myself up on an elbow looking around for something to clean up with, when my eyes settled on the bottle of champagne. With a wicked grin I rolled over, straddling Cindy's stomach and pinning her arms to her side and reached for the ice-cold bottle. Seeing what I was after, Cindy tried to escape, but my thighs were too tight around her waist. I slowly pulled the foil off the cork as she thrashed from side to side beneath me. I shook the bottle a few times and then loosened the cork with my thumbs. Giving the bottle one more shake, I popped the cork off, which rocketed across the room. Champagne erupted from the bottle like a geyser, splashing all over Cindy's face and breasts as well as mine where it dripped off my breasts and ran over my tummy. Realizing there was only one way to escape, she tried to slide through my legs, and the slippery vixen almost made it. Just as her shoulders slipped through though, I clamped my legs together, trapping her head right below my bald pussy. She attacked it with her tongue, trying to distract me and I have to say the tactic worked. I began pouring the champagne on myself, letting it trickle down between my breasts, across my tummy and into my slit where Cindy lapped it up greedily. The feeling of ice-cold champagne bubbling over my clit combined with the warmth of Cindy's tongue quickly brought me to the edge of orgasm. Forgetting everything, I relaxed my grip on the champagne bottle. Cindy noticed and grabbed the bottle out my hand, but I couldn't care less as I could feel my pussy beginning to spasm. She continued licking my clit as my orgasm built and I never noticed her shaking the bottle behind my back. I did notice, though, when she reached around and unleashed a blast of champagne right on my clit. Recoiling from pleasure and sensory overload I arched my back, my orgasm ripping through my body, and fell over. Cindy squirmed out from underneath me and pressed her advantage, standing over me on the bed and shooting champagne onto my defenseless, cumming body. I was completely soaked by the time I came down and Cindy had almost run out of champagne.

Using her own dirty tactics against her, I sat up and buried my face in her pussy. She gasped with pleasure and I wrested the bottle from her insensate hand. Grabbing her butt, I pulled her pussy harder into my mouth. Cindy responded by groaning and fondling her tits, gently nibbling on one of her chocolatey nipples. I lowered her gently to the bed and resumed my attack on her pussy. I let the last of the champagne dribble into her and was almost overwhelmed by the heady mixture of her salty pussy mixed with the fruity, bubbly champagne. Nothing had ever tasted better to me, and I burrowed my tongue as far up her pussy as I could get it while I massaged her clit with my thumbs. The flow of her juices grew steadily until the floodgates burst open, accompanied by high-pitched squeals of pleasure. Cindy held my head tightly as her hips spasmed, rubbing her pussy all over my face and coating it with her cum. When she finally could take no more, I pulled away and looked down on her. I could still see her pussy clenching and unclenching when I discovered the empty champagne bottle. Knowing that I had no choice, I picked it up and eased it into her. I could see her pussy muscles contracting around the neck of the bottle, trying to get more of it up inside her, and I obliged, shoving the bottle up her until it became too wide for her to handle. This set off another series of orgasms in her and I began pumping the bottle in and out, watching in fascination as her cum leaked out the sides of her pussy, thoroughly coating the bottle and my hand. She was thrashing on the bed, screaming and loving the feeling of this glass invader. I left the bottle in her and lay down on my side taking her face in my hands and lowering my mouth to hers.

"I think that was the best date I've ever had!" I mumbled when we came up for air.

"And certainly the messiest!" she replied and we laughed, looking around at the mess we had made.

"I think we might actually enjoy the clean-up though," I said, licking some chocolate from her breast. We tried valiantly to give each other thorough tongue baths but we inevitably got distracted while fondling each other's generous tits or moist pussies. After several more orgasms we collapsed into a sticky tangle of arms, legs, breasts and rose petals.

We woke up the next morning and hurriedly cleaned up the room and jumped in the shower. By the time our roommates returned everything was back to normal.

"So, did you guys have a good time with the boys?" I asked.

"Yeah, they were all right I guess," Jenny responded without enthusiasm. "How about you two?"

"Yeah, we had an okay time too, I guess."

"Yeah, it was all right," Cindy said. "You guys want to grab some lunch?"

As we headed out the door behind Jenny and Arianna we winked at each other and nearly cracked up. Okay indeed!