Literotic asexstories – Frat Party Gangbang by CMK877181,CMK877181
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Long distance sucked.
Dylan hated it.
She had never gone more than three weeks without seeing her boyfriend Ethan before, and it had now been over three months.
They’d been together since eighth grade, knew each other backwards and forwards, worked perfectly together, won “best couple” senior superlative.
Five years later and it was freshman year of college. They had talked it over at length during senior year of high school, but Dylan was at a private school ten states away, and Ethan stayed at their local state school.
It was tough. The distance, the time zone difference, the loneliness. Dylan’s heart ached, constantly. She wondered sometimes if she’d made the right decision. If she wouldn’t have been better off staying at home too, so they could be together.
Sure they texted and facetimed, but it wasn’t the same. He wasn’t there. She couldn’t feel his hugs. Couldn’t hear his laugh or his voice without the slight hint of electronic filter. Couldn’t feel his body pressed up to hers, on top of hers.
Having the talking aspect was nice, she didn’t want to take that for granted. Back before modern technology, they wouldn’t have been able to do day recaps or binge shows together at all. She was so grateful they had that. But the physical touch, all the little things. The sex. That’s what she missed. That’s what could never be replicated.
Ethan was so caring too. They both tried to enjoy themselves as much as they could; he’d told her that he didn’t want her not to go to bars or frat parties just because of him. That he trusted her, and wanted her to have a good time.
She had said the same, but it still hurt. When she just wanted to talk, to feel his touch, and he told her to stop texting him and enjoy whatever party she was at.
That’s where Dylan found herself two Saturdays before Thanksgiving. She’d be going home in just a week and a half and all the waiting, all the patience, the lust bubbling over, it would all be rewarded.
“Enjoy yourself,” Ethan’s last text read, three minutes ago. Dylan stared at it in the corner of the frat basement, Chief Keef blowing out her eardrums.
“You too. Love you,” she finally responded. Tonight was hurting extra. Dylan wasn’t sure if it was how close she was to going home for break, or the three tequila shots she pre-gamed with. And the Whiteclaw in her hand. She always did get horny when she was drunk.
“Miss you,” she added. “And your body…” she typed out, but thought better of it. She quickly deleted it, not wanting to come off as too drunk and desperate. Ethan knew. They’d see each other soon.
“Get off your phone girl!!” came the only voice she could hear over “Love Sosa”. Kelsey, her roommate.
Dylan turned her head just as she shut off her phone.
“I am!” she screamed back.
“Good! Cus right now you are living in the moment with me! We are getting fucking lit tonight!”
“I’m already pretty lit!” Dylan shouted back, trying to force her party mode out. Kelsey was right next to her, the mob of people crammed into the small basement jostling bodies about. But the music was deafening.
“No!” Kelsey replied, and held up a small baggie. “I mean really lit! Have you met my friend Molly?”
Dylan got a little anxious. She and Ethan took edibles frequently near the end of high school, and she’d been drinking for years. But she’d never tried ecstasy before. Anything beyond weed. She had to admit, it was a little tempting. The name was “ecstasy” after all.
And Ethan had said to enjoy herself. This might pull our her party side and make her actually follow his command. The sweaty bodies crashing into each other, the strobe LEDs, the Kid Cudi that had just started playing. This could be fun.
“Okay!” Dylan shouted back. Her job was to have fun tonight. Ethan told her so, her roommate wanted her to. And she wasn’t going to let them down.
Kelsey and Dylan both popped a pill at the same time, Dylan downing it with the last of her Whiteclaw.
“Well?” Kelsey asked after a minute or two.
Dylan waited for a moment. She didn’t notice anything. The lights felt more intense, but she wasn’t sure if that was just a placebo effect.
“I don’t know. I feel fine!”
“It takes a bit! Let’s dance, we’ll see!”
“Okay!” Dylan shouted. Kelsey was in control tonight evidently. This was more her scene anyway. Dylan had never been able to truly let go and have a fun night yet. Ethan was always in her mind, reminding her that no matter how much fun she was having, there was always a place she’d rather be.
But tonight, she wasn’t letting herself be controlled by that anymore. Kelsey and her synthetic friend Molly were in the driver’s seat. And as Dylan melted into the crowd, all jumping and singing along to “Mr. Brightside,” she felt her stress and anxiety melt away a little bit. Felt all the tension and anticipation of being home and seeing Ethan soon slowly erode. Just enjoyed the moment.
She didn’t realize she was high until almost half an hour later. Dylan found herself at the center of the mob. She’d lost Kelsey. Being a frat party, she was surrounded mostly by girls, lots of faces she didn’t recognize.
Everything felt like it was vibrating. Dylan felt really good. Better than she could remember. The music, the people, the vibes. There was no place she’d rather be right now.
But her hands were empty. She needed a drink. Fuck Kelsey, she’d find her later.
Dylan edged her way through the crowd, past jumping girls wearing very little clothing, past one of the brothers making out with a girl, past more bodies. Someone she had a class with said hi. Dylan was almost too out of it to process, but she managed to give a high-pitched “Hi!!” and hugged the girl before keeping towards the edge of the room and the stairs. Another pair making out by the door. Dylan pushed her way past and upstairs, trying to remember where the kitchen was, where the alcohol was.
She made her way upstairs, the entire house feeling like it was alive. More people were upstairs. Not as concentrated of a crowd, but still, a lot of people, more music, more noise. It was all so invigorating. So exciting. The lights were so bright and shiny, the music was reaching down to her soul. All the people, the whole house, was shimmering. Dylan was in heaven.
The alcohol was in the kitchen, and Dylan found herself a bottle of tequila. Her fingers fumbled with the top, trying to get it off, when someone approached her.
“Need help?” the guy asked. He was probably a year or two older; a little scruff on his face, nice brown eyes, sandy hair, strong features. He stood out, and Dylan in her state couldn’t help but be struck by him.
“No I’ve got it,” she replied, and popped the top off with one last attempt.
“Congrats,” he said as she poured herself a shot. “You’re pretty strong.”
“Just independent,” Dylan replied. She didn’t really want to talk to a random frat guy right now. But she didn’t know where Kelsey was. And didn’t have anywhere else to go.
“Ahh, gotcha. Well I do like independent women,” he said with a smirk. “I’m Ryan.”
“Dylan,” she replied after downing the shot. It burned, but it set her whole body on fire, shimmering, matching the world around her. It was nice.
“I have a boyfriend,” she followed up. She saw the way his eyes were looking over her. Dylan couldn’t blame him. She was used to it. Her dirty blonde hair (naturally brunette) was pulled up into two buns on top of her head, like mickey mouse ears. Pale eyes and soft features with thin red lips sat on her round face. A gold nose ring and her standard sexy “going-out” makeup were all that betrayed her natural girl-next door look.
Her frame was short and a little curvy, but only in the best ways. Her C-cup boobs were pushed up and framed by a strapless leather corset, russet orange for the fall weather. A few inches of bare midriff led down to black cut-off jean shorts, barely enough to cover her ample behind. Dylan knew it was her best asset, and was unafraid to show it off. Low-top white Converse finished the look.
She always liked to dress to kill, even if she wasn’t going anywhere. Tonight, she was glad she did. She felt powerful, on top of the world, like a goddess.
Even if it meant that the boys’ eyes were glued to her and every inch of bare skin she gifted them with.
Dylan could tell Ryan’s eyes and thoughts were on the skin she wasn’t gifting him with. And that made her feel good, feel wanted. She missed that feeling. It had been too long. She knew it wouldn’t be much further until she got that, and so much more, when she went home, but she wasn’t thinking about that.
She was in the moment. And in the moment, the attention felt nice. And that’s all it was. Attention. Harmless.
Normally when she told guys she had a boyfriend, that was the end of the conversation. But Ryan didn’t flinch.
“Well he’s a lucky man,” he said, doing one last scan of the body in front of him before meeting her eyes. “Not a brother right?”
“No, he’s not here.”
“Damn, his loss,” Ryan said. “So why are you here without him?”
“He goes to school back home.”
“Ahh,” Ryan said. He had a hint of devilishness in his eyes, but didn’t say anything naughty. “Where’s home?”
Dylan explained where she was from, and asked Ryan the same. They carried on their conversation in the kitchen as the party worked around them. Dylan found herself with another Whiteclaw in hand, although how that happened she couldn’t remember. She was leaning against the counter, across from Ryan.
He was good-looking. Tight t-shirt doing just enough to display his pecs and muscled arms without being too showy. Shorts that showed off just a little bit of a bulge, Dylan guessed. It looked pretty solid. He was a catch.
He was flirty too, but funny, almost charming if she had to say.
If she could find Kelsey, her roommate would just eat him up. Hell, Dylan herself couldn’t deny the attraction, if she was single.
But living in the moment still had its limits. Dylan wasn’t consciously thinking about Ethan, but he was still there with her. And Ryan knew she had a boyfriend too. She was fine.
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