Frat-House Gangbang

Chloe & Brad are the perfect couple - the homecoming queen and the star quarterback.

But, when Brad goes away to college, Chloe worries she might lose him to some pretty co-ed, especially when she hears about what goes on at all the wild parties in his frat-house.

What's a country girl to do? Why, get her ass over there and prove to Brad that anything some co-ed slut can do, she can do better, of course.

EXCERPT

I got there early. It was a really long ride on the bus, and I wanted to have time to freshen up before the party. I found the frat-house easily, and texted Brad to look out the window while I stood on the front lawn, waving. His face was a picture, although he didn’t seem quite as pleased to see me as I’d hoped. I think the thought of me actually seeing for myself what went on at one of these frat parties made him nervous.
Good – that was kind of the point, after all.
We went up to Brad’s room, so I could take a shower and a nap after the journey.

His frat brothers seemed a lot happier to see me when I came downstairs, later – probably because of my outfit.
I’d decided that, if Brad wanted a slutty girl, then that’s what I’d be for him. So, I had attacked some old jeans with a pair of scissors, and turned them into a pair of tight shorts. They really were short, too – at least half of my bare ass was on display, and a tiny thong was the only underwear I could possibly wear with them. Aside from the shorts, I was wearing my white boots and a tight white tank top that left most of my stomach bare.
I was getting a lot of very friendly smiles from Brad’s friends. I guess frat boys really like sluttily-dressed blonds showing off their long legs and a lot of skin – who knew?
Brad introduced me to a few of his housemates, whose names I promptly forgot, but he was pretty busy getting things ready for the party, so we didn’t get much of a chance to talk.
I could tell he was pretty uncomfortable having me around, though – too goddamn bad.

When the party finally got started, it was actually a lot of fun. There were so many people there that even that huge house felt quite crowded, and the people were a lot more … normal, I guess, than I had thought they’d be.
I’d imagined that everyone would be really smart, and that I’d feel like a stupid country bumpkin around them. But it wasn’t like that, at all – they were just a regular bunch of guys and girls, exactly like I was used to hanging out with at home.
Well, not exactly, I guess. None of the kids I knew at home smoked dope, for a start. The air was so thick with the smoke that I felt a little dizzy – or that might have been the beer. I didn’t usually drink very much, so I tried to remember to take it easy.
I even saw Kelly, who was the girl Brad told me about – you know, the one they’d ‘pulled a train’ on. Brad pointed her out to me. I know it was probably stupid, but I couldn’t help feeling a little jealous, even though Brad told me yet again that he’d just watched and not participated.
At first, the party didn’t seem particularly wild. Sure, there was a lot of drinking and stupid games about who could drink a whole beer the fastest – pretty much what you’d expect when people our age party. But, as the night went on, things did start to heat up.
I heard a loud cheer from a group of guys on the other side of the room, which turned out to be some girl losing a drinking game and her forfeit was to take off her shirt. Pretty soon there were lots of girls walking around in their bras – those who were wearing bras, anyway – and guys naked from the waist up. Nice eye candy, for the most part.
I decided I wasn’t going to be playing any drinking games, tonight. I didn’t have anything on under my thin tank top, and my nipples were already really obvious.
Mine weren’t as obvious as Kelly’s, though. She was one of the girls who’d lost her shirt, and what do you know, she wasn’t wearing a bra - what a shocker.