[Group] The college theater trip

Our theater club was small and amateurish – it was an engineering school, after all – but the core group was close. We were annoyingly involved with each other – all of our dating relationships came back to other people in the circle, and everyone pretty freely fucked everyone else.

In the fall of that senior year, the club decided to go to Chicago to see a show. My friend was able to hook us up with rooms in a Hilton in downtown Chicago. He hooked us up with two heavily discounted adjoining suites, each of which had a bedroom and living room area – we planned to sleep two to a bed, making 8 total spots, but only 6 people joined our little cabal, the rest – about 12, I think – opting to stay a few floors down in standard rooms. Their loss, our gain…

We drove up in a pair of vans provided by the college, one driven by a Mr. Mach, another driven by a Mrs. Mach, or “Kitty”, a young married couple who worked in the theater managing booking and finances. I was in Mrs. Mach’s van, which I did not mind – she was a gorgeous petite woman with auburn hair who didn’t seem to have let go of her college days. There were always rumors about her going around the school, and they were… Fun.

I sat one row behind Mrs. Mach – whose nickname, seriously, was quite as silly as Kitty – with Alex, a female friend of mine who I’d been infatuated with for some time, but who had always had a boyfriend. Alex was a bit of a tomboy, tall and lanky with shoulder length brown hair and a tight frame improved by horseback riding. She was a student from another school, but spent enough time around my house at our parties, and had passed our tests of assimilation well enough, that she was considered part of the group. Kitty, who had coordinated the event, didn’t mind – she liked Alex a lot and didn’t see a problem with treating her as a member of the club.

Throughout the drive, we bantered back and forth with each other and with Kitty in our usual way – flirting and bullshitting, gently teasing and yelling at each other. A few flasks had somehow made their way into the van, and by the time we were halfway to Chicago we’d all gotten pretty loose. (Yes, I know it’s illegal.) Alex got a bit brave and managed to coax Kitty into a conversation about her sex life prior to meeting Mr. Mach, and we learned quite a lot – it turned out that Kitty was a bit of a party animal before graduating from a theater program and taking a job as a theater manager at an engineering school. The boys in the van listened intently to this conversation, afraid to speak lest the spell be broken.

After a 90 minute traffic jam into Chicago, we made it into the city well after dark. We had been on the road for almost 5 hours, and Alex was leaning against me half-asleep. She half-opened heavy-lidded eyes to look up at the lights of the city going by the windows of the van, and when I asked her if she was sleepy she popped her head up and kissed me, very briefly.

We finally got to the hotel and checked in. We’d been excited about going to the bars in Chicago, but our long delay had gotten us in so late and left us so tired that more than half the group said it was time to call it a night. Alex, her boyfriend Chris, and I went across the street to grab some liquor, and went back to the hotel suite. We stayed up talking for some time until Alex reached down Chris’ pants and told him it was time for bed – they went to the other suite, but Alex threw me an oddly meaningful glance on the way out. I texted her a “?” but didn’t get a response, so I settled in to watch South Park and drink Jim Beam over ice machine ice on the couch in the suite living room.

After two episodes, the door burst open and two girls came in, giggling. Neither of them were on our list to stay in the suites, and I didn’t know them all that well – one was a freshman named Britney, another a sophomore named Katie. I’d spoken to both of them, but never at length. I had a strong suspicion that Britney was interested in me, but hadn’t spoken to Katie enough to even judge. At that moment, though, my brain was more than ready to put in the effort to sleep with both of them.

Britney was a short, curvy blonde with the face and proportions of a Swiss milk maid – blonde and narrow-waisted, with broad hips and big tits that she liked to show off under tight sweaters and v-neck t-shirts. She could have been the face for a brand of butter or waffles. Katie, meanwhile, was a taut, olive-skinned, athletic brunette, a soccer player, with a nearly flat chest and thick thighs below boyish hips. They came in wearing their going-out outfits, which for that evening consisted of a snug navy dress for Britney and jeans with a spaghetti top and a flowy sweater for Katie.

When they saw me, they threw their hands up and issued the standard drunk girl greeting – “wooo!” Both flopped onto the couch on either side of me and started telling me about the amazing craft cocktail bar they’d been to. I poured them drinks – Diet Caffeine Free Coke and Jim Beam – and we sat talking for a while. They were apparently disinterested in modesty, because as we talked Britney’s dress hiked up nearly to her panties, and Katie’s sweater came off to reveal a very minimal spaghetti top. They kept leaning over me, pressing their tits into my lap, until I thought I was about to go crazy.

Finally, I had an opening.

“Did you know that Britney loves to be spanked?” Katie asked.

“No way,” I said, “Prove it!”

Britney blushed, and said, “No! I don’t like it when *girls* spank me…”

Katie grabbed her arms, laughing, and dragged her over my lap. “Well we have a guy right here!”

If I had been sober, I might have hesitated… But I was not.

*Crack.* I went for the kill on the first swat.

Both girls squeaked, but Britney definitely made quite a louder noise. She instantly flushed bright red across her pale cheeks and the backs of her thighs.

“I think she did like it,” I said, “should we try a few more to be sure?”

I delivered three quick swats, alternating buttocks, and Britney squealed and bucked off my lap. Laughing, she lunged at Katie and grabbed her around the waist, twisting her down onto the couch and throwing a leg over to sit on the backs of her knees.

Katie was crying out, “No no no!” between laughter and covering her butt, but Britney grabbed her arms and held them tight, then said, “Her turn, and you’d better not go easy on her!”

I shrugged and stood up to move around, but Britney said, “Oh no, over your lap!” She fake-wrestled Katie (who was by this point cooperating quite a bit) up and over onto my lap, put her arms up and placed my hand on them to secure her, then resumed her position on Katie’s knees. I swatted Katie once, pretty hard, and she gasped, but before I could swat again, Britney hooked her fingers into Katie’s waistband and pulled her jeans down below her butt, exposing muscular and tightly squeezed tan buns poorly protected by a pair of snug white panties.

“My dress was too thin, jeans are cheating! Three spanks on your bare ass, it’s only fair.”

I did hesitate this time, but only for a moment, because Katie had snaked a hand back to my bicep and was squeezing in a way that seemed rather encouraging. I gave her a pair of neat handprints, one on each bun, and declared that two bare-ass spanks was a fair trade for two over a skirt and panties. At this, Katie rolled over and grabbed Britney, pulling her down on top of both of us and kissing her deeply on the lips. As the two girls made out on my lap, Katie reached under Britney’s skirt and pulled down her panties, getting stuck only partway off, but then reached back up and flipped Britney’s skirt over her ass, revealing two round white globes that jiggled as they writhed together across my lap.

“Spank!” Katie ordered after a while, and I was happy to oblige – I laid two bright red handprints on Britney’s milky skin, making her squeal, muffled, into Katie’s mouth. She lifted her ass into the air at this, and I made the bold move to slide my hand down and graze her pussy lips. She gasped and pushed her hips into my hand, prompting Katie to ask what was going on.

Britney’s only reply was, “Oh… My God” as I gently brushed her lips with my fingertips. Katie’s hands slid down her back and met mine, then joined me in teasing Britney’s pussy, already getting wet as she squirmed and moaned on top of us. Their moaning grew louder, and just then my phone buzzed… I ignored it.

Katie moved her hands under Britney and pushed up, saying, “I can’t breathe! And, besides, something is poking me in the back…” She slid out as Britney sat up next to me, her skirt still hiked up around her waist, and stood in front of me with an expectant look on her face. I wasn’t sure what to do, so I just settled in a bit, and she sighed in exasperation and pointed at both herself and Britney.

“Well, undress one of us!”

I like a woman who takes a bit of initiative, so she won that very brief mental battle. I slid forward on the couch and grabbed her jeans, already down around her thighs, and slowly slid them down, struggling a bit at her feet to get them off. Then I came back up to her belly again, kissed her navel, and grabbed her panties with both hands and my teeth, sliding them down. She dragged her fingernails across my back and shivered, then after kicking her panties off, said, “Okay, since we’re being fair… Britney’s turn.”

She grabbed Britney’s hands and lifted her up off the couch, forcefully spinning her and moving her over to stand in front of me, panties messily pulled back up and skirt still askew. When Britney is nervous or turned on, she blushes, but I hadn’t realized until then that she blushes *all over* – she was pink all the way to the tops of her thighs as I slid her panties down and then slid my hands up her body to lift her dress over her head, leaving her in a pink leopard print bra that I’m proud to say I managed to unhook in one try.

Katie, meanwhile, took care of her own top and stood naked by the door to the suite’s bedroom. When I finished undressing Britney, she said, “Now, if you strip, you can come in here with us…” and slipped inside the bedroom, closing the door behind her. Britney followed, doing a cute half-jog that jiggled everything just beautifully, and went inside as well. I stripped in record time and followed, throwing my clothes on a pile beside the couch.

Inside, Britney and Katie were side by side in bed, Katie stroking one of Britney’s nipples above the covers. I lifted the end of the bedspread and sheets and started climbing up into the bed with them, pausing on the way up to lick and kiss feet, calves, very ticklish knees, thighs, and finally pussies – one shaved and one lightly furred. I went down on both of them for a long time, loving the experience of eating two girls out at the same time. They tasted wonderfully different – Katie salty and a little sweet, Britney warm and neutral. I would have kept on going but they both grabbed a handful of hair and dragged me up to them.

Katie pulled me to her first, licking my lips and then pulling me into a deep kiss that lasted a long time as she tasted the pussy on my tongue. She had a hand between my legs stroking my cock and balls, and I soon felt another hand join hers, which nearly made me cum on the spot. After a lot of kissing and rubbing, she said, “I think Britney needs a good fuck…”

I slid over, almost reluctantly, and found Britney’s hand already waiting to guide me into her soaking wet pussy. She was so wet that there was no resistance or “working it in” at all – I slid into her instantly and she groaned with pleasure before starting to buck her hips against me. We quickly established a rhythm, and she came within about 30 seconds. I think Katie had been fingering her for a while, but I was still surprised – the intensity of her orgasm pushed me over the edge.

Fortunately, I was young, and determined, and I just kept stroking as she came again, then slid off and turned to Katie ready to go again. Katie disappeared under the covers and alternated between my cock and Britney’s dripping pussy, getting Britney off and getting me so close that I had to tell her to stop once to avoid cumming yet again. She reappeared atop Britney, who between the alcohol and three orgasms was borderline delirious at this point, and made out with her for a while, watching me with wicked eyes as I stroked myself to the sight.

She released Britney from the kiss and threw her leg over me, pushing me flat on the bed and sliding down over my shaft, this time with a bit more effort. She was wet but incredibly tight, and I had to slowly work myself into her as she opened up until finally, with a gasp, she slid all the way to the bottom and began riding. She moved her hips in a circle, grinding her clit against me, and came over and over against me for… God knows how long. She came at least four times before I finally came again, and no amount of youth or determination was going to save me at that point. It was probably 4am by that time, and I was both mentally and phyically exhausted. After I came, she laid on top of me with my cock still inside her and we fell asleep.

I woke up a bit later and repositioned us, then went back to sleep for good, sore in the best possible way.

The next morning, I awoke to someone coming in to the room. Alex slipped in quietly, like she was trying to be sneaky, then saw me watching her and grinned like she’d been caught. She tiptoed over to the side of the bed and bent down.

“Did you have fun?” she asked.

“Can you tell?” I replied, and wiggled my eyebrows at her.

She laughed and looked at me intently. She has these huge eyes that she can open to make her look like an owl, which always makes me feel like she’s looking into my soul. I realized she was waiting for me to catch on to something.

“Wait, did you do this?”

She laughed again and nodded, eyes still wide and locked on mine.

Then she leaned down and kissed me, deeply.

–

After Alex and I made out for a while, she apparently decided it was time for Britney and Katie to wake up, so she dove onto the bed crosswise. Britney and Katie both shrieked a bit and starting wriggling around, but Alex wouldn’t let them up.

“Did you kids have a good time last night?” she asked.

Britney blushed bright pink, but answered, “Yeah…” in a tiny voice. Katie just smirked at me and started tickling Alex until she surrendered and rolled off the bed. Katie jumped up and flung the covers away from Britney and I – both still naked, of course, and we both rushed to cover up while she laughed at us and ran, butt jiggling, to the bathroom.

Alex is one of those annoying morning people who gets up early no matter what she did last night, so of course she’d woken us up at 7am. I was severely hung over – maybe still a little drunk – and sleepy as hell. She bounced on the end of the bed and insisted that I get up, because she had an amazing breakfast spot in mind. Britney demurred in favor of more sleep, so I groaned and dragged myself out of bed, still covering up since Alex had never seen me naked and it was awfully early to feel sexy, then put on my clothes from the night before.

I retrieved my phone and checked my text messages, which among some extremely drunken messages from various people in our party included a single text from Alex – “You’re welcome ;-)” This was unbearably interesting, but I didn’t have time to ask her about it yet.

Alex and I headed down to the hotel lobby where we met up with her boyfriend Chris, my friend Ian, and Ian’s girlfriend Michelle. We all went out to breakfast at a highbrow brunch spot, and a few… several… cups of coffee brought me back to life. Along with my improved brain function came a needling curiosity about exactly what had happened the night before. I didn’t want to bring it up with Alex, especially in front of Chris, so I kept mum throughout breakfast.

After breakfast, Chris and Ian decided to visit a music store, while Michelle headed off to visit a vintage clothing shop with Britney and Katie. I told the group that I was too tired and too much in need of a shower, and that I was going to head back to the hotel to shower and relax for a while before the large group lunch that was planned for a few hours later. At this, Alex perked up and said, “Me too, I’m too gross to be running around in public.”

Alex and I said our goodbyes to the group and started walking back toward the hotel. On the way, I screwed up my courage and finally asked.

“So… You had something to do with Katie and Britney coming back to my suite last night?”

She made owl eyes at me, then laughed and said, “Something! I had everything to do with it!”

“That was a hell of a surprise!”

“A good surprise, I hope?”

“Oh, *fuck* yes it was.”

She grabbed my arm and spun me to face her, then stood on tiptoes and started kissing me. I responded enthusiastically, and we ended up making out on a busy public sidewalk – it was now about 9am and quite a few people were walking by – for a solid five minutes. We finally broke off and kept walking. I wasn’t sure what to say for a long time, but eventually asked, “So… Why?”

She shrugged at first and said, “I don’t know…” but after a few moments thought, said, “I guess I wanted to fuck you, but since I couldn’t, I wanted to make sure you got fucked, and I know you think they’re hot…”

“But by two girls at the same time!?!” I asked.

She laughed. “I didn’t think I was going to be that persuasive at first! I told them that you thought they were both hot, and that you’d always wanted to have a threesome, and that someone told me you were amazing in bed… They weren’t sure about it, but apparently I talked them into it.”

I laughed at her. “I’m in total disbelief, still. I’m debating whether last night really happened or I just had a really outstanding dream.”

“Real!”

We arrived at the hotel and went up to the suites, splitting up into the separate suites in which we were both staying. I was incredibly turned on from the make-outs, though I still didn’t at all understand what they meant. She had given me seriously mixed signals – telling me that she wanted to fuck me and making out with me despite her boyfriend being around… Chris, as far as I knew, was not cool with the whole free-love environment we had going, at least not where Alex was concerned, so I already felt like I’d crossed some kind of a line by making out with her.

I stripped down and headed into the bathroom. As I was waiting for the water to warm up, I heard the door to the suite open. I figured it was one of the other three guys staying in the suite with me, so I didn’t think much of it until the door behind me opened and Alex walked in. I instinctively covered myself again, but she came straight over to me and grabbed my hands. We started making out, but I stopped her after a second.

“Before we go a lot further here, is Chris okay with this?”

She replied, with a slight flash of anger, “He doesn’t give a shit.”

“That isn’t the same as being okay with it,” I replied, “Did you guys break up or something?”

“No,” she sighed, “He just doesn’t care. He doesn’t want to have sex with me, so I told him I wanted to sleep with you and he said he didn’t give a shit. I think he meant it.”

“So… This is revenge sex?”

“No! I want you… And he was serious. He doesn’t mind us sleeping together. I think he’s so desperate to avoid sex with me that he sees sex with you as a solution.. To get me out of his hair without guilt.”

What you have to understand is that while Britney and Katie were both seriously hot, my feelings for them ended at orgasm. Fucking them was an adventure. With Alex, though… There were *feelings.* Real, actual feelings. I’d never made my feelings obvious to her on purpose, because she had been in a relationship as long as I’d known her, but we were always just a *little* too close for not being together, and in retrospect I think that was obvious to pretty much everyone. So, I was a little skeptical, but I’d wanted this girl for years without ever having had an opportunity to act on it, so I let my dick do the decision making and slid her shirt up over her head. She moaned at even that touch, which surprised me. As I continued to undress her, undoing first her light blue bra, then her jeans, and finally sliding down her matching light blue panties, she acted like she was about to come.

“Are you okay?” I asked. “This seems like it’s a little intense for you…”

“You don’t understand…” she replied. “I haven’t been touched in months. Chris doesn’t touch me. Ever.”

She slid down my body to her knees and took my already half-hard cock in her mouth, sucking gently and lapping her tongue around as my erection grew harder and became too much for her to fit in her mouth. She continued this for a moment, then stood up and said, “I really do need a shower… Can I join you?”

We got in the hot shower, a large stall with a glass door and travertine (classy!) and I adjusted the faucets to make the heat tolerable. After we’d both gotten under the stream, we spent a long time just standing pressed together, exploring each others’ bodies with our hands and gently kissing. Despite her fit and slim frame, she was so soft – I was mesmerized by her ass and would have lingered there for a while if she hadn’t whispered, “Please, fuck me.”

I turned her to the shower wall and lifted one of her legs to wrap around my waist, then pinned her hands above her head with my other hand and started rubbing my cock against her mound. She was slick with her own wetness, and soon I slid inside her without even trying. She gasped loudly and began making little squeaking sounds as we gently moved together, then came almost immediately. I laughed, and she opened her eyes to give me her owlish gaze and said, softly, “What?”

“It sounded like you needed that!”

She made a face of mock irritation and said, “Well, don’t laugh at me about it!”

“Never…” I said, and started thrusting into her in earnest.

We fucked like that for a few minutes until she came again, this time shuddering so hard that I had to support her weight. She asked for a break, which I was ready to give – I had an ass cramp from thrusting in that position, and the water was starting to get cold anyway.

We dried off hastily and moved to the couch, where she pushed me down and straddled me, then rode my cock with a back-and-forth hip motion that made me cum in minutes. As I got close, I told her, “I’m going to cum…” and she grabbed hold of me and pulled me deeper inside her, then wrapped her arms around me as I flooded her with cum. She whispered in my ear, “Hold me… Hold me and cum inside me.”

We sat there wrapped up together for several minutes, her still panting and shivering. Eventually, I pulled her over sideways onto the couch and we stayed entwined for several more minutes.

As I started to stir, she whispered in my ear, “I love you, you know.”

We sat up, and I said, “I… did not.”

She smiled at me and went to retrieve her clothes.

Suddenly, my weekend seemed a lot more complicated.

–

After Alex got dressed and leftto rendezvous with Chris, my head was chaotic with conflicting thoughts. A bright buzzing spot in my brain wanted me to be ecstatic about what had just happened, but another part of me felt guilt and confusion about the possibility of having inserted myself into someone else’s relationship in a bad way.

I got dressed and relaxed for a while, watching some TV and drinking more coffee. The hangover was still definitely present, so I needed the break. Despite trying to relax, though, I couldn’t help thinking about the previous 12 hours and how much had gone down. Two major fantasies had come true in such a hurry that I almost felt like I needed to go back in time and force myself to pay even more attention – it had all gone by so damn fast. Sitting there watching SportsCenter (no offense to Chris Berman, *not* the sexiest show on television) even my idle thoughts were enough that I had a rock hard erection in my jeans that wouldn’t go away. I felt like I was 14 years old again.

Pretty soon, it was time to go to lunch with the big group. We ate at a semi-swanky Italian place downtown. Some in the group were clearly hung over, though others were chipper and excited about the day – we had a tour of a historic theater scheduled for the afternoon, followed by a traveling Broadway show (Wicked… I know. Good music, though.)

At lunch, the conversation got pretty rowdy. Luckily for us, the Saturday lunch crowd was pretty thin, so our banter was annoying only to the admirably patient waitresses. As far as I could tell, pretty much everyone had tied one on in a major way the night before, knowing that the first scheduled event of the day was a late lunch, and several people were giving each other significant looks that told pretty good stories.

Mrs. “Kitty” Mach – a married employee of the college and our nominal “chaperone” for the weekend – seemed particularly… different. She kept stealing glances at my friend Rob and had a bit of a freshly fucked look about her. I caught Rob’s eye and gestured with my eyes at Kitty to ask, “What’s up there?” and he grinned and gave me a tiny shake of his head. I acknowledged the request for discretion and went back to talking with Katie, who to my great interest was being quite affectionate with another girl on the trip, Elise.

We didn’t bring up the night we’d had before, but I was relieved that she and Britney both seemed to be totally content with it. Britney was *very* hung over, to the point of wearing sunglasses in the fairly dim private room in which we were eating, but when I turned to her and we chatted, she was all smiles.

Alex and Chris were talking cheerfully, which I also thought was a good sign. Nevertheless, I resolved to talk to Chris about what had happened – though we weren’t close, we were friends, and I’ve always believed that honesty is the best policy.

After lunch, Rob, Chris, and I headed to the bar while the girls talked girl stuff. I bought a round of Four Roses and we toasted to a good night. After drinking and shooting the shit a bit, I had to ask Rob what was going on.

“So… Kitty seems to be in an especially good mood today.”

Rob laughed, “Ummmmm, yep!”

“Well?”

“Well, we got to drinking, she told me that she and Mr. Mach are in an open relationship, and… one thing led to another.”

Chris choked on his drink a bit. “WHAT?!?”

“Yeah, man, we ended up in Britney’s room at like 2 in the morning and Britney went off somewhere with Katie, so we ended up drinking alone for a while and one thing led to another…”

“Okay, wait,” I said, “You slept with Kitty?”

“Oh, no,” Rob said, “She left after we had sex.”

After the bars, Rob, Kitty, Britney, and Katie had ended up back in Britney’s room and drank most of a bottle of tequila between the four of them. They’d ended up playing “Never Have I Ever”, and as usual the game got pretty risque. Things escalated when Britney threw out, “Never have I ever kissed a girl.” Kitty put a finger down, as did Katie and of course Rob. Kitty always put forth a fairly prudish if fun-loving persona, and no one believed her at first.

Katie spoke up, though, and pointed out that Britney was both the only person with a finger left in the air and also the only person who hadn’t kissed a girl. She pointed out, astutely in my opinion, that both problems could be solved at once. Kitty, without encouragement, walked right over to her, grabbed her face, and kissed her on the lips. Minds were blown.

A short while later, Katie dragged Britney off to an adventure you’ve already heard about, leaving Rob and Kitty alone, and as he tells it they pretty much went straight to it, her explaining why it was okay after they’d already gotten about halfway naked. The rest, as I heard it, was “just sex.”

After Rob finished his story, I said, “Speaking of Britney running off somewhere with Katie… I know where they ended up.” Rob was supposed to have shared my suite along with Ian and Michelle, whose whereabouts from the night before I actually never learned.

“Oh really?” Rob asked.

“I… kinda ended up fucking both of them last night.”

Disbelief ensued. I explained in brief what had gone down, leaving out Alex’s involvement, and was laughingly accused of being a liar and a whore before we were told by the bartender that our group was leaving.

On the way out, I grabbed Chris and we walked a bit behind the group.

“Hey, so…” I started.

“You and Alex hooked up?”

“Yeah. Are you cool with that?”

“Yeah, I don’t care. I think she needed to blow off some steam, and I know you pretty much just fuck people without getting involved, so I told her she could if she wanted to.”

“Wow.” I wasn’t sure whether to feel complimented or insulted, but at the time I took it as a compliment. “Well, I’m glad you’re good with it.”

“Sure, man.” Chris said. He immediately changed the subject, and I got the impression that he didn’t really want to talk about it.

The whole group spent the next few hours taking a tour of a historic theater, which was actually really cool – the backstage area was a tight warren of little rooms and cubbies, plastered with a myriad of old posters and notices. I have a personal love of those kinds of spaces – if you’ve seen Birdman, you get the gist – they’re fascinating and have a certain character of their own.

At one point, Alex and I had fallen somewhat back from the rest of the group, and we both noticed a dark corner and dragged each other into it to make out for a few quick seconds, feeling deliciously like we were getting away with something. We spent most of the tour near each other, not touching but very close. We whispered to each other about Katie and Elise suddenly seeming very close, and had a really great time exploring the place together.

After the tour came the show, an early showing to be followed by a late dinner. The show was great, and we left collectively buzzed with both booze and a lot of sheer excitement. We had time before our dinner reservation, so we broke off into a few groups and went our separate ways. I joined Rob, Alex, and Britney at a divey bar within walking distance of both the hotel and the dinner spot, where we had drinks and got probably a bit too drunk on empty stomachs. Britney had perked up after her earlier hangover, and was flirting with the bartender, me, and Rob pretty evenly. Alex actually got a little possessive about it, which was cute but a bit odd.

Dinner was joyous. We were all dozen of us well-lubricated and absolutely high on each other. We were the loud table in the restaurant. Sorry to anyone else who was there. We knew we were being loud, just didn’t care. We stayed at the table for hours, finishing several bottles of wine. We decided to leave when people started making out…

Again, some people went back to the bar, but several of us went back to my suite, where there awaited college-budget-friendly liquor store liquor and the freedom to act on some of the impulses that were clearly brewing. All told, the group that came back was me, Alex, Kitty, Katie, Britney, Rob, Ian, and Elise. We settled in, put on some music, and started drinking a bit – because I had had experience with hotel suite parties in the past, I had reserved a corner suite with no adjoining rooms other than one of our other suites, which paid off big time that night, as we were *not* being quiet.

I suggested a game of Drink or Dare, which is a bit like Truth or Dare except that it replaces the Truth aspect with drinking – you draw a hand of cards and for each of your turns throw down a card to challenge another person; they can then either lay down a higher card to force you to drink, drink themselves, or accept your dare. Adds a nice bit of strategy in which you can avoid dares from certain people. If you’re into party games, I recommend it highly.

The dares started out tamely – do a headstand, wear a toilet paper “Miss America” sash, etc. Soon, though, things escalated.

Rob dared Alex to kiss Britney, which they both seemed to thoroughly enjoy, though Alex watched me throughout. Britney responded by daring Rob to kiss me, which was less of a masterstroke than she had envisioned, as we’d been through the same dare multiple times before. A lot of drinking went down to avoid some of the worse dares. Kitty in particular was avoiding a lot of dares, and I actually told her quietly that if she wanted to quit, it was totally fine, since she could probably lose her job if something went badly, but she didn’t bail.

Elise dared Katie to kiss her not once, but twice, which elicited a few raised eyebrows and a lot of cheering as they really got into it. Kitty kept her dares tame to the end, but did accept quite a few kisses as we went along.

Alex bent the rules quite a bit to deprive all of the boys in the room of their pants, which rule bending Ian took advantage of to relieve all of the girls in the room of their pants as well, and so it went until pretty soon we were all naked as jaybirds. Alex had moved to sit by me, and we were both surreptitiously rubbing and exploring as the game went along. We whispered to each other about Kitty’s truly ridiculous body – the woman dressed so conservatively at work that no one had suspected that she was built like a bikini model underneath.

The nudity quickly took a toll on our group – first Rob and Kitty made a quick exit. Ian bailed out after a few texts from Michelle. Britney passed out, so we moved her to the suite’s bedroom and arranged her under the covers with a bottle of water on the nightstand. (We were and are still very considerate drunks, thank you.)

Still there were just me, Alex, Katie, and Elise sitting naked on the couch, talking and touching a little bit. As we talked, Katie and Elise gradually dropped out of the conversation, kissing and touching until they finally moved from the couch to the trundle bed in the suite living room and slid under the covers. Alex and I watched them make love, stroking each other, until Alex whispered, “Is there any reason we’re not fucking right now?”

I picked her up and laid her on the couch, then ate her out, picking my head up every now and then to spy on Katie and Elise, who despite being under the covers were putting on a very suggestive show. She came over and over, three or four times. Finally she dragged me up to her and grabbed me to slide me into her. I lost interest in Katie and Elise at this point, looking down into her eyes as we made love, writhing slowly together. She dragged her nails down my back, leaving welts that I found out about the next day. After a short time, we came together, and she again grabbed my hips to pull me into her as I came. When I finished, we heard quiet clapping from across the room, and realized that we had an audience in Katie and Elise, who were sitting up in the trundle bed, breasts shiny with sweat, and who laughed at us as we looked at them and gave us four thumbs up.

I told her I was about to fall asleep and she agreed, so we retired to the suite bedroom and joined the unconscious Britney in the bed. We spent a little while whispering and touching, then fell asleep.

The next morning, I awoke to Alex already awake, standing nude across the room with her phone in hand. When I said, “Hey,” she smiled and crawled back into bed with me and Britney, who stirred and moaned a bit. Alex playfully licked her earlobe, and Britney squeaked a bit and rolled toward us, her glorious big tits above the covers.

“Whoa,” she said, “I don’t think I remember coming to bed.”

“We carried you here, so that makes sense,” Alex replied.

“I can’t believe I’m not hung over!” Britney exclaimed, then suddenly realized her tits were out and tried to yank the covers back, but Alex pulled them back down and took a nipple into her mouth. Britney gasped.

“Oooh I was not ready for that!”

“Should we have fun with the boy here before we let him go?” Alex asked Britney, who blushed and nodded.

“Only if you let me pee first!” I said, my bladder about to explode.

After a quick trip to the head and a gulp of water, I returned and climbed back into bed with the girls, who were kissing. I tried to reach between Alex’s legs, but she pushed my hand away and said, “Ooooh no, I am way too sore for that.” She got up to her knees and pushed my shoulders down onto the bed, then stripped the covers back and slid down to take me into her mouth.

The girls took turns sucking me while Alex fingered Britney, who came repeatedly, losing her coordination and biting me every time she came. I had to tell her to take a break if she felt like she was going to come, to which she said, “I would apologize, but I’m sucking your cock, so…” and returned to sucking.

It took me a long time to come, but I finally did, and the girls both immediately jumped out of bed. We all got dressed and they disappeared to their respective rooms and suitcases to pack up and get ready to head back to home.

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And now, for the aftermath. I’m going to do a sort of 80s college movie thing here and give you the story of what has happened to everyone in the story since this event.

**Britney** is now married to a ridiculously handsome guy of Mexican descent, and together they have three ridiculously cute Mexican/Swedish kids.

**Mr. and Mrs. Kitty Mach** stayed at the college for a few years after I left, and have now moved on. I actually need to check on where they went…

**Ian and Michelle** are now married, which was not much of a surprise.

**Katie and Elise** are *also* now married, which was a *big fucking surprise*. It turned out that Katie had used me as a sort of “Good Luck Chuck”, wanting one amazing one-night-stand before getting serious with Elise, who she was not at all dating prior to this weekend.

**Rob** now makes absolute *bank* while working three days a week, and has a wife who is cool as hell and was not involved in any of our college shenanigans.

Now, hold on to your butts.

**Alex and Chris** are married. They never broke up, just kept on cruising through several years of seemingly pretty unhappy dating and eventually got married. In the decade since the weekend in question, Alex and I have had an on-again/off-again affair, still talk all the time, and sleep together when we have the chance, which is not that often now that she lives in another part of the country. Chris still just doesn’t care – they have had problems for quite a long time, but he doesn’t give a shit if we fuck, so… I’ve accepted that situation. I don’t really understand it, but I don’t feel the need to question it any longer.

**I** am in a very happy swinging/poly marriage that lets me enjoy this kind of thing on a regular basis.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/roqkq5/group_the_college_theater_trip