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Molly was looking forward to this party. Midterms were finally over and it was time to throw the books in the corner for some well deserved fun!

The nineteen year old art major hadn't worried too much about what she was going to wear, alright, she’d put a bit more effort into her wardrobe choice than her usual paint spattered jeans and one of her vintage tees and sneakers. But only because Mikey and Ryan, two guys from her Psych class were going to be at this party. The three of them had somehow just clicked, they were so different, Mikey with his indie rocker style and Ryan the athlete with the heart of a poet, well at least that’s what Molly had teasingly christened him on finding out his major was creative writing.

She supposed they weren't all that different after all, they were all somehow connected to the arts, and that's probably what had made them become such fast friends. Maybe if the boys had been a bit more different it’d be easier for her to say which one she liked more. Because of course Molly had found herself crushing on her two study partners.

With a sigh she rounded the corner, her black wedges making hollow clicks as she crossed the hall and went down the stairs of the dorm, the chiffon top and fitted black leggings only served to accentuate her figure, the fullness of her butt and bust. The dark colors of her outfit made her clean cut bob in its current right ginger state and accentuate her large blue eyes, high cheekbones and full lips.

Oh, yeah at least one of them would notice her tonight she thought as she made her way towards the increasing sounds that could only be a college party.

Once inside the house she quickly found her hand occupied with a bright red plastic cup of beer and she took a sip as she walked around trying to find a familiar face amidst all the drunken chaos that was the first Friday night after midterms... this was going to be fun she thought with a small smile.
 
Mikey and Ryan had been fast friends since arriving at Golden State University and being paired as roommates at their dorm, MacInnis Hall. They were both artistic types, Mikey being the musical one and Ryan being more focused on the written word.

They were both reasonably attractive young men; both confident in their own skin, both talented in their chosen fields and competent students. Their psychology class was the only one they had together, but it came with a major added benefit: Molly.

Molly was hot. She was smart. She was funny. The three of them had a blast together. Mikey and Ryan were both incredibly attracted to her, and they both knew it. They had a friendly wager going: whoever hooked up with her first, the other had to do all their laundry for a month. Not exactly a pleasant task, considering Mikey's penchant for smoking weed and Ryan's sweaty athletic gear!

Mikey was pretty sure he had a decent chance, although Ryan seemed to be a pro at getting girls. He'd definitely had a few already in the few short months they'd been at college, while Mikey was in a bit of a slump in that department.

Regardless, they were both looking forward to this party tonight. Ryan had just gotten out of the shower and was standing in front of his closet wearing just a pair of navy blue boxer briefs. Mikey could see why the girls went nuts for him; he was quite well-built, and the package in his briefs was nothing to scoff at. It flustered Mikey a bit that Ryan treated their dorm room like a locker room, but it came with the territory.

Mikey was already set to go, in his ripped jeans, faded Widespread Panic tee shirt, and leather jacket. His long curly brown hair was its usual barely-tamed chaos. Ryan had spiked his short blonde hair, and had selected a plain black tee shirt and jeans.

"You ready yet? Sheesh, you take longer to get ready than most girls," Mikey said, standing up.

"Yeah, well, maybe if you took a little more time you'd get some pussy too!" Ryan shot back, and they laughed and were out the door.

They quickly made their way across campus to Rosewood Avenue. All the houses along Rosewood were rented by students, and being just barely off-campus made it prime party territory. On a night like tonight, with mid-terms just finished, every house had a keg or three and music going. Nothing was too wild yet; it was only nine o'clock, so the parties were just getting started.

"Which one again?" Ryan asked as they walked along.

"1508," Mikey replied. "Just over there," he pointed, and they made their way inside. It didn't take long before they had beers in hand, and just as Ryan spotted some of his gym-rat buddies, Mikey nearly collided head-first into Molly!

"Hey! Fancy seeing you here!" he said. "You look great!" he said with a wink.
 
“Dude! watch where you’re going” she giggled, as her drink sloshed over the brim of her cup and splashed on the end of her blouse “I finally wear something nice and you try to ruin it” There was no malice in her words though because as soon as she said them she pulled Mikey in for a friendly hug after wiping down the tops of her pants.

“Where’s Ryan? Did you lock him in the closet so you could single handedly make off with all the hot girls here tonight?” she teased, releasing him from the hug and taking a sip of her beer. It wasn't all too often that the two friends didn't go places together, or at least that Molly didn’t see one without the other. Not that she wouldn’t mind spending some one on one time with Mikey.
 
Mikey held Molly close for a moment, savoring the feel of her big, firm tits pressed into his chest before he let her go. This girl was the total package, and he was happy to have her so close. She was a great friend, for sure. There was definitely a part of him that didn't want to risk losing that with a hook-up gone astray.

He definitely didn't want her to be the next in his string of failed relationships, either.

"No, Ryan's here," he said, thinking to himself that there was only one hot girl he wanted to make off with tonight. "You know him, Mister Popular," he said, nodding in the direction of a large group of people near the DJ's tables, a majority of them girls practically swooning over Mikey's athletic blond roommate.

"Looks like he's the one making off with all the hot girls," Mikey said, and then his eyes locked with Molly's. "Well, not all of them," he said with a wink.
 
“Nice save there Mikey” she grinned, not really taking him seriously. Mikey was a nice guy and her friend he was supposed to say something nice like that to keep her from having a break down and crying her eyes out about not being one of the hot girls, which in her opinion she wasn't really.

Pretty, okay, she’d accept that, she did have her good days where she thought she was pretty but the hot girls were all blond and skinny with deep tans, real and fake those cheerleader, sorority girls that she just wasn't.

“So lets say we scope you someone to wake up next to tomorrow and not remember how you too got there.”

Taking another sip of beer she looked around at the girls that were already there, the typical college party sluts. “Get one more beer into any one of those chicks over there and you could have an orgy upstairs I bet” she said, rolling her eyes.
 
Mikey looked at the party girls and laughed. He looked at Molly. "You do realize I need to be able to get my dick hard first for an orgy, right?" He took a drink from his beer. The music was getting louder. The lights went down, and some colored lights started swirling around, along with a flashing strobe light.

"Okay, I think I need to smoke a doobie first if I'm gonna enjoy this," Mikey said, pulling out his pack of cigarettes and showing Molly the freshly-rolled joint inside. "You down?" he asked.
 
Looking at Mikey’s pack she chewed her bottom lip in contemplation before she made up her mind. “Maybe later hun, there’s still plenty of beer and I dont dance too good when I’m high... “ And since the music was pretty good she really wanted to do a little dancing before she was too far gone.

“Oooo!” she spoke suddenly seeing a few guys walk past with several bottles of tequila “I think my parties going that a way babe” her eyes lit up with the prospect of tequila shots. “But I will take one of these” she grinned and fished out a normal cigarette out of the pack and placed it between her lips. She was about to ask for him to light it when someone else, to her surprise, came up and did it for her.

“Oh, wow thanks” after taking a pull and looking around to see if she could find the mystery lighter wielder. “I think that was Kyle... seems random enough for it to have been him” she chuckled since she couldn't see the person anymore in the ever growing crowd.
 
Mikey's belly roiled a bit at the mention of tequila. That was some alcohol that always hit him hard and usually made him sick, and he'd learned to stay away from it if he wanted to have a good night.

Just after mystery dude lit Molly's cigarette, Ryan showed up, a girl hanging off each of his arms. "Molly! What's up?" he yelled over the music, and went to give her a hug. Mikey stepped back and rolled his eyes as Ryan managed to suddenly squeeze Molly into the middle of a girl sandwich, as he was strong and easily moved the girls around with his arms!

Mikey popped the joint out of his pack of cigarettes and tucked it behind his ear. Within a moment, as the girls were still engulfed in Ryan's bearhug, there was a tap on his shoulder. "Hey stranger," came a familiar feminine voice. "Wanna burn that thing down?" He raised an eyebrow and turned, and saw a young blonde; he'd had a class with her last semester and they'd smoked a few times before.

"Allison!" he said, giving her a hug. Maybe she was what he needed to get his mind off Molly.
 
“Hey Ry- Oh! uh… okay” she chuckled as she found herself suddenly wedged against Ryan and flanked by two sets of breasts. One of which, the larger of the two, was obviously fake.

She didn't recognize the smaller of the two girls, a brunette with pretty green eyes. But the taller with her dyed black hair and fake breasts didn't seem familiar and didn't really seem Ryan’s type, but then again she was female and apparently wouldn’t mind sleeping with him so she supposed that was just about his type.

She caught the dagger thrown at her by the raven haired girls blue eyes when she stepped back, a half a step, from the forced group hug and almost felt the need to assure her that she didn't need to feel threatened by her since Ryan was so obviously not interested in the redhead but along came Allison.

Allison was hot, like sex pistol punk rock chick hot, like Mikey’s kind of girl hot and that whether it should have or not sparked a twinge of jealousy in her. It must have been this jealousy, and the fact that she really liked the gregarious jock, that made her step back into Ryan’s space to give him a still friendly kiss “I see you havent wasted any time” she said cheerily.
 
Ryan smiled and raised an eyebrow at Molly's sudden, and unexpected, kiss. He scratched his head, not sure what to make of Molly at that moment. He'd definitely harbored a bit of a crush on her for a while now, but never thought anything would come of it.

Nah, couldn't be. She was probably just drunk and flirty... and then Ryan noticed Mikey and some blonde making their way towards the back door, and it suddenly seemed like the perfect opportunity to pounce!

He had a bet to win, after all!

He slid an arm around Molly. "You look like you could use a fresh drink," he said, abandoning the fake-tittied, raven-haired bimbo and the brunette in the crowd...
 
Ryan’s sudden move from holding on to two girls that weren't her to suddenly putting his arm around just her caused Molly’s brows to raise. “Uh, yeah but you know you dont have to escort me, I know how to fetch my own drink” she giggled.

“Besides Raven and Bambi will miss you, and Raven looks like she could speak some sort of impotence spell or something” It wasn’t that she didn’t mind being with Ryan, far from it, he’d been the main feature in more than one frustrated, lonely night self pleasure session. But it was more of a fantasy, she never thought anything would come of it.
 
Ryan raised an eyebrow at her comment about the girls he'd been with, and then laughed. "Nah, I needed an excuse to get away from them. I can't stand listening to Bambi for more than a few minutes, and, uh, Raven kinda weirds me out," he said.

"And yeah, I hope she doesn't cast a spell on me!" They made it to the kitchen, where Ryan was quick to refill their drinks. There was a big punch bowl with jungle juice. It tasted good; the alcohol was well-concealed, but Ryan knew it was strong. Another couple guys came through the kitchen a moment later.

"Yo, Matt, Kevin!" Ryan said, and his friends were happy to see him.

"Ryan! Grab some beers! Strip beer pong in the garage in five!" they were quick to reply, grabbing a case of cheap beer from the fridge.

"Fuck yeah!" Ryan said. He turned to Molly. "You coming or what?" he asked her. "C'mon it'll be fun," he said.
 
“Oh no….” Molly shook her head and put up a hand in protest. She was far from the athletic type. Hand eye coordination when it came to tossing, throwing or catching things were not of her better skills, and that when sober. Now she’d had more than one beer.

But damn that infectious, easy smile, those brilliant blue eyes that almost dared her to join.

“Fine, I’ll come, but I’m only cheerleading, no actually competing” she giggled, taking another sip of her drink before allowing herself to be dragged along to the garage
 
"Yeah, yeah, sure," Ryan said, nudging her a bit before slipping his arm around her waist and leading her to the garage outside...

The garage, of course, was where Mikey and Allison were sharing their joint. They weren't the only ones, either, smoking up. The garage had a nice haze going on, and the sticky sweet stink of weed filled the space. The ping pong table was all set up for a friendly match of beer pong; the red plastic cups arrayed like bowling pins at either end, each containing a couple inches of cheap beer.

Mikey took a drag off his joint and handed it to Allison, waving at Ryan and Molly as they entered. "Hey, we're up first!" Mikey called out to them.

"You're on!" Ryan said, bumping Molly with his hip. "C'mon, you're on my team," he said to her as they all approached the table.
 
“No really... I suck at this” she half giggled half whined but made no actual attempt of escape. With a sigh she watched as Mikey and Allison came over to take their places. Allison next to her while Mikey took to the end closer to him and Ryan joined him there.

“Ladies first right?” Allison purred with a Cheshire grin, her black tipped fingers plucking the ping-pong ball from the table before pausing to wait for a protest. Hearing none from the boys she got comfortable, squinted her eyes a second, took aim and sunk the first shot in one of the middle cups.

“Sooooo… drink or strip?” she grinned turning first to Molly, who couldn't help blushing as she looked over the table at the two guys, and then Ryan.

“Whats it gonna be Ryan… dont be a wimp” Allison teased giving the smiling red head a little hip bump.
 
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Ryan just smirked, his eyes locking with Allison's as he peeled off his shirt, revealing his well-built frame, complete with six pack, his chest freshly shaved clean.

Mikey just had to roll his eyes as Allison gave him an approving whistle. "All right, Molly, take your best shot," Mikey said, winking at her. A small crowd was starting to gather around the table, giving Molly some encouragement... although most of the guys were more eager to see what would happen once Mikey and Ryan tossed their balls...
 
Molly blushed a little when Ryan peeled off his shirt and then at Mikey’s thinly veiled dare. “This is so not fair” she laughed, picking up the ping-pong ball. Looking at it a second she let out a breath before turning her eyes to the triangle of cups.

The crowd made her feel a little self conscious, making it harder to take aim and make her shot. In fact she didn't make the shot, the ball hit the rim of one of the cups on the edge before bouncing off and hitting the floor.

“I told you I suck at this!” she responded to the chorus of disappointed groans coming from a few of the girls.

“Its okay, just pray Mikey sucks as bad as you do and you should be fine” Allison teased, as she caught the ball tossed at her from a guy in the crowd before tossing it to Ryan “Come on blondy, hit me with your best shot” she teased.
 
Mikey and Ryan looked at each other and smiled, then looked back at the girls. "Here goes nothin," Mikey said, but then he tossed his ball and sunk it, and Ryan promptly did the same!

"Haha!" Ryan cheered, and was accompanied by cheers from around the room. Mikey and Ryan high-fived before turning to the girls. Allison sneered playfully at the guys across the table and picked up her cup before looking at Molly.

"Can't give them everything they want right away, now can we?" Allison said, smirking at the guys across the table. It was clear this was rapidly turning into a boys vs girls kind of game!
 
“We shouldn’t be too mean” Molly grinned at Allison then over at the guys. looking up at the ceiling, her hand rose up to the collar of her blouse, and it seemed that everyone was eagerly and expectantly watching before she simply kicked off her shoes and tucked her short locks behind her ear.
“I thought you didnt want to be mean” Allison laughed, grabbing up the ball and high fiving her redheaded partner.

“Yeah well...” Molly simply shrugged and grinned watching Allison make another shot and before she by the skin of her teeth managed to coax a ball into the last cup. Her whole face lit up, having started to really get into the game now, the competitive aspect spurning her on. “Oh yeah!” she said shaking her butt in a miniature victory dance.
 
Mikey and Ryan watched as both girls sunk their ping pong balls in the cups in front of them, and then looked at each other.

"I think I'm getting thirsty," Ryan said.

"Me too," Mikey replied, and they grabbed the cups and drank the cheap beer down. The cups were quickly refilled from the keg in the corner. This game would go on til someone was naked or fall-down drunk!

"Whoo, okay," Mikey said, lighting a cigarette. "Looks like we're all too good for this game," he said. "Raise the stakes? You miss a shot, you have to either drink or strip. You make it, then your opponent does. Deal?"
 
“Well ” Alison contemplated before a wicked smile spread her lips “We could do that or...” pausing for effect she looked around at the gathered crowd then at Molly who raised a brow “How about, you make a shot your opponent has to drink but if you miss you strip.”

Molly’s eyes got big but so did her grin ”Well I’m fucked” a giggle shaking her shoulders. She was clearly cool with the rule change as was everyone else it seemed since they crowd hooted and hollered their approval.

There were already bets being made on how long Molly could keep her clothes on, what article of clothing would be first to go and wheat color Allison’s kickers might be.

“Alright then… ” looking down at the little plastic ball in her hand Molly rubbed it like a pair of dice and blew “come on baby, let mama keep her clothes on” she joked before tossing it and lucky for her she sunk the shot, but just barely. causing a chorus of groans from the crowd.
 
Mikey groaned, but he wasn't going to complain about taking another drink. He picked up the red plastic cup, fished the ping-pong ball out of it, and then downed the beer.

"Whoo," he said, setting the cup back down. It was quickly refilled. "Ally," he said, nodding across the table to his punk-rock princess partner. "I think it's your shot," he said. Ally smirked right back and tossed her ball, which bounced off the edge of a cup.

"Damn," Allison said, amidst the approving roar of the crowd. Mikey had to smile; he could tell she missed on purpose. Allison opted to keep her shoes on for the moment, and peeled off the tank top she was wearing, revealing the lacey black bra holding up her C-cups.

"Your turn, boys," Allison said, tossing the tank top across the table at Mikey.

"Yep," Brad said, his eyes drinking Allison in for a moment before refocusing.

"C'mon Brad," Ally teased, bending forward over the table a bit, giving Brad quite the view of her displayed cleavage!

Brad gulped, tossed, and missed. He shook his head and promptly kicked off his shoes...
 
“Well shit!” Molly giggled when Brad missed, too distracted by the creamy almond colored mounds cupped in lovely black lace “Ally, we should have unpacked your knockers about two rounds ago, we would have won by now.”

Looking down at herself with a pleased smile she cupped her bra clad breasts and stroked them with well deserved pride, before looking up at Molly “You think mine did something, just wait till your turn, I think seeing yours might make the poor guy pass out” the blond teased right back.

All the chesty redhead could do was blush and laugh “Well I seem to be in a little luck, lets hope it keeps up a little bit” she said with a wink, waiting for Mikey to take his shot.
 
Brad and Mikey both just watched as Ally openly groped herself, teasing them from across the table. "Shoot already," Brad said. Mikey smiled, shook his head. He took one last drag off the cigarette and dropped it, stepping on it to put it out, exhaled a cloud of smoke and made his toss.

The bal fell right into a cup in front of Molly, and some of the beer even jumped out and splashed her shirt a little!

"All right! Drink up, Molly!" Mikey said, a satisfied grin on his face. After all, presumably the more she drank, the worse her shooting would get, right?
 
Mikey’s assumptions were correct, she’d only made the last two shots by the skin of her teeth and she was much more sober then. This time the ball bounced off the edge of one of the cups and rolled between Brad’s feet.

“Alright guys, show time!” Ally grinned

“Oh come on, its boobs in a bra, nothing new about that” Molly joked with a slight blush as she slipped out of her blouse, tossing it over on top of Ally’s top.

“Fuschia and orange lace, Rrrrr, sexy!” Allison made her approval known, cheesy cat growl and paw pantomimes included before giving Molly’s 36D’s a hearty squeeze from behind

The grope shocked her, but didn't bother her really, it was funny, the looks on the guys faces. All in good fun, Molly thought “Okay, well, if you do that they really will pass out, you’re turn.”
 
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