Toga! Toga! T-oh-ugh! - Sex Stories

Toga! Toga! T-oh-ugh!

... water and I’ll try to rescue you bra and panties.” “The panties are a white cotton thong with black smiles on them.” Owen smiled. “They sound cute. So tell me, why did you attend our toga party?” I sighed. “Because I’m going to graduate in three weeks.” “I’m not sure I understand.” I drank my water and Gatorade, then said, “I’ve done nothing but work and go to school for the last four years. I’m on four scholarships that demand I maintain a 3.0 gpa, I’m working two part-time jobs, and I usually spend my free time studying. Chrissy, my friend, told me I needed to experience college, not just attend.” “Why didn’t you try to join the sorority?” “I did. They don’t usually take girls who can’t afford to be members. Chrissy got in, I didn’t. I figured it was for the best. So, Chrissy moved into sorority the house and we stayed friends. When she told me about the party, I figured, what the hell.” “What’s your major?” “Majors,” I corrected him, not that he’d know that before. “Computer science and English. I want to write educational programs to help teach kids how to read.” “Why not become a teacher?” “Simple. They get paid like shit.” Owen laughed. “This is true. My older sister is a teacher and she’s always bitching about how shitty her pay is.” “I need to use the bathroom, and I don’t have any clothes.” “Here,” said Owen, handing me a clean t-shirt and boxers. “This way you don’t need to walk out naked. Not that I would mind.” I smiled and slipped on the clothes. Owen escorted me ...

... to the bathroom and offered to search for my bra. It was then I saw my reflection. My face was red and blotchy, my hair, a matted mess. Not only was I sure I had fucked Owen, but I was pretty sure I had fucked another as well. Maybe. Flashes of kissing random guys danced through my head. I also remember when I took my bra and panties off. It was stupid, but it was during the song, “Shout!” All the sorority girls were taking their bras off and tossing them into a basket. Not wanting to be left out, I did the same. Though, I know I was pretty drunk by then. I emptied my bladder and returned to the room I was in before. I grabbed my toga and stared at it. Hot tears welled up in my eyes, and burned down my cheeks. What was I thinking coming to a frat party and fucking a random stranger or two? I put my face into my hands wept. I had never had a one-night stand before and the shame of my stupidity added to my poor decisions. Owen entered the room and exclaimed, “Hey! What’s wrong?” “I’m not a slut,” I sobbed. Owen set the food on his dresser and sat next me, putting his arm around me. “I know that.” “I got so drunk last night.” “What did you drink?” “Beer, tequila, I think some rum and vodka. I know I kissed several guys.” “Sounds like a normal party here.” “And then I wake up and I can’t remember if we fucked or not!” “Well, let’s try to make this a happier ending. Are any of these yours?” he asked, holding up the three remaining bras. I looked up and quickly spotted my bra. How ...