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

Toga! Toga! T-oh-ugh!

... back and helped me into the bed. Then he climbed in next to me and held me close. “I feel like shit,” I said. “I’m sure you do,” said Owen. Owen held me in his arms, stroking my hair. It was such a gentle moment and not how I expected a frat guy to behave. I thought about Chrissy and the dogpile downstairs. I was sure she was there, in the middle of it. She had mentioned once before the erotic parties they had, but was never able to give many details. Then it hit me, I was brought here to be a part of the dogpile, but instead I ended up here, with Owen. “Why were you in that class?” I moaned. I didn’t want to think about Chrissy, the dogpile, or anything else. “It’s for my major,” explained Owen. “I want to be the next Kinsey. I want to prove that humans are sexual beings by nature.” “I guess being in a frat helps.” “Actually, anything I do with a woman is private. I don’t kiss and tell.” Owen kissed my head. Something about his body language changed. I could feel it. “What is it?” I asked. “I, um… that is… I remember last night.” “Oh shit.” “Actually, you were quite amazing.” “Liar.” “Tell me what you remember?” he asked. I took a deep breath, then said, “I remember dancing.” “You can do better than that.” I sighed, “Fine. Chrissy helped me with my toga. We picked the purple sheet to match my bra. Hers was flawless. She’s flawless. Tall, leggy brunette with perky little breasts, a tight ass, and gorgeous. Next to her I’m short and dumpy.” “You’re not dumpy,” said Owen. ...

... “But I am short. Being a blonde means I’m constantly overcoming the stereotype of being a stupid nymphomaniac who’s only interested in a sugar-daddy or being a trophy wife. I’ve busted my ass for four years and will be walking with a 3.8 gpa. I’m not the valedictorian, but I don’t fucking care about that. I’ve got four job offers waiting for me when I graduate. I’ve spent my entire college career overcoming men thinking I was a fuck-toy or an idiot and tonight I just wanted to see how the other side lived.” “Wow! A 3.8 gpa is nothing to sneeze at.” “Thanks,” I said, then continued. “So, Chrissy and I arrive and the music was so loud, and everywhere I saw handsome men and sexy women all wearing togas. I didn’t think I belonged, but soon lots of men were talking to me, and pouring me drinks. It seemed the more I drank, the more they would talk with me. I’m sure I kissed at least a dozen different guys.” “When did you give up your bra and panties?” I bit my lower lip and fought back the tears. “It was during ‘Shout!’ You know the song.” “Oh right… I remember someone calling out for everyone to lose their underwear. Hell, even I shed my boxers then.” “I was so drunk, and everyone else was taking off their bras and panties so I decided what the hell. It was kinda freeing. Then I noticed the guys started feeling up the girls and togas coming off. I wasn’t so comfortable anymore and I wanted to leave, but, I got lost.” “I found you hiding in the kitchen.” I looked up at Owen. “That’s ...