From: nogarder@ix.netcom.com(*** )
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: The Sex Party (FF+, bond)
Date: 21 Apr 1996 18:33:17 GMT

			    The Sex Party

	Yes, I got good grades all through high school. Great grades.
And junior high. And college... so far. But even though I am quite
attractive and dress very nicely, I really haven't had a social life.
I shouldn't say "really haven't had," I should say I haven't had a
social life at all.

	Perhaps I dress too nicely. Few girls in high school dressed
as I did, usually in a neat skirt and white blouse; and just about
no one at the University does. I have often thought that my "straight"
persona and my lack of a social life go hand in hand with taking
school seriously.

	Certainly most of the girls are very blase about their
classwork. My roommate sometimes takes schoolwork seriously, but often
just forgets about it for a while. I've found it lonely, my best
friend is really my Literature professor, Ms. Fancher. She is just
about the most intelligent person I know, she is also a very good
teacher unlike some of the more intelligent professors, and she's
really beautiful. I find myself looking forward to class with her, and
I have to admit that it makes my day when she takes the trouble to
talk with me.

	In fact, I don't converse with many other students - they seem
to sense that I am different and avoid me. I really can't say it is a
pleasant existence, but it has always seemed to be part of being a
good student.

	But I know things need not be like that: one of the upper-
class-women is an excellent student and I know she takes school
seriously, but she dresses like the other girls, has no trouble
talking to them or to guys, and has a really cute boyfriend. Her name
is Sharon and I often wonder what it would be to be outgoing like her.
I've never really met her but I've seen her and sometimes
surreptitiously watch her wondering if I can figure out what you have
to do to be accepted. Of all the people I've run across, she is the
person I'd most like to be like, with the possible exception of Ms.
Fancher.

	I do get along pretty well with my roommate, Vicki. She isn't
a really outgoing person but she gets along and doesn't seem afraid to
speak up. She is a bit of a wild dresser and hangs out with a bunch
who more-or-less stay away from the "popular" crowd.

	Some of them have weird haircuts and it wouldn't surprise me
if some of them were into drugs or something. If Vicki is, she has
certainly given me no indication though people tend to keep things
like that from me, as if the first thing I would do is go report them.

	But Vicki is good to me, and I have to admit she is the best
"student" friend I have at school even though she she spends more time
out with her gang.

	Vicki and I have talked a little bit about my social life and
it's been great that I have someone that I can comfortably talk to
about it. She's said I should just loosen up and change my image,
which is hard for me to deny but it doesn't seem that simple.

	I'd be embarrassed to make a change that everybody would
notice. Vicki says that I'm making too much of it - that even if I
changed completely that a lot of people wouldn't worry about it at all
and those who noticed would soon have other things to occupy their
minds. She said it might be a good idea to actually go to extra
lengths to change conspicuously - call attention to my new image.

	Then I would be getting noticed, but since it was my aim to be
noticed it would bother me less. This sounded all right in theory,
but I still couldn't see myself putting it practice.

	Vicki didn't give up on me though. She invited me to go along
with her to a party one Friday evening and said it would be a good way
to start establishing a new image. I finally screwed up the courage to
accept her invitation.

	But I did worry about what to wear. Vicki wears some pretty
wild clothes sometimes, but often just wears old jeans and a
sleeveless top or something. I'd seen her dress for parties and I
knew I had nothing that would fit in. Vicki thought about my dilemma
and finally said I ought to just wear my regular clothes. I told her
I'd surely stand out too much. She said that was OK, the people at the
party were really open about whatever people feel like wearing and
they were people who like to buck the trends.

	She said my outfit would be a sort of reverse defiance. I said
people were still likely to just think I was a nerd and she said there
were ways we could counter that. I wondered at what she was talking
about, but finally I accepted her idea since I really didn't have any
other brilliant ideas.

	So while Vicki dressed in jeans and a tight tube top, I wore
my regular knee-length skirt and a white blouse. I told her how
incongruous we looked and she said, "Yeah, isn't it great?"

	Vicki drove us to the party, to a suburban house some distance
from the campus, and as we parked (some distance from the house since
the party was apparently already well under way) I wondered again
whether this was a good idea.

	After we got out of the car, Vicki said she'd show me how to
make sure everyone knew I was changing my image. She took out a short,
wide leather strap and showed it to me. I realized it was a dog
collar! She suggested I wear it!

	I told her there was no way I could wear something that wild,
but she insisted it would be great - that I'd instantly establish
myself as a partier. She said it would call attention to me, but that
lots of other people would be doing equally wild things to call
attention to themselves, and everyone would admire my outfit! This was
all a little much for me, but finally I gave in and she put it around
my neck. It felt funny resting on my shoulder and touching under my
chin when I looked down.

	Then Vicki put some kind of bracelets on my wrist (I didn't
get a good look at them) and then she had this chain which she
proceeded to attach to the collar!

	"Vicki, what *is* this?"

	"Don't worry about it. Everyone will *love* the look. You'll
establish yourself in no time."

	"I don't think I want to do this."

	"Oh, don't back out now. Trust me. You know I know my way
around. You know I know more about this than you, don't you?"

	"Well, yes, but I don't think I can do it."

	"You're already doing it. Trust me, there will be wilder
things going on here. You don't have to worry."

	Well, I gave in again, and we walked to the house, Vicki
holding the end of the chain. I couldn't believe I was doing this. I
was nervous as all get out, but I have to admit to a hint of a thrill
too. Well, my first fear, that all conversation would stop as everyone
stared at me in shock turned out to be unrealized - Vicki was right:
we walked in the door and the party didn't skip a beat. Just as Vicki
said, people were dressed lots of ways, some of them pretty wild.
There was this one girl in cutoffs and a rather skimpy halter top.

	Another woman had tights on and a top: her shape, the shape of
her rear was there for all to see. And there *were* some wild
haircuts.

	Vicki introduced me to a couple of her friends, and they *did*
stare at me during the introductions.

	One girl said "Wow!" in an involuntary sort of way.

	I also noticed a few other people noticing us, some of them
stealing a glance, and some of them staring or saying something to
their friends.

	As soon as I had the chance, I said, "It's too embarrassing to
talk to people like this. I'm too nervous."

	"Don't worry about it. Actually, the beauty of this is that
nervousness heightens the effect. It's just as if you were playing the
part to the hilt."

	"But I *feel* so embarrassed! People *are* staring." I spoke
in a low voice, but I was emphatic. "Well, if you do something
positive, if you *act the part*, you'll feel more in control and less
embarrassed. You could catch the eye of anyone who is staring! That
would put the ball back in their court! You could even wink at them!
But then you wouldn't want to let any nerves show. The other approach
would be to keep your eyes on the floor and not even look at them.

	"Then if people noticed your nervousness, it would just go
along with the part! And if you stole a few glances while your head
was bowed, that would just make it work even better!"

	"Gee, I don't know, Vicki... "

	"Well, just remember those poses if you start feeling too
desperate. Don't worry, everything is going great!" With that, we
moved along. I still saw people staring and pointing. We went through
the living room to the dining room, Vicki introducing me to a few
other people. In the dining room I saw Ms. Fancher! I couldn't believe
my eyes.

	And she saw me and came over! I tried averting my eyes and
avoiding her gaze.

	"Vicki! I'm very impressed!"

	"Hi Susan. How're you doing?" Vicki called Ms. Fancher
*Susan*!

	"I hope you're going to have her perform." I didn't know what
Ms. Fancher was talking about. That anticipation in her voice! I
stole a glance at her and she was looking right at my eyes with this
interested look. I felt shock.

	"Oh, we'll see," returned Vicki.

	"What was *that* all about?" I asked Vicki when we were out of
earshot.

	"Oh, don't worry, I gave a non-committal answer. It'll tease
her a little. That's what you want to do at these parties."

	That is all I got out of Vicki about it at that point. We got
beers and drank. I'm not used to beer and really don't like the taste,
but I can get it down. I saw Sharon and her boyfriend, Carl.

	As usual, she fit right in with the rest of the crowd. We each
had another beer, talking a bit with each other and Vicki talking with
her friends who came by occasionally.

	Finally Vicki drew me into another room, the family room I
think. It was darker, lit by a few candles and one small lamp. There
were people standing all around, and when I got in close enough to see
what was going on, I swallowed. In the middle of the room was an open
area, in the middle of which were two girls, kneeling, stark naked!

	Everyone was standing around the edge of the room, watching
them. They had blindfolds on, and as Vicki drew me around the edge of
the room to where we could see their backs, I realized their hands
were handcuffed behind them! They just knelt there! A woman came up
with a roll of tape and put a piece over each of the girls' mouths!
Then she went and got this little whip!

	"Vicki! What is this?" I said in a desperate whisper.

	"Watch!" said Vicki, whispering back. The woman swung the whip
around and whipped one of the girls on the rear! The girl jerked, but
otherwise didn't move, staying right where she was. I couldn't believe
this was happening, right there in front of me. Everyone was just
watching.

	"Vicki!"

	"Don't worry, they *want* it."

	The woman whipped the other girl, and then alternated between
the girls. Both girls just stayed there and took it.

	Then someone else was coming out into the middle of the floor.
It was Sharon and Carl! Sharon knelt in the middle of the floor. It
seemed like Carl had asked her to. She was dressed, though.

	She put her hands behind her and Carl put handcuffs on them!
Then he blindfolded her and then put tape over her mouth!

	Then he borrowed the whip and then he undid her belt and
pulled her jeans and panties down to her knees!

	I just stood there in shock! I couldn't take my eyes off her!
She just continued kneeling! He whipped her five times and then guided
her head down so it was on the floor. Everyone applauded! The other
woman had gotten some kind of stick - it looked like thin bamboo. She
started alternating between the two girls' rears again. They seemed to
jerk more, but they still just knelt there.

	"Vicki!" It was Ms. Fancher who had come up next to us.
"Vicki, can I take her out there?" She was talking about me!

	"Oh, wait and see," said Vicki. She had this evil little turn
in her voice. Vicki the tease! I noticed that Carl had taken off
Sharon's blindfold, tape, and handcuffs, and Sharon was standing up
and leaving the center of the room, fully dressed again. The other two
girls were still being whipped.

	"I *mean* it Vicki, please?" I couldn't believe Ms. Fancher
would talk like this. "Vicki, if you let me do it, I'll let you have
me upstairs, for... ten minutes."

	Vicki was thinking! "Anything I want?"

	"Yes!" said Ms. Fancher. Vicki didn't answer - she was
thinking. "*Twenty* minutes! *Please* Vicki!"

	"How about it? It's really a kick!" Vicki was whispering to
*me*!

	"Vicki, what does she want? I can't do that!"

	"Come on, this is just what you need for your image!"

	"Vicki!" I kept my voice down but I was really amazed at this
turn of events.

	"*Please*?" Vicki seemed *desperate*! "Come on, this is my big
chance. Listen... Later I'll get you in to see... Sharon! How would
you like to see Carl fuck Sharon?" I stood there in shock.

	An image of Sharon came to mind. "She'll be completely nude!
He'll fuck her in the ass. OK? Come on, just for a little while?
Please?"

	I imagined Sharon naked. Vicki went on: "His big cock, right
in her pert ass! You'll love it!"

	I couldn't help it. The idea of watching Sharon... getting it.
"OK." It was just a whisper.