After moving out of the dorms permanently, I was temporarily living at home while looking for a place to live in the city. I was still in contact with a lot of friends from the dorms, but it was difficult to just have those impromptu get-togethers, parties, or other fun activities. Everything seemed to take a lot of planning and scheduling during the summer recess with a lot of friends back home for the summer. I was experiencing some boredom setting in and decided to keep myself busy with lots of exercise, especially swimming. I had been on the swim team in high school, and it always had been my preferred form of exercise. Consequently, I was more than content to do a couple of hours of laps every morning.
A couple of months into the summer, the results started to show, and I was getting to be in pretty decent shape. I had always been the somewhat athletic husky type, but now my six-foot-four frame was looking slimmer, and my muscles more well-defined. Now I’d just have to find something to do with my new, improved physique.
One day I got a call from a friend from the dorms. His name was Terry, and he had also moved out and was living at his parents' house while they were on an extended world cruise. Terry had lived on the same floor as I did, and we always attended each other’s parties or would hang out and share some beers or wine. We were not like best friends but certainly had a bond and friendship.
He called to invite me to a weekend party that he was hosting at his parents' house a few weeks out. I was quite bored with my summer at this point and eagerly accepted the invitation. He told me there was a catch. It was to be a 'sexy' party, requiring the girls to wear either very revealing swimwear or lingerie and the guys' in Speedo-like, skimpy swimwear.
At first, it sounded kind of contrived and tacky to me, but I remembered that even in the dorms, Terry had always kind of leaned that way. He loved everything naughty and sex-related. His dorm room was like a girly magazine and porn library. I remember him hosting a sauna party in one of the dorm bathrooms, where he plugged up all the vents and ran hot water continuously out of every shower and sink until he had created a pseudo steam room. All guests were required to attend only wearing a towel. At least to start. It was all a bit silly but did result in a great night’s sex with Veronica, my dorm neighbor from down the hall.
I told him I’d adhere to the rules. Parading around in a small, tight-fitting swimsuit seemed a bit weird, but I was feeling good about the shape I was in, so what the heck? The prospect of being around a bunch of scantily clad girls made the decision easier too.
The day of the party arrived, and I packed a bag and took off in my car. His parents' house was about an hour and a half drive south of San Francisco. Terry had told me that I could spend the night or even the whole weekend there if I wanted to.
It was a lovely drive down the coast, and I was actually starting to look forward to the party. When I arrived at his place, I was confronted by a large ornate metal gate with an intercom. I pressed the button, and Terry answered and then buzzed me in. It was about a quarter-mile drive to the house, one of those giant Faux Tuscan villas. Terry came out to greet me and showed me where to park. He then led me around the building to the pool area.
The pool was huge, and there was a large hot tub by some trees. It had an impressive man-made waterfall feeding it. There was another house set back a bit by some trees, and it turned out to be the guest house where he was living. It was two stories and easily the size of an average suburban home. I knew that his family was wealthy, but this was beyond anything I had imagined. It also helped to explain some of his character peculiarities I had always wondered about. I got the impression that he had always pretty much gotten what he wanted.
His girlfriend, Sarah, was sunning herself on one of the lounges by the pool. She was lying on her stomach and got up when she noticed Terry and me approaching. She was topless, wearing only a tiny thong bikini bottom, and made no effort to cover up when she walked over to us to give me a big hug.
I had met her several times before when she’d come to visit Terry in the dorms and always found her to be charming and fun with an unpretentious personality. She was a pretty girl. Not a head turner but had a very pretty face and nice figure. The classic, old-school girlfriend material that the parents would approve of and welcome into the family.
The fact that she was so comfortable being just about naked around me as an acquaintance was the only thing that struck me as weird or out of character. And strangely, Terry seemed perfectly comfortable with it too. I always thought of him as having a much more possessive personality.
She joined us as Terry showed me to my room, still only clad in her tiny thong bikini bottom. It was hard not to stare too much. Thankfully she walked up the stairs behind me. Had she been a few steps in front of me, I would probably have lost my concentration and stumbled on the stairs. They showed me to my room which was really large, light-flooded, with a view of the pool area, and had a huge king-sized bed.
I had arrived early, and it was hours before the party. Terry suggested that we’d just hang out by the pool for a while until more guests arrived. I opted for some board shorts for the time being and joined them poolside. We chatted about school and future plans, but then the conversation turned to the party. I asked for more details about the 'sexy' concept, but he kept avoiding details and much of the real information and said that it was just a matter of chance of how things would go but that he wanted a theme to establish a mood.
I had seen his meticulous planning for parties in the dorms and was not quite convinced by his nonchalant responses. Reading between the lines, I became convinced that he just wanted an orgy. He had used that term many times. And now he had full control and the setting to pull it off. Mixed feelings crept up inside of me. I considered bailing on the whole thing, weighing out the pros and cons of what I expected to happen. But I was here and, at the very least, had his almost-naked girlfriend to look at. Might as well go with the flow.
A bell rang, and Terry quickly got up to answer. Sarah put on shorts and a T-shirt. I guessed that not everyone was going to have the same privilege I had. Two couples arrived with Terry, and we got introduced to one another. Sarah rolled out a couple of coolers with soft drinks, beers, and wine and a cart with some hard liquor and mixers. She asked the other two girls to help her set up some food and snacks. Then they went into the house.
The guys grabbed some beers. I opted for some chilled white wine, and we lapsed into some obligatory small talk. As evening set in, more guests arrived. Some couples, single girls, guys, and small groups. Everyone seemed to be right around our age, and I recognized a few people from the dorms. It struck me that none of the people from our closer circle of friends in the dorms seemed to be there. But then, not everyone lived in the area. I had still expected some of the regulars but was the only one.
Some people seemed to already know one another, while others went through introductions. There were about thirty people in total. Terry was nervously looking around like he was trying to find someone particular and would regularly chat with Sarah about something.
As it got darker, he turned on the lights around the pool resulting in a spectacular wonderland of lighting effects with the landscaping, waterfall, pool, and hot tub all illuminated in various changing colors. All the French doors of the house were wide open, giving easy access to the interior where a big spread of food and snacks was laid out. Music emerged from an array of hidden speakers. The whole place was a spectacular setting for a party.
Then Terry came out with a large gong and announced in his showman style that the party was commencing and for people to get in costume for the evening. I refilled my wine glass and headed up to my room to change into my “sexy” outfit.
Still feeling a bit weird about what was supposed to be happening, I decided to open the window in my room and observe the ongoings for a bit. I was leaning on the window sill, glass of wine in hand, and observed that at least the girls had adhered to Terry’s rules. It seemed to be a competition about who could manage to strap the least amount of fabric onto their bodies. The guys seemed to have a bit looser interpretation of the dress code, but most seemed quite content showing off their goods in the required fashion.
I took a sip of wine and was enjoying the show when Terry came into the room and joined me. He kept looking out the window and scanning the grounds and still seemed to be trying to find someone specific. He told me that it would probably be a good idea to join the party and take it easy on the wine. It would be worth it to stay awake and sober for later. He did not elaborate.
I continued to watch from the window for a while and saw that things were starting to warm up a bit by the pool and in the hot tub. People were starting to pair up and getting close. I was not sure how the party was advertised to them, but they sure seemed to start to interact right on cue. Like at the three-minute mark in a porn video - The awkward made-up premise, small talk, clothes off, and here we go.
Terry poked his head back in and once again prodded me to get ready. He was wearing tiny Speedos and had made sure that his cock was positioned to the side so that the outline was fully visible through the thin Lycra. Sarah was standing next to him in a tiny, white, micro bikini. The tiny bits of material that made it up were pretty much completely transparent under the bright hallway light.
I could only speculate what would happen if it got wet.
I finished my wine and started to think about what I was going to put on. I had brought a couple of pairs of my old Speedos. One was a particularly old one that had the inner lining ripped out, and the fabric was worn to incredible thinness. Not necessarily the most family-friendly option, but if the goal was to show off one’s junk, it was the obvious choice. Better judgment aside and knowing that I’d literally be putting 'myself' out there, I went for it. Several glasses of wine and a bunch of almost or soon-to-be naked girls running around were certainly contributing factors to my decision. And my recent exercise regime had me on the confident side.
As expected, the shorts looked ridiculous. They were so thin and sheer that one could almost see the veins on the shaft. I put on a tight sleeveless, white T-shirt and pulled it way down for a bit more subtlety, but the sight of all of that female flesh parading about had my cock in a semi-hard state, making the pronounced and well-defined bulge anything but subtle.
So I went down to the pool area with a 'devil may care' and 'no guts, no glory' attitude. Hopefully, some girls would show me theirs, considering they would have seen pretty much all there was of me.
When I got to the pool area, I made a point to reinforce my courage immediately with another large glass of wine. Sarah was already pouring herself a glass when I got to the cooler. Her bikini had gotten wet, and my earlier suspicions were confirmed. There was now zero left to the imagination.
She looked down at my Speedos and said that she was happy that I had read the memo and played by the rules. As she was saying that, she gently dragged her fingernail across the front of my shorts. The already prominent bulge was now growing quickly to a point where the material was now completely useless at constraining my growing erection. She seemed delighted by this and gave the tip of my cock a little scratch with her nail before she scooted away. I had always liked Sarah.
I decided to go sit down for a while.
With the help of one of the many towels that were stacked in various spots around the pool area, I was able to calm down and relax a bit. I kept it on my lap as a precaution. There were way too many almost-naked girls running around, and my cock was reacting accordingly. Even though there was this underlying air of sexuality in the air, the full-blown orgy I had contemplated earlier had not manifested itself. But the night was young.
That being said, I did glimpse a couple fucking behind a bush with seemingly no worry of being seen or spied on. There also seemed to be quite a bit of groping and stroking going on under the water in the pool and hot tub.
I suddenly felt a tap on my shoulder, and I turned to see that it was Terry in the company of a very striking girl. He introduced her as Sabine, and I got the impression that she was the person he had been looking for earlier. He motioned her to sit in the chair across from mine and went off to get her a drink.
I was very happy with my towel as things had not quite calmed down enough yet to make me completely comfortable around someone I had just met. Even though it was supposed to be a sex orientation party, I thought it might be a good idea to leave my penis out of it for a while. She came across as a very nice person, and we had only just met.
The more I looked at her, the more beautiful I found her to be. A very pretty, slim face and a short curly haircut with a big shock of that curly hair hanging down over one side of her face. She was around six feet tall and of mixed race.
I guessed Caucasian and African but was not sure as her skin color was extremely light. I was proved correct when she told me that her father was an African American GI and her mother German. I had guessed that there was a Germanic connection from the way she had pronounced her name when she introduced herself.
As our conversation progressed, I found out that she had grown up all over the place in typical army-brat fashion but that she and her parents now lived permanently in Germany, and they had sent her here for a couple of years of college to get an additional outlook at an American college to her armed forces and German education. That’s how she met Sarah, and they became friends.
Terry and Sarah came over, and we all chatted for a while. We talked about how I was raised in Germany, too, and that we could speak in German together if the need or opportunity arose. Sabine was still wearing shorts and a T-shirt, and Sarah told her she’d show her her room so she could change. I guessed that Sabine was going to be an overnight guest too.
As the girls got up, Terry gave me a wink. Message received. As I watched Sabine and Sarah walk across the lawn, my decision not to bail on them, as I had briefly contemplated earlier, certainly seemed like a good decision. They went into the house, and I saw the light in the upstairs room next to mine turn on. Convenient!
While waiting for Sabine to return, I looked around again to see that activity had increased a bit. There were two public blowjobs going on. One in the hot tub with a small audience and a more shy couple in the dark by a tree. Terry would be pleased. He had this thing for always pushing for some naughtiness to happen at his parties. I guessed he had made sure with the theme of this one.
Between the setting and the weird sexual vibe, the whole thing still felt a bit odd to me. I was not a prude or anything. Quite to the contrary. Just being around a bunch of strangers with this raw energy just felt a bit strange.
A girl that I recognized from the dorms came up to me and asked if I wanted to go to the hot tub with her. I really wanted to wait for Sabine to return and was about to politely refuse when another completely naked girl came up behind her and ripped her bikini bottom off, and ran away with it. The now bottomless girl gave chase, and I amused myself by watching what appeared to be a group of girls playing a game of chasing and stripping the clothes off each other. A few guys’ Speedos fell victim to the fun too. Terry should be very pleased with himself.
I pressed the towel harder into my lap, which turned out to be a good thing because when Sabine returned, and I got my first glimpse at her outfit, I went fully erect in a flash. Her figure was reminiscent of an Olympic athlete without bulky muscles. She had a large frame with broad shoulders for a girl. Her hips were a bit wider too, giving her a more feminine air.
She had fairly ample breasts that looked incredibly firm. They were barely covered by the tiniest string bikini top. The cloth portions were barely a three-inch triangle. She did not wear a bikini bottom but a gauzy length of fabric wrapped around her waist.
When she turned, and one of the lights shone through the wrap, I realized why she chose that instead of a bikini bottom. I could see a large, well-defined dark triangle of dense pubic hair. No bottom that matched the top she was wearing would ever suffice to contain that. The bottom halves of her buttocks were exposed too. She was a sight to behold and just exuded pure sensuality.
Sarah came by to inspect Sabine’s outfit and made her do several three-hundred-and-sixty-degree turns in front of me. She then asked me if I approved. She would not have needed an answer if I did not have that towel. My rock-hard penis would have signaled the ultimate sign of approval.
I nodded my head, and Sarah seemed pleased. She then ran off and joined the cloth-ripping game that had spread to a larger crowd. About half the guests were naked now.
Sabine sat down, and we resumed our conversation. I was really entranced by her and paid less and less attention to the naked activities around me. My relaxed state was interrupted when Sabine stuck her wineglass towards me and asked if I would get us some refills. It was the moment of truth. I was no longer fully erect, but the old Speedos would do little to hide things. I pulled the towel off my lap, and Sabine’s eyes went directly to my crotch. She made no attempt to look away. I thought I saw a little smile of approval which made my cock twitch and swell noticeably. Her smile got bigger too.
I came back with the refills, and Sabine suggested that we go to the hot tub. There was a raucous party in the pool now, but the hot top was deserted. We got in and continued our conversation. She edged closer and closer to me as we talked until our thighs were touching. She seemed very relaxed and made herself comfortable, resting her head on my shoulder and looking up at the night sky. My reaction was to get hard again.
She told me that she was reluctant to attend this party at first, but Sarah told her about this big, tall, German guy who would be there that was her type and that she might like. I guessed that that was me. That explained Terry’s invitation and maybe why I was the only one from the regular dorm crowd to be here. I felt a bit set up but was not about to complain.
We hung out in the hot tub for about half an hour when Terry, Sarah, and two other couples approached. Terry said to come with them. He had a special game set up in the house that required four couples, and that we were the fourth team. I tried to explain that, technically, we were not a couple but was quickly interrupted by Sarah, who asked the other two couples in tow to vote whether we looked like a cute couple or not. The vote was a unanimous yes. I thought so too. Knowing Terry, I was getting worried about what his couples game was all about.
I asked Sabine if she was comfortable with this, and she just squeezed my hand and led me into the house.
We went into a large room that looked to have been a den or game room at one point, but now there was a big square cloth-covered cushion in the middle of the room. It was about ten by ten-foot square and about a foot and a half high and firm like a thick gymnastics mat. The room was dimly lit by small light fixtures around the perimeter walls. This setup had Terry written all over it. I could just imagine him getting off while planning all this out. And I was about to be part of his little sex fantasy. But I was in this waist-deep by this point, and there was no good exit strategy. The fact that Sabine now had her hand firmly on my thigh was a big deterrent to any escape plan too.
And regardless, looking around the room at the other participants, things were not so bad. Sarah was certainly sexy and attractive, plus the other two couples were straight out of central casting for a show about aspiring models or actors. I was by far the red-headed stepchild in this crowd. Well, there was Terry.
He explained the game to us. It would be played in stages and involved some sort of spinner, dice, and numbered pieces of paper with instructions. As Terry walked us through the rules and procedures, it sounded like some fancy, overly complicated version of Spin the Bottle meets Truth or Dare, created by a control fanatic.
He went and locked the door. I could have taken that as an ominous sign, but I was well aware of who had set this up. Just Terry exercising his control again. A quick glance out a side window confirmed that the party outside was still going on, full steam ahead. Naked people outnumbered barely clothed ones now, and by the looks of things, they were further along the path than we were. Almost everyone appeared engaged in some sex act. Terry’s little orgy was progressing nicely, and I still wondered how you get more than twenty people to essentially have sex in public at the same time. Maybe all the guests were part of a local swinger’s club.