Alex cleaned up in the shower and slid into bed next to Kevin, snuggling up against his warmth. She murmured her pleasure. Kevin was having none of it, he demanded a story. Alex retrieved her laptop and opened a folder called freshman_pics, and started a slide show.

“Ok. Here, now you can drive,” she said, handing the laptop to Kevin. “These are from my Freshman year, obviously.”

“Wow, is that Wendy! She’s so young,” Kevin exclaimed. His fascination and focus on her beautiful friend amused Alex. He clearly appreciated her best friend’s looks.

“And she’s a year my senior,” Alex said. 

“Well, Asians look really young for their age...” he quipped.

“Bigot,” she punched his arm lightheartedly. Wendy’s father was a Japanese diplomat type who married into British gentry.

“You’re cute in glasses,” Kevin said softly. Seventeen year old Alex smiled back at them in the next slide. Alex examined her bespeckled teenage self, her skin was so smooth and new.

“Obviously this is before LASIK,” she said.

“Who’s the Barbie?” Kevin asked when the slide changed to a blue eyed blonde, 

“That would be Fawn, my roommate.” Fawn looked like a playmate with her cloths on.

“Your room must have been a shrine for the male population.”

“Oh, yeah? Because Fawn looks like a bimbo?” Alex asked with mock anger.

“Easy now...” Kevin laughed. He put a hand on his chest and added innocently, “I compliment. What I mean is, she’s the Playboy Bunny type and you’re the sexy librarian type with legs up to here and an ass that won’t quit. That covers 90% of straight male fantasies.”

“We always did get a fair bit of play but nothing Mecca-like. Fawn got most of the attention. Being more outgoing and...” Alex waved her hand at Fawn’s sexy image, “...all that.”

“No shit? I would not expect a sexbomb named Fawn to be outgoing,” he deadpanned. Flipping through several more photos Kevin stopped at one of the three of them in costume and whistled. “Well, that is 100% of the male fetishes covered, and about 20% of the female… Comicon?”

“Freshman Halloween,” Alex said, nodding sagely, “good times. Wendy made all the costumes, she’s really into that stuff. I helped some.” Alex shook her head, “It was weeks of work. Fawn was... Princess Sailor Moon, I think? I never can remember what Wendy or I were supposed to be.”

“Wendy is Rei Ayanami in battle gear and you are Major Kusanagi,” Kevin rattled off absent mindedly.

“None of that made any sense to me,” said Alex.

“It would if you were into that stuff, like I am,” said Kevin.

“Why didn’t I know that?” she asked. 

Kevin shrugged noncommittally.

“Maybe you should marry Wendy instead,” she mused, “you seem to have a lot in common.”

“No way, you’re way hotter,” he joked. “Speaking of hot, did you have as much fun as the last Halloween?”

“The night was eventful,” Alex laughed, looking slyly at Kevin. 

“Do tell!” he smiled. Kevin’s cute eagerness deserved some reward.

“I thought you wanted to know about other things,” she said coyly.

“Can’t you do both?”

Alex smiled playfully and stretched. Her pussy clenched thinking about college.

“Ok, I’ll start with that Halloween, it’s good background for what it so come.

Alex and Wendy
What you need to know is Fawn and I were roommates. Wendy lived in the room next door with Abigail, who was an insufferably, religious bitch. She got so much under our skins, that Wendy finally came out to her and us, as being bi. Wendy spent a lot of time in our room, so naturally we became friends.

Our dating habits were as different as they get. 

Wendy would date a girl for a week or two, then break up and binge on men. She’d do the same thing again a month later. It’s the same pattern now, but the relationships last longer.

Fawn had no discretion at all. She brought men home in a steady stream for the first few weeks of school, I rarely saw the same one twice. Her stream of men slowed after she got a job working late nights.

I took a page out of Mom’s book and groomed a harem of men.

--

So, Halloween... a gazillion people packed into this big off campus party in some sort of warehouse. I had girlfriends to keep me company this time. We lost Fawn immediately, but Wendy and I stayed together the whole evening.

We danced for hours, drank liberally and ended up at a wild party at a professor’s apartment. By two in the morning only ten of us remained, so we decided to play strip would you rather.

Wendy was between girlfriends and we’d gotten close on the dance floor, so a tension had been building between us all through the night and we both felt it. We flirted around it until she told me to lick her pussy for a minute instead of taking something off.

I spent a good five minutes tonguing Wendy to heaven. The other players concluded I’d gone down on a girl before. Wendy, knew for sure when I brought her to a rousing orgasm. Once I’d gotten her off I crawled up and planted a wet kiss on her. I bit her ear and sucked on her neck.

After that, thinks got truly out of hand. I got stiped out of my costume soon enough. Wendy and I both fucked a couple of guys each. On the way home, Wendy confessed she wanted to pursue me, but I refused because I would lose a friend. We agreed to be friends but that didn’t stop us from making out in her room.

Alex and Kevin
“Wait, you never told me about you and Wendy,” Kevin interrupted. “Should I be worried?” 

“No,” she said. “Wendy’s been trying to date me for a decade, I’m not starting now. We are BFFs, so it's complicated, I guess.”

“Have you told her about all this?” he asked.

“No. God no. You’re the only one who knows everything.”

“Not everything,” he said.

“You will in a minute,” she said. “I’m not sure if I should tell you. It’s got some dirty stuff in it.”

“Dirtier than Halloween?”

“Yeah,” she nodded. “I’m worried you’ll hate me.”

“I promise not to...”

“No promises. I need to know you’re into it,” she said. Lifting her legs and spreading them, she pointed at her pussy, “I need you in here the whole time I tell my tale. If you go soft, I’ll stop.”

Kevin obliged, moving to stand between her legs. Hard already, he rubbed the head against her pussy, lubricating it, then slipping in.

“Are you sure you want to know about this?”

His cock twitched inside her, getting even harder, if such a thing were possible.

“Ok, it starts, believe it or not, with Fawn’s Halloween adventures,” she said.

Alex, the Accidental Whore

The next day, Wendy heard a bunch guys at the frat gang fucked ‘some blonde girl’. Of course we thought it was Fawn, but she denied it. Almost. She claimed they only tit-fucked her. I wasn’t sure what the difference was, but I could tell she felt judged. So I told them about doing the Musketeers and the gloryhole. Fawn and Wendy were shocked, but I could tell it hot them hot., but Fawn still didn’t open up about her night even after I asked a bunch of questions.

Fawn lay off the men for a while after that. She got real serious about her classes and work. She claimed to have a steady boyfriend. I never saw him, but I did see the occasional love bite or bruise on my her and she acquired a lot of lingerie. She was fucking someone. 

Her job kept her out really late on Friday and Saturdays. And she would sleep in late, after. At the time I suspected she was playing with a coworker before coming home.

Late one night as we lay in the dark ready to sleep, Fawn brought up the Frat party. Actually, she brought up my interest in it.

“Alex,” said out of the blue, “did you believe me about the frat party? I got the feeling you didn’t.”

“Um,” I blinked sleepiness out of my brain, “I never thought about it, Fawn. Why wouldn’t I believe you?”

“Well, you just asked a lot of pointed questions. You know, how it started and everything. Like a lawyer making a case,” she said.

“I sounded like a lawyer?” I asked, flattered.

“Yeah, so I’m wondering if you believed me.”

“I did,” I said. She said nothing after that. I thought maybe she would go to sleep.

“I did fuck all those guys,” she said.

“Okay,” I shrugged. When I remembered she couldn’t see that in the dark, I said. “Did you like it?”

“Yeah, but I made the mistake of telling my boyfriend. And he wants me to fuck a bunch of guys with him.”

“Uhm, okay.” I muttered, not knowing what to say.

“He has a bunch of firemen friends…” she let it trail off.

“So what did you say?” I asked neutrally. I was picturing Fawn fucking a bunch of men in fire hats.

“Well, at first I said no. And we fought about it. Yesterday I gave in and agreed to do it.”

“Wow,” I repeated.

“So he set it up for tomorrow night.”

“Fawn, why are you telling me this?”

“Because I’m scared,” she admitted. “He showed them pictures of me. There’s a lot of them.”

“Woah. Well, tell him you changed your mind.”

“I can’t,” she whispered. “I… I just can’t say no. Not now. He set it up and the guys are all expecting it and they’ll be furious with him.” Her words made it sound like her boyfriend would be in trouble but the tone made it clear she was afraid.

“Fawn, are you asking me to help you?”

“Yes,” she said with obvious relief. “Would you do that for me?”

“Sure, I’ll back you up.”

“Alex, you’re the best. Thank you,” she said emphatically. Then she said something that threw me for a loop. “So, can you be ready by eight tomorrow?”

“Sure,” I said. “Wait, I’m confused. What am I getting ready for?”

“To help me,” she said.

“Help you tell tell your boyfriend off?”

“Oh,” she got quiet.

“Fawn?” I spoke into the silence.

“I thought you said you’d help me with the guys,” she said in a small voice.

“Oh,” I said. Again silence filled the room.

“How many?” I asked finally.

“How many what?”

“How many guys?”

“Ten.” she claimed. I whistled. I tried to picture the two of us dealing with ten men. I squirmed and humped my hand quietly.

“So, just to be clear,” I said as seriously as I could. “You won’t tell your boyfriend to go fuck himself, but you will ask me to go fuck a bunch of me?”

“I guess so,” she said forcing a small laugh. “I mean, you’ve done something like that, too.”

“Okay, but what do I wear to a gangbang?” I joked. 

Sexy costumes, it turns out. We worked out the logistics there in the dark and I went to sleep, completely oblivious to just how well I’d been played.

--

I wore the schoolgirl outfit from the previous Halloween. I’d brought it with me from home, like a good slut. Fawn dressed like a cowgirl.

“Why don’t we just go in jeans and strip down?” I asked. Fawn shrugged off my question and applied more lipstick.

I should have become suspicious when a town car, driven by a big bodybuilder type black dude, pulled up to the curb in front of our dorm.

“Hi, I’m Trish. And you must be Fawn’s boyfriend...” I said to him as we got in the back.

“Norman. And I’m just your driver,” he said helpfully.

A small kernel of doubt finally entered my head at that point.

“Jack’s meeting us at the firehouse,” Fawn explained. I hadn’t known her boyfriends name until that point.

“I guess he’s pulling out the stops,” I said, indicating the limo. I got an odd look from the driver.

Norman drove us to Rockville. The new-ish firehouse reflected the values of the upper income neighborhood it served. Tax dollars well spent. Norman escorted us into the place and stood by me while Fawn talked to Jack privately.

While not bad looking, Jack was a fit fortyish, balding, and sported a small potbelly. He seemed a bit old for her, frankly. I noticed their interaction seemed cordial, even professional, but not intimate.

That kernel of doubt was growing, but I got distracted. I’d been thinking about this all day, barely paying attention in class. Now my pussy gushed in anticipation.

“Um, Can you girls put on a show before hand?” asked Jack. “You know, to warm things up?”

“Show?” I looked at Fawn for direction.

“He means a strip tease.”

“I don’t know anything about stripping,” I whispered. I only knew how to dance at clubs. The thought of stripping enticingly to an audience mortified me. I would trip and fall or do something awkward for sure. “How is it going to go over when they see how bad I am at it?”

“You can gangbang, but you can’t strip?” She snorted. Norman gave me a look.

“No, I already know how to fuck. But I’m worried about looking stupid trying to tease them. Look, why don’t we just make out in front of them?”

“What kind of show is that?”

“You’ve gotta be kidding me. You’re about to fuck ten guys but you don’t know guys love watching girls making out?” Norman chortled at that.

“I wouldn’t know what to do,” she insisted apparently as mortified by sex play as I was at stripping.

“Let me handle it,” I said. Was I taking charge?

“First we need to prepare.” I had her take off her shirt and just wear the vest which barely covered her nipples. Then we both removed our thongs. I didn’t plan on doing much stripping.

“The guys are ready,” Jack told us when he came back. He led us to a gym area with a bunch of expensive new looking equipment. I counted eleven young muscular firefighters standing at one end of the gym. They cheered when we entered. With Jack, that made twelve men. Shit.

My mind reeled but my body was all for it, my pussy getting wetter by the second.

“Before we start, gentlemen,” Jack announced. I couldn’t believe it, he was speechmaking. “I want to congratulate you all on graduating. As a celebration, I brought you Nikki and Trish.” He paused while they cheered. “These two whores have agreed to fuck you all for the next hour or two. But first, they’re going to give you a show.”

Everyone cheered. 

“Whore?” I whispered to Fawn.

“He didn’t tell them I was his girlfriend,” she whispered back. “He doesn’t want them knowing he’s dating that kind of girl.”

What a dick, I thought. I should have been thinking about how little sense any of it made, but my pussy was on fire and a dozen fine looking men wanted to put it out. Adrenaline flowed through me as they cheered us expectantly. I felt alive in a way that’s hard to describe. It fed my desire.

Jack pushed a button on a remote and music poured out of hidden speakers. The song was “My Sharona.” I hate that fucking song.

Fawn gave me a worried look. Worse, she was starting to move to the music.

Before she could get going I pushed her to the center of the room near a bench., Then I turned her around for a fierce kiss. Cheers broke out, again. Fawn kissed back after a second. We did this for a bit, but I could tell she wasn’t into girl-girl like Wendy would have been.

I pulled her vest down around her arms pinning them behind her. Whispering, “follow my lead.” in her ear. I spun her around, arms still pinned, so she presented her breasts, unobstructed to the crowd. Everyone cheered.

“Keep your face pointing to the crown no matter what happens next,” I said, with growing confidence. As the cheers died down I pushed Fawn forward so she leaned over the bench with straight arms. She dropped her head down, forgetting to look at the crowd. So I yanked her up by the hair and smacked her ass. “Look at the crowd Nikki,” I said, “I want them to see how much you enjoy this next part.”

I got behind Nikki, flipping up her denim skirt, and put my face in her cunt. Fawn claimed to be 100% straight, but her pussy sure didn’t care who licked it. She gushed onto my tongue immediately. In about a minute I had her moaning in orgasm to the appreciative cheers of our twelve member audience.

“Does anyone want to take my place?” I asked. 

Three men raised hands, waiting for me to pick them, instead of rushing in. How cute! I stripped off my top and bent over right beside Fawn looking up at the men.

“Well come on, our pussies aren’t going to fuck themselves.”

That got a few laughs and the ball rolling.

Inside a minute, a guy had his cock inside Fawn’s wet pussy. A cock in her mouth cut off her moans as the guy bottomed out in her well lubricated cunt. No one got to me for a second, so I watched. She used the hand blocking technique, and it looked toothy. With all her experience, I expected more. Another guy played with her tits. Most men gravitated to Fawn. 

Blondes have all the fun.

I soon forgot about ‘Nikki’ as a mouth worked on my slick pussy. I moaned encouragement. Seconds later a cock pressed against my lips. I opened my mouth to let it in, suckling the head and getting it wet. The guy seemed happy to have just the tip in. I decided to pace myself and not take him all the way. Soon the mouth on my pussy brought me to a head. I came, moaning around the cock in my mouth, which started spewing. I tried to catch all of it, but its owner jerked around spastically spraying cum all over my mouth and chin.

The guys moved Fawn to another bench. She ended up on her back with a guy straddling her chest. She held her breasts together for him. While he fucked his shaft between the huge globes, Fawn worked the head with her mouth.

Now I understood why she wasn’t proficient at blowjobs....