Dressing Up Ch. 04

Rob, Mark and I spent the next few days going through the pictures we'd taken at the last shoot. We, again, cropped out our heads where possible and assembled them into a story.

We also looked through our email address and started to reply to promising people who seemed like they might want to join us. I was very clear: there was no way anyone would find out this was us, so any collaboration of contribution had to happen through the anonymous email address.

Rob was also starting to put together a website for our magazine. We'd settled on the name "Campus Costumes". And on our next shoot, Rob insisted, we were going to figure out how to do video in a way that preserved our anonymity.

We were hashing out the details in a very un-sexy way when I got a phone call. It was Jenny from my chemistry lecture.

"I did it! I did it!"

"Settle down, Jenny, what did you do?"

"I asked Paul and he said yes! I never thought he'd say yes!"

"Holy shit!"

Jenny had told me how much she wanted to be in the magazine that she didn't know was mine the week before, and I'd suggested that she have her crush Paul take audition pictures to send in. I never thought she'd have the courage to ask, but what man would turn down the opportunity?

"So when are you going to do it? What're you going to wear?"

"I don't know. I'm on my way over to your place. Can we talk there?"

Shit. I couldn't let Jenny into my dorm room. There were two hunky men cutting up naked pictures of themselves fucking me. And there were the costumes from our shoots, just laying on the ground.

"I'll come to you. We'll look at your outfits together."

"Ok - right now?"

"Give me half an hour."

"See you soon."

I hung up.

"Guys, we've got another model," I announced and I put on my shoes. "And I'm going to come home with sample pictures."

Jenny was pacing her dorm room in a pair of running shorts and a white t-shirt bra when I arrived. She'd thrown all her clothes on her bed and was agonizing about what to wear.

"Jenny," I said, "what matters is your attitude. The clothes come right off, no?"

She nodded.

We hung up all her clothes.

"What sexy lingerie do you have? Anything in lace?"

Jenny pulled out a neon green thong and then, after digging for a bit, found matching a red lace thong and bra set.

"Let's do that set. Try them on for me."

I'd brought along my camera in case we needed it. Jenny turned her back to me and dropped her shorts and unhooked her bra. Her bubble butt and toned thighs evidenced time in the gym.

"Do you work out, girl?"

"You bet your ass I do. I wanted to be ready for the day that Paul saw me as more than a study buddy."

She wiggled into the thong and fastened the bra. The lace thong somehow made her ass even hotter, and then she turned around. That bra must be magic. Jenny's tits were lifted, separated, all the right things. And she was working it. She cocked her hips and arched her back. Jenny licked her lips and asked me if I liked what I saw. I took a picture.

"That's a sexy outfit, Jenny. Are you going to go with that for your photoshoot with Paul or do you have something else in mind?"

"I dunno. What do you think we could do?"

I had lots of ideas for her.

She could just do a boudoir set stripping out of the lingerie and maybe a robe. She could get a long coat and take pictures outside in a coat, then open the coat for the camera, maybe even get naked under the coat. She could put on a cocktail dress and strip out of that first. Ideas poured out.

"How about some mix of the trashy and classy?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I could do something as trashy as flashing a coat open combined with something as classy as a cocktail dress."

"I don't follow."

"How about this: I could wear a cocktail dress to a bar, show some skin and tease a bit, and then do the boudoir scene?"

"Or you could get up on the bar and strip."

"There's no way."

"That's what you would have said about asking Paul to take pictures of you stripping."

"You got me."

"Or you could take Paul to the bathroom and strip in there."

"Oh my."

"And then you could open his fly and suck him off."

Jenny blushed, even more than she had been already.

"And then he could lift you to the sink and fuck you."

"Christine!" Jenny's blush had spread to her chest and her nipples were obviously hardening.

"Look at yourself, you want it!"

Jenny told me that she got turned on by the idea but that there was no way she'd be willing to do that. "It's gross," she said, "and besides, what if someone recognizes me?"

"Isn't that part of the thrill?"

"If you're so into it," Jenny accused me, "why don't you take pictures of yourself getting fucked in a bar bathroom and send them in?"

Maybe I would.

Jenny decided to keep it relatively tame with Paul - at least to start. We outlined what she should plan to do in case he didn't have any suggestions. She'd start in a little dress, preening in front of the mirror, and would bend over enough checking herself out to show off a lot of leg and a little flash of her thong. And then she'd lose the dress and pose on the bed, tweaking her nipples and rubbing her pussy before slowly undressing all the way.

This plan would make sure that Paul got ideas. I couldn't wait to see what pictures came in.

As I walked back to my dorm, I knew what I wanted my next photoshoot to be. Mark and Rob were gone by the time I got home, but they'd left a note: "Let's do another shoot this weekend? This is fun."

I texted Mark that I had plans for him and Rob this weekend and that they'd better have a car for Friday, Saturday, and Sunday, as we'd need it.

I'd done my research. There was another, smaller, college town a ways down the interstate. I'd found a club that looked busy and a hotel a block away and hoped that we wouldn't be recognized.

When we arrived, late on Friday, we checked in to the hotel. We got one room with two beds and went to deposit our stuff. We were right next to the pool, which got my imagination going again.

After a quick bite to eat, I was ready to go to the club. Rob would take pictures while I danced, flirted, and flashed with Mark. I told the boys that I planned on getting fucked that night, but wasn't sure whether it was going to be on the dance floor, in the club bathroom, or in the hotel. Or all three.

I pulled out the red dress Mark had got me from Yandy.com. I stripped to my thong - black lace, chosen to show it off - and put on the dress. The dress had an open back and tied around my neck. The neckline in front plunged between my breasts almost to my belly button and the elasticized fabric pushed my tots together to show them off. The hem was only an inch or two below my panties, showing off my long legs.

I looked at myself in the mirror as Mark and Rob tried to devour me with their eyes. I spun slowly, taking it all in. I would be the center of attention at the club tonight, with my cleavage, and the sides of my breasts peeking out from under my arms.

When we arrived at the club at about eleven, things were in full swing. A DJ was working the crowd, who seemed young and energetic. The place was packed. I was ready to work it.

I told the boys to hang back for a bit while I made a new friend or two. Rob got a beer to nurse while he took pictures, and Mark headed to the bar alone.

Two cute boys caught my eye. They were probably around our age and looked a bit nervous, standing and watching the dance floor. Perfect for my plan. I went up to them and, being braver than I felt, just flat-out asked if they'd buy me a drink.

While one of them went off to bring me a vodka soda, the other one and I had a brief, shouted conversation. He was a student, studying engineering, and had just split with his girlfriend. His friend, the one who was just returning with my drink, had insisted on the night out. I insisted they take me to the dance floor.

In short order, I was sandwiched between the two boys, grinding my ass against one and my tits into the other's chest. They squeezed in closer on me over the next few minutes, and I felt hard-ons pressing into my ass and my belly.

Knowing that I was turning on these two strangers was getting me hot and bothered; I could feel my pussy getting wet. I grabbed the boy in front of me and pulled his mouth to mine for a sloppy kiss. One of his hands was on my thigh and he slid it up and around until it was cupping the bottom of my butt cheek, his fingers grazing my thong. His other hand was on my side, left bare by my risque dress. His touch was electrifying.

The boy behind me wouldn't be left out of the action. He kissed my neck, roughly. And as I moaned, he slipped a hand inside my plunging neckline to cup my tit and pinch my nipple.

I let their hands wander over my exposed flesh. I even let them expose more of me, pulling my dress higher to show the club my wet thong. And then there were fingers inside my thong, sliding down through my trimmed pubes and touching my wetness.

This was too far, I thought. I didn't want these strangers finger-fucking me on the dance floor. But as I articulated to myself exactly what I didn't want to happen, I moaned. And I thrust my hips into the stranger's hands. I did want this stranger to finger-fuck me on the dance floor. And then I remembered Rob, taking pictures. And Mark, probably jealously watching these boys play with me. And then the boy found my clit.

One touch was enough as I thought about my display and the pictures we'd send around - I exploded all over his hands and collapsed into his arms. As I recovered from my climax and saw the hungry look of the boys who'd been touching me, I excused myself to go pee. I needed to think about what I wanted next.

I straightened my dress out and made my way to the ladies' room, where, after taking care of business, I stood in front of the mirror to give myself a pep talk. I wanted this night to continue; I was having fun. I imagined ways the night could go. I could return the favor to my two stranger boys by taking them to a corner of the club and sucking them off. I could drag one of them to the bathroom and get fucked. I could take them back to the hotel and fuck them both. I could have Rob record them fucking me.

I was getting even wetter, thinking about how I'd get fucked. And then I remembered Mark. He was so good to me and just sitting by the bar, waiting jealously for me to finish with those boys. And he had that cock that did so well by me, that and his fantastic hands and mouth. I wanted Mark, is what I realized. And I needed him now.

That's when I knew what to do. I slid my thong off and balled it in my hand as I left the bathroom, smoothing my dress flat. I stopped by the bar to grab Mark while on the way to the dance floor, and I brought him with me to find my two strangers.

I made eye contact with the boys while I positioned Mark behind me. Mark was already mostly hard, and as I rubbed my ass against his jeans, his erection grew to full size. I needed that inside me, but wanted to tease a bit first.

I gestured for the boys to come over to me, and like horny puppies with hungry eyes, they did. Mark pressed into my ass as the boys started to feel me up again. I took one of their hands and pressed my thong into it. His eyes bugged out and he moved his hands to my thighs to see what was under my dress.

I obligingly spread my legs for the stranger's inspection while reaching behind me for Mark's zipper. After some struggle, I had his cock free of his pants and nestled between my legs, pressing at my pussy.

The boy in front of me with his hand at my pussy figured out what was going on as he stroked Mark's cock and my pussy. I leaned into his ear. "Put it in," I whispered. "Fuck me with his cock."

The boy obliged, sliding Mark's hard cock into my gaping slit. Mark thrust and was inside me all at once, filling me and overwhelming me.

I just let go of myself, welcoming and noticing all the sensations that passed through me in waves. Mark was slowly thrusting in time with the music, holding me up with his strong arms as he impaled me with his wonderful cock.

And the boy in front of me, a stranger who I'd just met, was rubbing my pussy, grazing against my clit, and feeling Mark fucking me.

The club was dark, but it wasn't so dark that no one had noticed the woman in the short dress getting fucked by two men on the dance floor: there were stares. And knowing we were being watched just turned me on more.

I pulled the boy in front of me in for a kiss. As he returned my kiss, he reached for his pants with the hand that wasn't on my pussy. I kissed him harder as he unfastened his belt and opened his pants.

He quickly had the head of his cock at my already full pussy and then, in an instant, I was off the floor and both men were inside me, fucking me with two cocks in my pussy. I was so overwhelmed with how full I was and how vulnerable and just how public this fucking was that I came in an instant. The boys weren't far behind and their two cocks exploded in me together.

As they gently set me down on my feet, I realized what, exactly, had just happened. I had two men's cum leaking out of my pussy, which was exposed to the whole club by my dress being lifted up, and my tits had popped out of the dress, too.

I pulled my outfit back together and needed to leave right away. Mark still had ideas, though.

"Come to the hot tub after a shower," he said, handing me my room key. He knew I needed to be alone for a minute.

I left the club and walked the two blocks back to the hotel, cum trickling down my legs. I felt used, but also sexy. And hadn't I used them to get me off? And what pictures did Rob manage to get? And what would we do with them? I stayed for a while in the hotel shower, slowly coming down off of my high and thinking about how much I loved what had just happened. My hand found its way to my clit, and then I realized that Mark had invited me to the hot tub. Who knows what he had in store for me.

I wrapped a towel around myself, figuring that I wouldn't need anything else in the hot tub, and went down the hall to find the hot tub already bustling with activity. Mark was in it, wearing only his boxers, and so were the two boys from the club (they introduced themselves as Matt and Tommy - Matt's the one who had just fucked me), also in their boxers. Rob was walking around taking pictures of everyone in his jeans, but had left his shirt poolside.

There were two young women in the hot tub, too. They were in their bras and panties and sexy as fuck. Ilse was blonde, athletic, and tall, and Ella was a slim and buxom redhead. Ella's black lace bra pushed her breasts together, making mind-blowing cleavage, and Ilse's smaller tits were lifted together by a red and black half-cup that only barely concealed her nipples.

They gave me a round of applause when I came in. Ilse told me that I had done the sexiest thing she'd ever seen and that she wished she was a brave as me.

I turned beet red and went silent.

Ilse and Ella had apparently been chatting Mark up while I flirted with Matt and Tommy; when the boys left the club, they'd invited the girls to join them to keep the party going, and here we all were. Tommy passed me the bottle of tequila they'd started in on and I sat at the edge of the hot tub, putting my feet in but leaving my towel on - I was suddenly bashful about my nakedness in this group of people.

Before I came down, they'd been playing a game, and the game continued as I took a swig from the tequila bottle and passed it on. They'd found a beach ball and were tossing it around. Whenever it came to you, you had to either tell an embarrassing sexual story from your past or do something sexual to someone in the tub.

Tommy caught the ball next. He asked Ella if he could make out with her, and when she nodded, he waded over to her, his wet boxers tenting and showing the outline of his manhood. He leaned in for a kiss and Ella pulled him closer with an arm around his neck. Her other hand found his cock and gently rubbed it. Tommy's hands rubbed her breasts.

"Enough, you two," Ilse interrupted. Frustrated, Tommy sat back down and threw the ball at Ilse.

"Tell us about that time in the shower," Ella suggested. Ilse blushed, and the boys knew they wanted to hear that story.

"Ok, ok," Ilse started. "It was the end of sophomore year and one of those Saturdays when you're drunk by 2pm. I guess I decided that I needed a shower after the boozy brunch, and so I stumbled my drunk ass into the dorm bathroom on my way back to my room from brunch. I don't remember much about how it happened, but I apparently stripped my clothes off in the middle of the bathroom floor before going into a shower stall that was already on.

"And it turned out that I was not only walking into someone else's shower, but also I was on the wrong floor and had walked into a men's room! So there I was, naked in the shower with a strange man, drunk off my ass. He'd been jerking it in the shower before I interrupted, so he had his hand on his rock-hard cock and just stood, looking at me in surprise.

"I guess it had been a while for me or maybe it was just that I get horny when I drink, but I got on my knees and took that hard cock in my mouth, just sucking it like a pro."

"That's not all you did," Ella interrupted.

"Ok, jeez. I also let him fuck me. And then he put his towel on and left, leaving the shower curtain and the stall door open. I fucked the next guy to come past, too, but he at least let me take his towel, which I wrapped around myself and then somehow made my way home.

"I left my clothes on the floor of the men's room, though, and by the time they made their way back to me a week later, the whole dorm knew about my exploits."

Ilse threw the ball at Ella. "Tell them about freshman orientation."

"No way," Ella said, and waded over to Matt. She looked in his eyes for a moment and then reached for the hole in his boxers, bringing out his hardening cock. She ducked her head underwater and took his cock in her mouth, and then came up for air. She repeated the performance a handful of times, but was clearly tired of coming up for air.

Red with exertion, Ella straddled Matt and rubbed her panty-covered pussy on his exposed member, leaning in for a kiss. We all watched as she bounced on his lap, the two of them starting to moan with anticipation.

"Enough," said Tommy, clearly jealous of the attention.

Ella threw the ball at Mark and turned around, but didn't leave Matt's lap.

Mark waded over to me, kissed me hard, and then pulled off his boxers, exposing his lovely cock at half mast. He kissed me again and whispered to me: "Why don't you join us?"

Mark left my side and returned to the other side of the hot tub, leaving me with his boxers, which I set on the side of the tub. He threw the ball at me.

I caught the ball and took a deep breath. Here goes, I thought, and opened my towel up, exposing my nakedness to the group. I slid, naked, into the hot tub, concealing my pussy, and waded to Tommy. I kissed him gently on the lips and then sat in his lap.

Tommy was already turned on. When I sat on his lap, I pressed his hard cock - still in his boxers - between my back and his stomach and felt it twitch. It must have been eight or nine inches long - and wide! As I leaned into Tommy, his hands moved to my hips. And then he ran them up my sides to cup my naked breasts. I shivered and cooed as he pinched my nipples. I ground my ass into his boxer-clad cock, teasing him with how close my pussy was to his cock.

I threw the ball to Ilse as I continued to tease Tommy and he continued to paw at my exposed tits.

At that point, Ilse and Mark were the only ones of our group sitting by themselves. I was on Tommy's lap, grinding my naked pussy into his boxer-covered cock; and Ella was on Matt's lap, having exposed his cock through the fly in his boxers but still wearing her bra and panties.