Feeling It Amanda was horny. Horny enough to wish she hadn't dumped Chad. Almost. The recent high school graduate had really wanted to go to the frat formal Chad had claimed he'd been invited to -- so much so that she was balancing her cell phone in the palm of her hand; torn between her pride and her lust. Pride was quickly losing. Her musings were abruptly halted when the phone went off in her hand and Stacy's picture (hair wet, with a goofy grin in a swimsuit at the beach) popped onto the screen. "Hey... You said Chad was gonna take you to the Sigma Pi formal right?" "Yeah. He was," Amanda replied, emphasizing the 'was'. "Well, do ya still wanna go?" "Of course! How?" Stacy excitedly explained: "Well, my brother's roommate at State is in State's chapter of Sigma Pi and the two of them and two other frat brothers are coming into town for the party. So they're meeting up with a couple of girls my brother went to high school with but there's only two so he invited you and me along!" "How old are they?" asked Amanda, her head full of visions of recent college grads with no idea how to spend their six-figures. "They all just finished freshman year," Stacy said, still enthusiastic, "but college is college." "Totally," Amanda agreed. "But what will I wear?" "Don't worry. This is a *frat* formal. Recycling your prom dress is totally cool. We'll come get you at six." "Okay," Amanda agreed warily, thinking of her tight dress of shimmery green and the stain she'd forgotten to remove. "I'll see you then I guess." "Awesome." Stacy's voice left with an abrupt 'click'. *** Amanda had already washed her hair, shaved and lotioned by five, but she was still procrastinating. The hard part of her preparations was still ahead of her. Prom night had been awesome. A perfect last night out with her friends, many of whom left town shortly afterwards and who, with the exception of holiday trips home, were probably gone for good. Things had almost been perfect with Chad too. They'd been fooling around in the same motel as half their school. Chad had Amanda pressed against the wall and they were lost in the deepest kisses of her life. Chad's tongue had entered her mouth first, but Amanda's had pushed back and was now having her way in and out of Chad's. Assisted by some ill-gotten champagne, Chad was even more forward than usual. Instead of the typical fumbling caresses of her ass and tits, he abruptly reached right up under her slinky green dress with both hands and hooked her thong with his thumbs. Yanking it down quickly, the flimsy material tore. Chad's eyes widened with fear of Amanda's anger, but the sound of the panties ripping had let loose a flood of juice from Amanda's pussy like nothing before. She moaned into his mouth and rubbed the green silk of her dress over the hard bulge in his pants. Chad wasted no time. He reached down, unzipped and guided his stiff cock out of his pants. "Did you remember...?" Amanda asked breathily. "Of course!" Chad smiled and looked down, fishing a condom out of his pocket, missing the slightly disappointed look on Amanda's beautifully made up face. He tore open the package and eased the condom onto his achingly hard, 5" cock. Keeping Amanda pinned to the wall he raised her dress slightly so that his cock could slip under. Chad wanted to fuck her in the dress. He'd never seen Amanda, or anyone else, look as sexy as she had tonight and the idea of sliding his cock into her was blowing his mind. Chad bent his knees and Amanda felt the rubbery head of Chad's cock nudging around her flat belly. Chad was a bland 5'10" but Amanda was only 5'2". His cock might as well be a mile from her slick thighs and dripping pussy. This wasn't going to work! "Get me the footstool, doofus," Amanda giggled. Quickly complying, Amanda was more than half a foot higher in the air when Chad leaned in to kiss her again. This time his cock slipped under her dress with ease. The artificial texture of the condom dragged along Amanda's thighs, felt rough at first before picking up enough of her moisture to slide around. Amanda could only wonder how horrible an unlubricated condom must be! "God you look beautiful tonight. Absolutely amazing." Amanda's tummy fluttered and she paused to smile before spreading her thighs as wildly as she could while keeping her balance. Chad suddenly felt the head of his cock catch inside Amanda's shaven pussy lips. He stopped for a second. Then, looking her deep in her eyes, he pushed her tongue out of his mouth and into hers as he pushed up and into her tight, sucking pussy. Amanda moaned with pleasure. Chad and Amanda slowly yet frantically rocked together until Chad's cock was completely encased in her pussy. Amanda smiled again as Chad started to back out, then plunge back in. He repeated again and again, slowly building speed. She had an idea. Moaning loudly (and only half faking) she started to ride Chad the best she could. As his eyes got more and more distant, she spoke when she sensed the time was right: "Sweetie? Take off the condom." She felt so fucking dirty. It was unbelievable. "What?!" Chad's cock abruptly stopped sliding within her, which Amanda regretted. In her most seductive voice she said, "We always use condoms. And I've only ever been with you." Not quite true, she thought. "So I've never felt bare skin in me." Which was completely true. "But... babies?" Chad was nearly incoherent as he slowly started half-heartedly fucking her again. The resumed sensation in her pussy gave her the extra resolve she needed. Amanda felt so sexy and mature trying to get her own way. "I finished my period yesterday. Plus I'm standing. I'll be fine. Do it please!" As she spoke, Chad resumed fucking her in earnest. More excited than ever. "Uh... okay." Chad gave her a few more quick pumps before sliding out. Amanda reached down and started working the sticky condom off Chad's short cock. She relished the touch of his bare skin. Too much. As she guided Chad's cock back to her gaping pussy she continued jacking him and he abruptly exploded. Globs of cum hit her thighs, the wall, and worst of all her beautiful dress that cost far more than she'd admitted to her mom. "Oh god! I'm so sorry but that was so good baby." Now Amanda was angry. *** Twenty minutes had passed. It was now 5:20 and Amanda's reminiscing had accomplished nothing except getting her worked up -- in more ways than one. Her hand was inside her yellow panties, diddling her pussy and smearing her thin, sticky cream all over. She even was wetter than usual, which was saying something. Of course! Amanda realized she was at her most fertile for the next few days. That made her feel sexy. Looking at herself in the mirror she smiled at the girl before her. Amanda was clad only in the yellow thong, her blown-dry red hair cascading to her shoulders and her A-cup breasts, the same clear, cream of the rest of her skin, were capped with engorged nipples like miniature strawberries. This was as good as she looked, she thought and frowned. Her tits were too small and even though she weighed only 95 pounds she felt her belly still had too much curvature despite the rest of her being too skinny. A more impartial observer would have disagreed vehemently before trying to fuck her, but Amanda was alone and feeling critical. She would have to get another pair of panties before going out too! Or would she? Her mood brightened as she again felt sexy. They were a mess, but it turned her on to be wearing her juices. Finally resigning herself to googling "cum stain removal" she found what she needed. Again in more ways than one, though there wasn't enough time for that... Believe it or not, the set up stain lifted away, not even leaving the dress visibly wet. When the limo (Amanda was thrilled!) showed up at 6:25 she was ready to go. A stunning repeat of her prom self, though without the hassle of a day of hair and make-up appointments. Proms are such a racket, Amanda thought as she stepped into the car. *** The limo was awesome. Ever-changing, multicolored lights ran around the roof, illuminating the plush red interior with an exotic haze. Amanda made the eighth passenger, however, and despite the seemingly huge exterior things were quite cozy. She settled down next to Stacy, who was dressed in a forest green, sequined dress that ran down to her knees, but had a slit all the way back up to her thigh. She looked great. Across from her were two girls, one a tall, tanned blonde who was a bit chunky, with thick thighs and ample breasts spilling from her short dark dress, and the other an equally tall girl with dark, brownish-purple skin and the skinniest ankles Amanda had ever seen. She was amazed that they didn't snap when she walked. Maybe she just lived in the limo... At the other end of the limo was Stacy's brother, Alan, who had apparently decided that he looked good with a beard since Amanda had last seen him. She presumed that Alan's roommate was the one laughing next to him in the sharp blue suit because across from him and next to Amanda were two guys that had to be the two frat boys from out of town. Technically, they weren't dressed exactly alike, but both wore light blue shirts, dark dress jackets, red ties, brown shoes, no socks and jeans. Jeans, for a formal! Albeit nice, mall jeans (probably from the same store) they just weren't appropriate. But they were nice and tight. Amanda decided the lost a lot of points for originality but made some back for cuteness. Amanda quickly found out that the dynamic duo were named Bryon and Tim. They actually seemed pretty cool. As they chatted about parties and TV, Bryon's leg pressed warmly against Amanda's outer thigh. The roughness of his jeans felt wonderful against her freshly shaven skin. The limo had a mini bar (locked) but Alan had brought along a bottle of bourbon. Breaking out crystal tumblers, Alan gave everyone a generous half-inch of the amber liquid. Stacy and Amanda looked at each other, giggled, and gulped down the liquor. Mostly. Amanda sputtered as the whiskey burned down her throat, infusing her with what she thought was the flavor of charcoal. This was not the drink for her. On the other hand Allison, the curvy blonde who was actually pretty cute, took to the whiskey like a fish to water. Allison quickly downed hers and handed the tumbler back to Alan for a refill. She and the boys started to make quick work of the bottle while Stacy, Nicole (the fourth girl) and Amanda made small talk. Nicole was Allison's roommate. They'd been volleyball players together in high school and now they were both working at the mall for the summer. Nicole was wearing a gorgeous fox stole - presumably fake. Did that make it faux fox, Amanda wondered? Beneath it she was wearing a beautiful cream dress that rested high on her brown legs - it was a good thing she had them crossed. Allison on the other hand was not just laughing hard with the boys, but splaying her legs wide. Lost at first in her conversation with Stacy and Nicole, Amanda slowly realized that she could see straight up Allison's black dress to her white satin-covered crotch. Amanda coughed to get Allison's attention. To her surprise, when Allison looked back to her she winked! Returning her focus to the boys, Allison scooted around in the seat exposing a bit more of her plump thighs and illuminating her crotch enough that Amanda could make out the dark crease of her pussy. Amanda was not going to be outdone. It would be weird to open herself to Stacy's brother, but she'd crushed on him once upon a time so it was exciting too. Amanda shimmied her ass on the seat, relishing the velvety upholstery, until her short dress was sufficiently moved. Then, glass in hand, she reached over to Alan and gestured for some more of the wretchedly strong bourbon. Alan smiled at her as he poured more into her tumbler, then did the quick glance at her legs she was counting on. In the span of a second Alan looked back to her crotch, took in her white thighs and yellow panties, looked up again to meet Amanda's eyes and, recognizing something in them that Amanda herself hadn't realized was there, grinned and looked back down. Amanda could feel her pussy warm beneath his stare. She couldn't believe the reaction she was getting from him. Then, disconcertingly, Alan continued joking and laughing with his friends though he never seemed to move his eyes from her panties. Amanda recalled how wet they had been earlier and wondered if he could tell. Given a long enough car ride, she might leak enough for a fresh damp spot to be visible. In fact, Amanda thought, her pussy had been so slick all day that her juices might already have soaked through the flimsy, yellow material. Amanda relished the feel of the air on her crotch and her skin on Bryon's leg as she squirmed. She was sure Bryan had noticed because, though his gaze remained on Allison's significantly less sexy satin panties (if only he knew what he was missing!), his whole body stiffened each time she shifted her smooth legs against him. His reaction was also reassuring. Amanda was feeling very sexy indeed. In the midst of all of this Amanda suddenly realized that Nicole was looking at her too! But she didn't have the furtive, little-boy moves that Alan displayed. Instead, Nicole was gazing intently at Amanda's ever moistening panty-covered pussy. When Amanda finally caught her eye, Nicole simply smiled a smile that looked more hungry than amused. As the limo stopped in front of a restaurant Amanda thought, this was going to be an interesting night. The restaurant was an up-scale Thai place with colorful lighting and unusual, seemingly home-made furniture that was finished with what looked like carpet in a variety of shades. The eight of them were seated at a long table that was just slightly more spacious than the limousine that waited for them outside. Both Bryon and Nicole insinuated themselves next to Amanda so that, despite her best efforts, she ended up seated in the middle of one of the benches. With her bladder, she rarely made it through a meal without a visit to the bathroom. Alan cozied up to Nicole at the far end of Amanda's bench, and the remaining four staggered themselves guy-girl-guy-girl on the opposite bench. Tim, the second jeans-at-a-formal boy, ended up seated directly opposite Amanda and she felt his eyes take in her slight frame, leading her to fuss with her hair and contemplate about how little she filled in the dress. Bryon seemed very interested in a repeat of their leg-to-leg snuggle from the limo ride and, despite there being enough space for everyone to be separate, he immediately had his warm outer thigh pressed against Amanda's. Amanda thought back to her few, surprisingly sensual, Tango lessons. The mini-course at the community college was anchored in her memory by the feel of her inner thigh pressed against the warmth of a well-dressed man's leg. Her instructors had been much older, however, and though they'd had the ultra-thin, hard muscled bodies of dancers, there had never been any chemistry. The slow, but seemingly eager, motion of Bryon's thigh on her bare right leg, however, warmed her deep inside. Bryon is a man who would love the Tango, Amanda thought, and she just might like to be the one to teach him a thing a or two. Ordering was quick and despite the relatively elegant dining conditions the conversation turned to bawdy jokes. Appetizers consisting of chicken in what Amanda recognized as peanut sauce and some sort of light crab cake were served just as Alan was in the middle of describing a mouse fucking an elephant to the flushed laughter of everyone but Stacy, who was just flushed with embarrassment. Seemingly everyone was hungry, as the food disappeared and hands became sticky with the spicy sauces. Not quite suavely, Bryon brushed his hand on Amanda's as she reached for a second piece of chicken. The touch was nice, but he was beginning to be a little too grade-schoolish for Amanda. Thoughts of men acting like little boys were swept from her head when she suddenly felt a sticky hand on her left leg. Amanda jumped as the hand first firmly squeezed her smooth flesh then relaxed to rest on her inner thigh. It was Nicole! She didn't know what to do and simply tensed and remained rigidly still as Nicole's saucy fingers began tracing curlicues. Saucy indeed, Amanda thought. She held her tongue, not want to embarrassingly reveal what was going on. In fact, she was beginning to like it. Somewhat mortified with herself, she stared straight ahead as Nicole's hand worked closer to her moist pussy. Tim began to tell an embarrassing story about Bryon over his objections, presumably worried about what Amanda would think. He did not need to worry, since Amanda was a world away as Nicole's finger nudged further between her legs. Amanda was relieved to realize that Nicole couldn't keep her hand under the table forever -- their entrees had to be coming soon. With an unthinking sense of urgency she didn't consciously understand,, Amanda opened her thighs to Nicole's prodding, her pussy tingling as she did. Nicole seized the opportunity and quickly made contact with her panty-clad lips. Now it was Nicole's turn to jump as she felt the sloppy warmness of Amanda's over-lubricated pussy for the first time. The taller girl felt herself begin to warm as she nervously realized the extent of what she took to be Amanda's excitement. She slowly dragged a finger up Amanda's crevice, causing the again-rigid girl's eyes to roll upward in pleasure. Furthering her predicament, Bryon interpreted the extra pressure of Amanda's spread legs as a come on, and slid his own hand under to the table to let it rest gently on top Amanda's right knee. Oblivious to Nicole's far lewder manipulations inches from his fingers, he thought he was being roguishly forward. Though stimulated like never before in her life, Amanda was terrified. She was no slut and this was supposed to be a perfectly normal night out. She'd hoped maybe to hook-up with someone, but after the dance and in private. Somehow two near-strangers were instead simultaneously feeling her up. She both wanted to scream and moan. Turning to look at her and smile, Bryon gently squeezed Amanda's knee. At the same time Nicole wormed a finger under the matted fabric of Amanda's thong and onto the slick lips of her hairless pussy. Nicole wondered if she could actually make Amanda cum at the table. She was surprised at how receptive the diminutive redhead seemed and eagerly hooked her finger into the heat of Amanda's vagina. Dilating her cunt slightly, she pushed inward, exploring her most intimate place. Amanda had never, ever been touched by a woman like this. Sure, she'd fooled around with her girlfriends. Even frenched and rubbed tits on occasion. But that had been for play and, as much as she hated to admit it in this public restaurant, this felt like sex. She stared off into space, her eyes telling a tale of inner conflict, as Nicole started a slow finger-fuck rhythm in and out of Amanda. She was becoming hornier by the second even though she felt completely powerless and used. Relief washed over Amanda as the waiter returned with their food, setting platters of rice and broad bowls of various dishes in front of them. When Amanda's Pad Thai was placed in front of her Nicole slipped her finger from Amanda's pliable opening and brought her hand above the table. With wide eyes Amanda watched Nicole place her index finger in her mouth and suck it clean. Not needing his left-hand right away, Bryon was slower in withdrawing from Amanda's knee. He lightly traced her skin, tickling more than exciting her despite her oversexed state. Lacking the boldness to move his hand further up her thighs to where he might have discovered her slickness for himself, Bryon pulled his hand away and placed it on the table. Amanda chest heaved with relief. The rest of the dinner was a blur, albeit a delicious one. She made it through dinner without a bathroom break for fear of being alone with Nicole where her horniness and curiosity might overwhelm her. The quick ride from the restaurant to the convention center was uneventful. Amanda managed to secure a seat next to Tim and away from the slightly hurt looking Nicole and the clueless Bryon, who seemed happy to shimmy up to the now very drunk Allison. Tim made small talk and before she knew it Amanda found herself flirting with him in an easy give and take. He actually had a surprising bit of personality and wit. She supposed the jeans had set the bar pretty low. As they rolled up, the Amanda saw that the convention center looked better suited to bingo night and trade shows than rowdy "formal" dances. Amanda wondered what lies the frat had told to arrange their summer vacation tryst. Feeling glamorous, Amanda emerged in turn from the car and was slightly disappointed that there was no crowd of reporters to take note of her arrival. While the boys haggled with each other over the tip for the chauffeur, she took in the heavy sounds of the dance music, still capable of rumbling her belly even outside, as well as the lighter sounds of laughter and conversation from the various couples and groups streaming in the doors. As they walked in Tim began collecting the group's jackets, coats and wraps, which, while merely impractical if nice-looking outside, were severe liabilities in the hot-house of the thumping convention center. Having enjoyed her trip with Tim, Amanda took several articles of clothing from him before he became overloaded. *** "Thanks for 'helping' me with the coats," Tim said, grinning, as he dumped his armful unceremoniously onto a table that was already heaping with outdoor clothing. "You're welcome," Amanda smiled as she dropped her own, smaller burden next to Tim's. "I don't know if I really needed help. But I think you do." Tim was grinning, nearly leering, now. "What?" Amanda looked at him warily, no longer smiling. Tim backed off a few steps. "I'm not trying to be weird. But, well... your eyes... And you're smell. I don't know about everyone else, but I can smell sex on you." Amanda blushed furiously, her cheeks matching her hair. She remembered how tight her cold, wet panties had hugged her pussy all evening. When she remembered choosing not to change them after fingering herself before going out, she smiled again. Fresh, warm juices began to blend with the old. Still blushing, she asked "What of it?" "Do you want to?" "Yeah." Amanda closed the distance between them and leaned up, kissing his lips hungrily. Jackpot, Tim thought! This girl is awesome. He reached down and grasped her ass firmly, relishing the supple flesh beneath the warm silk. Amanda moaned into his mouth, not believe how lucky she was, herself. This is just what she needed. She pushed her tits into him, feeling her nipples harden against him. Wasting no time, Tim lifted Amanda up off her feet, making her pussy flood as his strong arms placed her on the edge of one of the clearest tables. Kissing her all the while, he scooped a hand down the front of her dress, cupping Amanda's left tit. "Careful with the dress..." Amanda said absent-mindedly. Tim reached up and pulled both straps down her smooth shoulders. Amanda shimmied as he rolled the dress downward. Tim leaned in to suck a hard nipple into his mouth, making Amanda shriek with pleasure. And that's when someone else barged into the room, with his own mound of jackets. "Shit!" Tim took the jackets from the grinning gawker and ushered him out of the room. Locking the door, he looked back at Amanda. She was blushing from her face to her navel. The red color nearly matched her hair. Even her small, heaving breasts were flecked with pink down the center of her chest. Not only was she hot, she was in heat. Returning, Tim kissed her as he began to try to release his dick from his pants. Succeeding, he thought of the condoms he kept in his wallet. "I, uh, don't have any..." "It's okay!" Amanda interrupted, smiling brightly. "Just keep me upright and pull out before you do it!" Jackpot, she thought. Grinning to himself now, Tim smiled as his hands eased up her thin thighs. Thank God for naive eighteen-year-olds and Conservative sex-ed, he thought. When his hands reached her soaking panties, Tim nearly came. He'd never felt a girl that was this wet before. Her thighs were slick and he could feel that the thin material was molded to her skin from her swollen lips past her asshole and deep into her crack. Amanda lifted her ass and he barely realized what she wanted in time to pull them off. Gazing at his bare 6" cock, Amanda was beside herself. She needed to get its hardness inside her soon. "Please," she asked, "fuck me." Not waiting to be asked a second time, Tim pulled her to the edge of the table and guided his dick with his hand to her smooth- shaven lips. The skin of her pussy was ever so slightly darker than the rest of her and its lips were beginning to gape open. Collecting a bit of her cream on the head of his cock, he pressed against her and slipped all the way in before he even realized he'd found her cunt. Amanda moaned. His cock was so warm! She'd never imagined it would feel so slippery and good. She smiled to herself and blurted "I've never had it without a condom before!" She blushed again, realizing what a loser that made her sound like. For a second time, Tim almost came without really getting to fuck her. Maintaining the last of his self-control, he eased his dick most of the way out of her, then pushed back inwards. "Be careful," she gasped, "I think I'm so wet 'cause I'm fertile." This time he did lose it. All he could say was "Ugh" as he began spasming blast after blast of hot, sticky cum into her unprotected depths. Realizing what was happening in her fertile, ovulating pussy, Amanda's first reaction should have been panic. Instead she started to cum harder than ever before in her life. Her pussy walls pumped Tim's cock erratically as her cervix dilated, sucking in his dangerous cum. Trying to make up for long-lost time Tim started sliding his pulsing dick in and out of her as his orgasm wore down. The squelching of Amanda's pussy was exquisite and, looking down, he could see the white froth of his sperm-laden semen begin to creep out around the base of his shaft. Before long Tim's dick became too sensitive and he stopped thrusting and wrapped his arms tightly around her. "Aw, fuck," she said finally. Gasping for air. "Yeah," Tim replied. As his sperm raced up her slimy cuntal walls, Amanda's pussy continued to grasp Tim's cock like an infant would her father's finger. Realizing what he may have done, Tim became tender, nuzzling her neck briefly before the door started to rattle. Soon, they wouldn't be alone. He pulled out of her with one gooey plop. For the first, but definitely not the last time in her life, Amanda felt the warm trickle of potent cum easing from her (currently not-so- but usually) tight pussy. It felt good. It felt natural. It felt like a huge mess. She grabbed her already sticky panties off the table and dabbed at her gaping lips. Having collected most of the cum, her bare pussy again looked fresh but also freshly fucked. She felt so warm inside, but dread was starting to fill her too. Still, she pecked Tim on the cheek and said "Thanks! This is for you," as she placed her slimy, wadded-up panties in the palm of his hand. Tim had already stowed his cock and smiled as he placed the thong in his pocket. He'll remember this for a long time. Tim gently tugged the material of her dress up over her breasts and saw to it that Amanda's dress was straightened. He thought it was unbelievable how unchanged she looked now - the only evidence of their activity were the softening points of her nipples. He helped her off the table and they walked to the door. "It's time to dance." *** Amanda had two problems. She didn't feel that either should be stopping her from having the time of her life, but they were. She danced with Tim, then Bryon, who'd been dancing with Stacy, then Stacy herself, then some guy in pleather pants and all she could think about was how dumb she'd been. She hated herself. She was really worried. The cum had seemed so sexy at the time but now it seemed like the end of her life. If she was pregnant now she didn't know what she would do. She wanted to still be a kid. All the while it felt like her pussy dripped and dribbled Tim's cum. Still anxiously avoiding Nicole, Amanda had not yet managed to sneak off to a more remote bathroom and thoroughly clean the spermy residue from her lips. Even worse, the cum was still sexy. Knowing it was within her made Amanda feel older and desirable. She could give men babies. She just didn't want to yet... As she danced and hopped around the dance hall her bare pussy continued to occasionally pulse new globs of Tim's cum. Without any undies to catch it, Amanda could feel the fluid leaking past her lips and onto her thighs. Trying to clamp her pussy muscles only made things worse, propelling even more cum out of her. She thought some may have even plopped onto the floor beneath her! Between the pounding music and the thronging dancers, everything was more than overwhelming. Amanda contemplated heading to the bathroom, but she didn't know if it was to cry or to finger herself. Or both. She could feel that her own juices had joined Tim's on her pussy lips, cooling as the air swished beneath her short dress and across her pantiless crotch. How she could be turned on and depressed at the same time, she did not know. Through one of the momentary windows created by the collective rhythm of the dancing crowd, Amanda glimpsed a welcome sight. It was Chad! Though nothing had changed in how she felt about him, he looked happy and normal and... good. Seemingly he was trying to land on his feet after the breakup and was on the prowl for a new lady. Amanda thought to herself that we'll see if an old lady might not suffice tonight, and giggled at the thought of her being an old lady. She worked her meandering way through the crowd, steadily getting closer to Chad. When she was not too far he saw her and, to her great relief, smiled and looked very happy to see her fighting her way to him. She smiled weakly at him, letting through enough of her current state that when he got close to her he swept her up in a welcome, if uninvited hug. "Hey... what's wrong?" "I've had a rough night," Amanda replied. "Can I hang out with you some?" "Of course!" Chad said, relishing the feel of her and the dress that brought back so many good memories. "You look great." Amanda smiled and snuggled into him. It felt so familiar and comforting. She knew she didn't want to get back together but she also knew that right now she needed him. Separating herself from him she began to dance, more happily and freely than she had all evening. As the tempo increased some of the girls began to move exaggeratedly, intentionally providing flashes of their panties or bare ass-cheeks exposed by thongs. Enjoying herself, Amanda was tempted to spin and flash her ass to Chad but she refrained when she realized he might also take in her wet pussy in which Tim's milk-white cum might still be visible. When the stretch of fast dances yielded to the inevitable slow dance, Amanda was having a great time and enjoyed being held close by Chad. All around them couples began to sway and not- so-discreetly make out. As Amanda relaxed and sighed, Chad bent over to try for a kiss. She interrupted him: "I don't want to get back together, Chad." Seeing the hurt in her eyes she quickly added, "But we can still be friends. Good friends." Chad's uncertain eyes widened as she took his hand from the small of her back and placed it beneath her dress on her pantiless ass. She relished his groan and even through the thick material of his pants she felt him begin to harden against her. Again the feeling of urgency in Amanda's pussy took hold of her and she rubbed against Chad's hardening cock and kissed him. As her tongue darted into his mouth, any qualms Chad had about public lewdness gave way and his hand freely roamed Amanda's ass. It may be a formal, but it was a frat formal... Chad inhaled sharply when his fingers slipped into the cleft between Amanda's full, unblemished cheeks and discovered there was no thong covering her most private parts. Given that she couldn't possibly be wearing a bra with the thin dress he realized that Amanda was naked beneath it. He groaned and squeezed her ass hard. "Maybe we should go somewhere?" one of them asked. "Yeah," said the other. They quickly fought their way out of the main hall and found themselves amidst hallways of conference and class rooms. Though many of the doors were seemingly left ajar for the janitorial staff, equally many were closed. As they walked through the halls Amanda though she heard squeals and moans from behind more than one. They found themselves in a small conference room that had a surprisingly large leather couch at one end. Wasting no time, Amanda dragged Chad from the door as soon as he had locked it and pulled him on top of her on the couch. She relished the feel of the cool soft leather as she sank deep into amid a flurry of kisses from Chad. Illuminated only by hall lights filtered through vinyl mini-blinds, the room was dark enough for Amanda to conceal the origin of at least some of the wetness flooding her pussy. Pushing Chad away for a moment, she pulled her dress over her head and placed it gently on the floor. Reclining again on the plump contours of the couch she spread her thin thighs and offered her already gaping pussy to Chad. "Please, fuck me." Chad's mind did backflips while his baser instincts took over, quickly removing his pants and silk boxers. Quickly closing the distance between himself and Amanda his right hand found her left tit as he frenched her passionately. His rock hard cock rested against her leg, already trailing precum. As Amanda continued to moan and make little humping motions he brought his cock to her pussy, feeling for the first time how juicy she was. She was absolutely soaked! She's been wanting a bare cock in there for a while, he thought, and she'll feel extra good tonight! "Do you... do you have a condom?" Amanda asked between gasps. Somehow the allure of unprotected sex had left, though there was no way she was saying "no" in her current state. Unfortunately for Chad he had, in fact, packed several away tonight in the scant hope of meeting, and fucking, a girl to get him past Amanda. Slightly crestfallen, he backed off for a second and fished one from his pants on the floor. Quickly rolling it onto himself, he returned dragged his cock across Amanda's white thighs until his cockhead was against her wet cunt. Chad's condom-encased shaft felt rubbery to Amanda as it opened and pressed into her. Inside she was wet and stretched enough that they could barely feel each other, but even a minimal sexual sensation goes a long way and Chad grunted as the base of his cock was engulfed by her lips. He then began working in and out, unknowingly spreading the remainder of Tim's cum throughout Amanda's pussy in a way that his own never would. As the sloshy fuck sensations coursed through her, Amanda thought to herself: God! If I'm not pregnant, and my life isn't over, I gotta do this unprotected again soon...