Lisa was sitting in her college dorm, in front of a mirror, putting on some makeup. She was not very good at it because, up until moving away from home and starting college, she had worn almost no makeup.

That was simply the way things were in her home.

She had spent her childhood in a small town. Well, to be more precise, not even in the town itself but just outside it. She lived on a farm with her parents and two younger brothers.

Her parents were deeply religious, and that set the tone in their home. They were good people and always treated Lisa fairly, but as she grew older, she began to feel that she was missing out on many of the things she heard other young people talking about. She was curious about them.

There were no parties in their house, no alcohol, no loud music, and very few friends visiting.

Lisa never really had anyone she could call a close friend, certainly not a best friend. There were a few girls she got along well with, but that was all.

Now she was in college. It had been about three months since she started, and the change it had brought to her life was enormous. At first, she had been overwhelmed by it all.

Fortunately, there was Rebecca, her new roommate.

Rebecca had made the adjustment so much easier. She was far more experienced with modern life than Lisa and had gladly introduced her to it all.

Rebecca had partied a lot, tried every kind of alcohol there was—or at least that’s what Lisa thought—had had several boyfriends, and definitely far too many one-night stands for Lisa’s liking.

She loved talking about her sexual experiences. It made Lisa a little uncomfortable, but at the same time she was curious because that part of her own life had been, to put it mildly, rather uneventful.

Lisa had only had one boyfriend.

Jacob.

Jacob was a good boy. A decent boy, and Lisa’s parents loved him. He was also very religious, and Lisa had actually been a little surprised that he had agreed to have sex with her before marriage.

Lisa had nothing to compare it to, so she never knew whether the sex they had was good or not. She definitely enjoyed it.

Jacob, however, only wanted to do it in the missionary position. Once, Lisa had suggested maybe trying doggy style, but he refused immediately. He even seemed bothered that she had called it by that name.

That was the last time Lisa ever suggested changing positions.

Shortly before she left for college, they broke up.

Lisa liked Rebecca a lot. She was warm, friendly, and a genuinely good listener. Whenever she thought Lisa needed help, she was always there for her.

Rebecca also loved to talk.

She had a strange habit of discussing completely ordinary things before suddenly asking something deeply personal—or even downright inappropriate.

She could be talking about her nephews, kittens, music, or the weather, and then, completely out of nowhere, ask something like:

“How many men have you had sex with?”

“Do you shave your pussy?”

“Have you been fucked in the ass?”

“Do you like to suck cock after it’s been inside you?”

She asked these questions with a perfectly straight face, as if they were the most natural topics in the world.

The first few times Rebecca did it, Lisa had been completely stunned. By now, though, she was slowly getting used to it.

She still hated those questions because her own experiences were so boring.

She lied about the number of men she had slept with because admitting she had only had one partner felt embarrassing. Instead, she said she had been with four.

She was honest about not shaving her pussy.

After hearing that, Rebecca spent days trying to convince her to shave because, according to her, most men preferred it. She was also absolutely convinced that Lisa would eventually end up sleeping with many different men.

Lisa strongly disagreed with that prediction, but just to end the discussion, she had finally shaved herself about two weeks earlier.

To her surprise...

She actually liked it.

She liked the way it felt.

As for being fucked in the ass, sucking cock, and the many similar questions Rebecca enjoyed asking, Lisa simply refused to answer and always tried to change the subject.

“You’re getting really good at it,” Rebecca said as she suddenly appeared behind Lisa.

“Thanks. I guess practice makes perfect,” Lisa replied with an awkward smile.

“Let me help you a little with your lashes.”

Without waiting for an answer, Rebecca stepped in front of her and began touching up Lisa’s eyelashes.

“I can’t wait for tonight,” Rebecca said.

“If it’s anything like last time, you’re going to have an absolute blast.”

Lisa noticed the mischievous smile spreading across Rebecca’s face.

“Why are you smiling like that?” she asked.

“Is there something you’re not telling me?”

“Smiling like what?” Rebecca replied innocently. “That was a perfectly normal smile.”

“There it is again,” Lisa laughed. “But I guess you’re not going to tell me anyway, so I’ll stop asking.”

She wasn’t really worried.

If Rebecca had some sort of surprise planned, she was sure it came from a good place.

At least she hoped so.

They were planning to go clubbing that night. Before heading to the club, Rebecca had arranged to meet some friends at one of their apartments for drinks, conversation, and to get everyone into the right mood for the evening.

Once they were dressed, they were ready to leave.

Lisa wore a white skirt, a black strapless top, and black open-toe high heels.

She had bought the outfit only that week specifically for going out.

She had never worn a skirt that short before, but Rebecca had convinced her it looked amazing and showed off her long, attractive legs.

The top was another first.

Lisa had never owned a strapless top and kept worrying that her breasts might pop out. Once again, Rebecca had insisted it suited her perfectly and had even joked that hiding breasts that nice should be considered a crime.

Those had been her exact words.

Rebecca wore a black halter-style crop top with a deep V-neckline, light blue low-rise jeans, and brown open-toe sandals.

Both girls wore necklaces.

Lisa had borrowed hers from Rebecca.

She looked at herself in the mirror one last time.

With all the makeup, she looked different, but she liked what she saw.

She had long blonde hair, nice slim waist, a decent butt and large breasts.

Although she still felt slightly uncomfortable in such a short skirt and revealing top, she had to admit it looked rather sexy.

The top showed a little more cleavage than she would normally have liked...

But not too much.

Rebecca was a little taller than Lisa. She had short dark hair, smaller breasts, long, attractive legs, and a beautiful face.

“Remind me again, where exactly are we going?” Lisa asked as they stepped out of their dorm room.

“First, we’re going to Carla and Mitch’s place. We’ll have a few drinks there, and once everyone’s in the party mood, we’ll head to a nightclub,” Rebecca answered.

“And who exactly are Carla and Mitch?”

“Carla and I go to the gym together. Mitch is her boyfriend. They’re a really nice couple. Super friendly and open-minded.”

“What do you mean by open-minded?”

“You’ll see ... hopefully,” Rebecca replied with that cunning smile again.

“I’m not exactly comfortable when you keep smiling like that,” Lisa said, half joking.

“Relax, sweetheart. I would never make you do anything you wouldn’t like,” Rebecca answered with a much warmer smile this time.

That smile calmed Lisa down.

“By the way ... you look incredibly hot tonight. Tasty, even. I wouldn’t mind taking a bite out of you.”

Just like that, the sly smile returned.

“Stop it. That didn’t sound okay,” Lisa complained, pretending to be offended.

“But ... Thank you for the compliment.”

Rebecca burst into laughter when she saw Lisa’s expression.

A second later, Lisa started laughing too.

After a short walk, they arrived in front of a three-story apartment building.

Rebecca entered a few numbers on the intercom.

A moment later, a cheerful female voice came through the speaker.

“Yes?”

“It’s me, Rebecca.”

“Oh, nice! Come on up.”

The entrance door buzzed open.

They walked to the third floor.

The apartment door was already open, and a young woman stood there with a wide smile. Lisa assumed she was Carla.

“Hi, Rebecca! It’s so nice to see you. Look at you, all dressed up and ready for trouble,” Carla said before laughing. She had a pleasant, feminine laugh.

Rebecca hugged her.

Carla was about the same height as Lisa. She had curly hair, a nicely toned body, and it was obvious that she worked out regularly without being overly muscular. She was pretty.

“And who is this hot piece of ass you’ve brought with you?” Carla joked as she slowly looked Lisa up and down.

Lisa immediately blushed.

“Don’t mind her, Lisa,” Rebecca said. “She’s already started drinking, it seems.”

“As a matter of fact, I have,” Carla admitted with a grin. “But only a little.”

Then she looked at Lisa again.

“I’m not kidding, though. You look absolutely stunning. Would you turn around so I can get a better look at you?”

Lisa felt awkward.

Carla seemed friendly, but she was a little overwhelming.

Fortunately, Rebecca came to her rescue.

“Leave her alone, Carla. She’s barely arrived and you’re already asking her to put on a show. You’re impossible.”

“I’m sorry, honey. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

Carla stepped forward and gave Lisa a warm hug.

They went inside.

Carla led them into the living room, where a man was sitting comfortably on the couch.

“This is Mitch, my boyfriend,” Carla said.

“And this is Lisa. You already know Rebecca, of course.”

Mitch stood up, gave Rebecca a brief hug and a kiss on the cheek, then greeted Lisa the same way.

“You both look absolutely lovely tonight,” he said.

“Thank you. It’s nice to meet you, Mitch,” Lisa replied with a smile.

Mitch seemed nice.

He wasn’t particularly tall, maybe just a little taller than Rebecca. He had almost black hair, tanned skin, and judging by the way his fitted shirt stretched across his chest and arms, he clearly spent time in the gym.

“And this is Peter,” Mitch added.

Only then did Lisa notice another man standing in the open kitchen, mixing drinks.

He was tall and handsome.

Not as muscular as Mitch, but fit enough to obviously take care of himself. His hair was light blond.

He smiled at the girls before walking over with two cocktails.

“I hope you girls like Sex on the Beach.”

Lisa blushed and looked awkwardly at Rebecca.

“Relax, silly,” Rebecca laughed. “He’s talking about the cocktails.”

Everyone burst into laughter.

Lisa felt a little foolish, but it quickly became obvious that everyone was laughing at the joke, not at her.

She relaxed and laughed with them.

“Of course I meant the cocktails,” Peter said, handing each of them a glass.

Lisa thanked him with a smile.

“But for the record,” Rebecca added once the laughter died down, “I do like sex on the beach ... and I also like this cocktail.”

Everyone laughed again.

This time Lisa joined in immediately.

Before coming, Lisa had wondered whether she had made the right decision.

So far...

It definitely felt like she had.