Chapter 65

12:15 a.m. Sunday

"Oh, good, you waited," Regan said as she and Andy entered the suite. The rest of the group sat around, still dressed in their tuxedos and gowns – or mostly dressed in them. Joy had removed her bra and pushed her neckline down until the tops of her breasts were visible.

"It was your idea," Elizabeth answered. "We didn't want to start without you."

"What was her idea?" Paul wondered.

"You'll see in a few minutes," Elizabeth told him. "Right now, I'm just happy to have my feet out of those heels!"

"You get used to them," Joy said. "What sucks is when you get to a club and there's no place to sit. The clubs don't play slow songs like they did tonight. You wind up being on your feet for three or four hours straight."

"I'm sure you spend part of the time on your knees," Regan joked.

"And the rest of the night on your back," Ruth joined in. Joy used both hands to give her friends the finger but laughed along with the rest of the room.

"At least no one has ever peed on me!" Joy said, smiling and shaking her head.

"That you know of," Elizabeth added.

"True," Joy agreed. "But hey, picts or it didn't happen!"

The three guys in the room exchanged incredulous looks.

"You know, it's not funny," Paul pointed out. "That girl, no matter what we think of her or what she might have agreed to, she didn't consent for things to go as far as they did."

"That's bull," Elizabeth countered. "Look, Abby Barnes knew what she was getting into. Anyone with a brain would know that as soon as she walked into that room, she was consenting to whatever happened."

"That why a lot of women look at all males like we're a sub-species of humanity," Chris said. "I agree that the consequences were foreseeable but I've seen the way women look at guys – well, like me. That's because of how we act."

"No!" Joy said. "It's because of how guys like tonight act."

"We all get painted with the same brush," Andy said with a shrug.

Joy looked at the trio of guys for a moment. Then she stood and pushed her dress down until it pooled at her feet. She stood nude except for her high heels in front of them for a moment and then turned around to display her backside. She bent at the waist to stick her butt out briefly before sitting down on a vacant chair.

"I'm perfectly safe and I know it," she said. "I don't want any of your touching me. OK?"

Andy glanced at Regan but her eyes were on Joy.

"OK?" Joy asked again.

"Well, yeah," Paul replied for the three guys. Joy parted her knees and ran a finger through her spread pussy, stopping at the top to circle her clit.

"What are you doing?" Andy asked.

"She's playing with her pussy," Regan answered. "Duh!"

Regan had been slightly nonplussed when Joy dropped her clothing. It took her a second to understand what was transpiring.

"I can sit here and masturbate to orgasm," Joy said as her fingered dipped into her opening to collect some juices to aid in her visual demonstration. "And you three would never touch me because I've asked you not to."

"Well, our girlfriends are in the room," Paul said. "I mean, that makes a big difference – at least to me."

Elizabeth offered a shrug.

"Let's go get the clothing sorted," she said. "Ruth, wanna join us?"

"Sure," Ruth said, standing.

"You guys have our permission to do anything you want to Joy," Regan said. "No recriminations from us. I promise."

"And no criminal charges from me," Joy added. She found it slightly perverse to be masturbating in front of three guys.

"OK, we get your point," Andy said.

"No, I don't think you do," Elizabeth told him. "Like Regan said ... for the next hour, Joy is the personal plaything of you three guys. Stick it up her butt or stick it in her ear if you want. Tie her up and beat her with your belts. Nothing is off limits for the next hour. We'll be back then."

Andy and Paul exchanged disbelieving looks before turning back to Joy when she groaned slightly.

"I don't want you to touch me," she said again. This time she took the hand that wasn't dancing between her legs and used it to pinch one of her nipples. At the same instant, she plunged two fingers into her opening and let out another moan.

"This is insane," Chris said. "What is she trying to prove?"

Joy extracted her fingers from her opening and gave them a salacious lick before putting them back to where they were. She picked up her tempo when her hand left her nipple and started to circle her clit. She stopped her motions abruptly as she'd started them.

"I know you only through Regan and Elizabeth," Joy said. "We've spent, perhaps, 24 hours around each other in our entire lives. But I know that I can do anything I want and you'll never cross a boundary that I've set. I'm safe – not because your girlfriends are nearby. It's not because you find me unattractive or what I'm doing disgusting. I see the way you're trying to hide the tents in your pants. I knew before I ever took my dress off that you three would do exactly as you've done. The women who don't recognize the value in guys like you three aren't worth pursuing anyway.

"Elizabeth could be midway through a blowjob and tell Paul she wanted to go to sleep. He'd be unhappy, sure, but he wouldn't stick it in her while she slept. As much as Chris has been looking forward to tonight – I hope – if Ruth or I said we were just going to cuddle, we'd just cuddle. If Regan decides she wants to wait for her wedding night to lose her virginity, Andy will make sure that she does."

"Abby could have locked herself into a room with the three of you – agreed to anything in the world – and you never would have taken advantage of her," Elizabeth said, re-emerging from the bedroom far before the allotted hour was up.

"Abby's mistake was picking the guys she did," Regan told the group. "If she was looking for a gangbang, there were nice guys there who would have accommodated her. She's no different than Leslie in that regard. Abby's self-esteem took a major hit – and she saw people that she thought respected her laughing at her when Chris came in with Ruth and Joy. She decided to get it back by stealing someone else's boyfriend – preferably a guy that was popular. Elizabeth told me about that guy's reputation. Abby knew she was putting herself in danger."

"She didn't know they were on steroids," Andy pointed out. "That's what everyone is forgetting. Brian is a dick pretty much all the time but I don't think he'd have attacked her if he wasn't juicing."

"She was also stoned," Regan said. "That makes a difference."

"Andy, if one of you three handed me a bong, I'd hit it," Joy said. "If you offered me a pill and told me it was X, I'd never think differently. Other guys I don't know well? Not a prayer in heaven. She made the choice to put her trust in three guys she knew weren't trustworthy. It's just hard for me to feel sorry for her."

"Yeah," Ruth admitted. "I mean, I sort of feel bad that she was humiliated because everyone found out but I understand how it happened pretty easily."

"Enough of this stuff," Elizabeth cut in. "It's not the way I want my after-party to go. Why don't we get changed and we'll meet back out here in... 30 minutes. I have a feeling after Joy's show that our guys are going to need a little relief."

"And Joy is, too!" Joy added. "Another couple of minutes longer and I'd have gotten off. But I saw Andy was about to bolt so I stopped."

She gave Andy a wink, leaned over and kissed his cheek, then sauntered out of the room, her swaying butt causing everyone to follow her movement.

"That girl," Regan said with a laugh.

"She's sure going to spice up life at Stanford," Elizabeth agreed.

Regan sat down on the bed to remove her heels, which had straps that wrapped around her ankles. Andy couldn't help but stand transfixed near the closet as Regan's movements unveiled the charms that rested beneath her dress.

Regan was well aware of the view she was offering. Indeed, she'd shifted until her knees pointed directly at her boyfriend before she'd started to remove her shoes. Unlike when Joy had bared her mound a few minutes earlier, Andy made no attempt to hide his arousal this time.

When her feet were free, she crawled onto the bed on her hands and knees as she dug through her overnight bag for her next surprise. Andy kept his eyes on the glistening pink that stuck out beneath the hem of Regan's short, tight dress as she shifted her butt to ensure his attention didn't stray. Only when she was certain that she had him completely distracted did she shift around and stand, pulling her bag to the edge of the bed.

She smiled as, for the third time in half an hour, she pulled her straps aside and her breasts came into view. This time, though, she continued to lower the material until it fell at her feet.

"For the record, I want it noted that at no time did I forbid touching," she said, waggling her eyebrows. "In fact, I would go so far as to say I encourage you touch me anytime and anywhere you'd like."

"Good to know," Andy said, grinning and taking a step toward her. As much as Regan wanted to feel his hands on her skin, she had other plans at that moment.

"Would you mind hanging this up for me first," she asked, using her foot to lift the dress toward Andy. "It's Joy's and I don't want it wrinkled."

"Sure," Andy said, taking the bait. Regan was already going to have to have it dry cleaned because she'd gone without panties and she'd become aroused from dancing close to Andy and feeling the erection her mere proximity produced.

He fiddled with the hanger but finally figured out how to store the garment. His eyes almost popped from his head when he turned around. Regan had used the time to slip into a green silk nightgown that stopped well above her mound. Her neatly trimmed pubic hair and the lips of her pussy were on full display below where the fabric ended and her prominent nipples made dents in the smooth material.

"Wow," Andy stammered.

"You like?" Regan asked innocently.

Andy simply nodded and wondered if he had some sort of fetish about seeing Regan partly dressed.

"I wish I'd brought something better to sleep in than my underwear," he admitted. "I had some shorts and stuff laid out but Mom ran us out of hotel in such a hurry that I forgot to pick them up."

That caused Regan's smile to widen further. It was almost as though Andy had read the script for the play and was doing his part.

"Funny you should mention that," she said. She reached back into her bag and pulled out a pair of silk boxer shorts that matched her nightgown. She set them on the bed but stopped Andy when he reached for them.

"You won't need those for a while," she said. This time, it wasn't Andy that closed the short distance between them. Regan pressed herself against him and pulled him down for a kiss. His hands went to her backside and he caressed and kneaded her butt.

"Let's see about getting you undressed," she proposed. Andy had loosened his tie and the first two buttons on his shirt the moment they had gotten to the car. Now Regan took over the task of popping the studs that closed his finely tailored shirt. "Have I mentioned how handsome you were tonight?"

"Uh, yeah," Andy said, blushing slightly. In truth, she'd mentioned it about a dozen times. "Thanks, you looked amazing in that dress. It's a shame it belongs to Joy."

"Well, that was a little white lie to get you to turn around for a minute," Regan admitted as she pulled off Andy's cuff links and slipped his shirt over his shoulder. She kissed his chest while she worked at this belt. "She's going to let me keep it. In return, I paid for her lingerie set for the evening."

"Oh?" Andy asked absently. Regan's hand had slipped into his boxer briefs the moment she had his zipper down.

"We all got the same set in different colors," Regan told him. "I got green because it looks best on me. Elizabeth's is white; Joy's is blue and Ruth's is red. We bought boxers to match – only Chris' is purple. Blue and red make purple, you know."

Andy chuckled slightly.

"I think tonight, purple is going to make blue and red," he countered.

Regan laughed, too, as she lowered his pants and underwear. She stopped when she realized he was still wearing his shoes and socks.

"I didn't want to risk you stopping," Andy said with grin. In return, Regan slipped her mouth over the head of his dick and gave a loud slurp. "Oh, Jesus."

"Well, Mr. Drayton, why don't you sit on the bed and allow me to finish undressing you," Regan offered as she continued to stroke his erection with her hand. Andy had to take a few hobbling steps but made it. Regan crouched in front of him, her knees parted, with her pussy on garish display.