It was a typical frat party – a lot of testosterone driven young men, scantily dressed young women, too much booze, not enough light; and loud music... which made talking impossible. The air had the lingering hint of a sickly sweet smell of marihuana being smoked somewhere nearby. There were people dancing off to one side. It was difficult to tell who was part of a couple and who wasn’t. People were just dancing, and looking around within a press of bodies. There were guys drinking massive. I was craving chocolate, something that wasn’t uncommon. Usually, it was the only thing I was craving, but there was something else now too. An orgasm.I was a virgin, but I’d learned the pleasures of masturbation long ago. With my eighteen years, I’ve had experience with orgasms for.. two years. That would be about right. At times I pleased myself daily, or multiple times a day. Other times it was once a week.Now? It was definitely a day of multiple orgasms.And it was a day to eat chocolate.As. It was a fairly warm evening and Ann had come over shorts and a cotton top. Sharon had been dressed in a similar fashion, and she looked at Sam and said, "Honey, let's see what we can do to meet Ann's needs, OK?? She needs to get laid, and I'm very horny and I know you're always ready to fuck me and Ann, aren't you, baby?" Oh my, Sharon, you know it," Sam said as she stood and walked over to where Ann and Sharon were standing. "What should we do first, honey?" Sam asked as he reached down and. I know.”Those last two words shook Laurie, “Uh, what did I just hear?”Karen smiled and said, “a year ago I was feeling like you do and screwed around with a couple of guys. When the first one didn’t make me feel any better, I tried a second. He didn’t either so I figured I was on the wrong track.” Her imagination made Betsy’s pussy tingle little bit.“But you seemed very happy with your husband now. What did you do to make it better? That’s what I need!”Karin refreshed their wineglasses and.