By the time I got home my panties were soaked with my daydream fantasies. The rest of my weekend went by quickly. Beth and I swam on Sunday morning - ...hough neither of our hearts were in it. We ended up gossiping more than swimming. Beth told me more about her adventures with Mike. She said that they were sleeping together often now and that she had told him that she loved him. It was a big step for her and I could tell by the joyous expression on her face that things had gone well for her when. The dress was barely long enough to cover any of her legs at all.The real reason we took so long to leave was that we went to Kerri’s room to pregame. There was a keg rumored to be at the house, but we wanted to already be a little tipsy by the time we got there. And we succeeded.The frat party was what you’d expect. Drinking games, beer everywhere, dancing, drunk girls, drunker guys, the whole deal. A few different guys grinded on me. A lot of them were actually really cute. I guess I was. I had gotten aroused describing how I would fuck her, and it was obvious by the tent in my silky black boxers. I don't think she quite expected what she saw. I don't think she had believed when Andy had told her I wasn't small, and through all my teasing, I had never let her clearly see what was under the hood. There was little mystery now, and her eyes widened. She wasn't the same manipulative controlling bitch right now. And it became apparent she wanted me to play out the scenario. I was. Jill had felt her pulse skip a beat when her eyes made contact with the guitar player. She was glad it was dark in the bar, he wouldn’t be able to see the blush in her cheeks. She watched his hands as he put the new strings on the guitar. His motions and movements seemed to be so precise. The way he held the guitar was almost sensuous. After the guitar was tuned, George began to play. His amp was turned way down, and the sound guy had a tape running through the mains. What he was playing was.