They lied down and looked at each other, taking each others clothes off. He pressed his mouth to her nipple, sucking it, licking it and slightly nibbl...ng on it. They hugged, pressing their naked bodies together and smelling each other. She fondled his balls with her hands and he caressed her breasts, kissing them and then kissing her face. He put his fingers into her, feeling her wetness and making her gasp, digging her nails into his back. She felt his tongue on her clitoris, teasing it and. "Gee,you weren't complaining last year when I was plugging you on a dailybasis." she said with a cruel grin. "Not that I really remember it toowell. You weren't a bad piece of ass, but all boys look pretty much thesame when they're getting fucked. Just an asshole staring you in theface". Stevie slapped her across the face. He turned and walked away, but felta sharp pinch on his left buttock. "See you in forty-five, sweetie."she said with a chuckle. Stevie continued toward the dressing. She couldn't believe that she would be goingback to the old frat house. She had not been anywhere near theresince her transformation.The thought of going back terrified her so much that she thoughtabout resigning from the sorority. She had fears that her oldfraternity brothers would recognize her and call her out for being agirl, and then call the police. She also feared that even if theydidn't recognize her there might be mean things written or said abouther (as Ken). She was also afraid. “Here is one from a few weeks back. It was pretty fun, and most of the same people you see will be here on Tuesday, possibly a few more” he said as he grabbed a glass of wine from the bar, and sat down on the full length couch.“Our parties are very exclusive, and by invite only. We allow straight and bi people and couples over, but everyone has a right to play the way they wish, so there are no expectations on what anyone can or will do. No always means no, even if you rarely hear anyone say.