June was furious with her boyfriend. 'How dare he treat me like this,' she thought to herself. He had just blown her off on the third Skype date in a row, after telling her that he would not be transferring to her college the next year as he has promised he would.
June and Tom had been dating for nearly two years, starting their junior year in high school, and they had been hooking up even before that. They were in the midst of their first semester in college, at separate schools. They had both wanted to go to the same school, but because of Tom's slacker attitude through his early high school years, he didn't get past admissions. So June went to the prestigious state school that they both strived for, while Tom settled for a small private university where he could focus and get his work done so he could transfer as soon as possible. The two were split up by two and a half hours of highway in rural Virginia, not a great distance, but it was expanded by the fact that neither freshman was allowed to have a car their first year.
They had stayed strong in their new long-distance relationship for nearly three months until things began to get difficult. June had always been high maintenance, something that Tom didn't mind when they were together, but since moving apart Tom had had trouble keeping June happy. He had taken on a huge workload in addition to a very time demanding major in theatre, and had a very hard time keeping up with June's increased neediness. Despite the loads hard work, Tom made a circle of very close friends, and learned to love the school. He decided that the small quiet school would be much more conducive to his life's aspirations and that he should stay there.
A long story short: Tom told June about his decision to stay, June got upset, June cried a lot, June and Tom argued a lot, things got hard.
A week with tons of schoolwork, frequent fights with June, and little sleep left Tom on edge. He blew off the normal times they would get on video chat and talk, and rarely answered her calls.
It was Friday and June was preparing to go out and party, like she always did on weekends. She hadn't heard from Tom in three days, and she was at the point where she had nothing good to say about him. He was ignoring her and she was not going to put up with that. She didn't have to put up with that. 'I'm incredibly sexy, and can pull any guy from a party that I want,' June reassured herself. She picked out a green dress that Tom had bought her for her birthday a year ago. It was very low cut, so June would normally wear a white shirt under it to help hold back her big tits. When ever she didn't she noticed that all of her guy friends' gazes would drift a little lower than her eyes when she would talk to them. She found it flattering and loved all of the attention, but preferred to be respected more, and wanted to save that view for Tom only.
As June held up the dress to her naked body, she decided that a little male attention might be nice tonight; after all she wasn't getting any from where she should be. She picked out her sexiest underwear: a black lacy bra that held her bountiful tits up perfectly to her chest making them look huge yet stunningly firm and a matching black thong. She slipped the dress over her slender body, opting out of the usual shirt underneath. She stepped back and marveled at herself in the mirror.
June looked good. June looked damn good and she knew it. Her beautiful blonde hair framed her pretty face, which was adorned with two big, gorgeous blue eyes. Her hair was a little messy, but in a good way, it gave the image that she was sexy, and knew how to have a good time, yet still sophisticated. Her face attached to her long, slender neck, which was punctuated by her well-defined collarbones, a trait that she knew drove Tom crazy. Below her sexy, well-defined neck was her tits. They looked better than they ever had right now, cradled in her lacy bra that stuck out just a little above the tight, skimpy dress. If the dress were to be pulled aside just an inch her nipple would be exposed; she knew because she tested that. She pulled her dress aside, exposing her nipple, and pinched it. It excited her to see her looking so good, not in a narcissistic way, but in the way that she knew if Tom saw her like this he would fuck her brains out. She thought that to herself, but quickly pushed it out of her head, she wasn't going to think about Tom at all tonight.
June added the finishing touches to her outfit. A colorful sun necklace that laid right between her tits, to attract a little extra attention to her prized region, and her favorite pair of black heels. She loved what they did to her legs; they made them look so long, slender, and sexy. She admired herself for one moment, and wondered what was coming over her. Tonight she was leaving her usually reserved self behind, and going out as a different person, a new, independent, sexy, and powerful person. She added some dark mascara and eyeliner to complete the look to accent her beautiful eyes. Then, with one final check of herself she left her room to meet up with her friends.
Her usual crowd of friends that she went out with was already waiting for her outside of her dorm. Her best friend at school, Katherine, a busty redhead with a really cute face, was in the front of the group. She was not dressed like June, with a pair of tight jeans and a modest top. Katherine was standing with Michael, a boy who June and Tom went to high school with. He is a stocky guy, by no means good looking, but is funny and knows how to have a good time. There were several other girls there, but June forgot about them as soon as Katherine started praising her new look. "Oh my god June! You look so hot! I wish I knew you were going to dress like this and I would have worn something hotter!"
June questioned what she was doing for a moment. Was she dressed too slutty? Would this give guys the wrong idea? She felt bad that she had out-dressed her wingwoman that would be with her for the rest of the night. These notions were quickly forgotten when a group of guys walked past, obviously drunk already, and one hollered to her, "DAMN girl, you look damn good... tryina come with me tonight?"
"In your dreams," June replied quickly, yet smoothly and incredibly sexily. The boy looked dumbfounded for a moment then stumbled on with his friends.
The group of girls and Michael walked to the bus stop where they caught a bus off campus to their party destination: an upperclassmen friend's apartment. On the bus June found a seat across from two well-dressed black guys. They were both built and incredibly good-looking. June admired their strong, broad physique, her favorite thing in a man. She noticed one of them glance over to her and look her up and down, she pretended to not notice, but automatically uncrossed her legs to show a little more skin to hold his attention. This instinct shocked June, but she didn't correct it. She had no intention of hooking up with anyone, as mad as she was at Tom, and didn't want to be a slutty cock tease all night. But something about the way that the handsome man looked hungrily at her had ignited a flame in her, a flame that was further fed when the man nudged his friend and motioned to her so they were both checking her out.
The bus reached her stop and she got off, but not without adding a little saunter to her step, deliberately swinging her well-shaped ass a little more than necessary for her onlookers. June and her friends walked to the door of their destination, music could already be heard pumping from inside.
June opened the door to reveal an incredibly crowded party. To her immediate left was a beer pong table where a group of boys crowed around watching a game being played. 'Maybe I'll hang out over there tonight, they look like they would enjoy a lady's company,' June thought to herself as she headed to where all the drinks were, but she quickly changed her mind when she saw the crowded dance floor to her right. Dancing seemed like the perfect solution, she could dance with some boys, be as sexy as she wanted to be and get lots of attention, but still be able to leave without being a cock tease. June instantly knew that she would spend the night on the dance floor with some boys, but had to get drunk first, of course.
She made it across the party to the bar, Katherine close behind, and found a bottle of Smirnoff Vodka. She poured both them a shot and they both quickly drank it. June promptly poured another for them to chase the first and they swallowed it even quicker than the first. After four back-to-back shots June was starting to feel drunk. Katherine was obviously feeling the effects and said, "I'm going to take a break. I don't want to get sick tonight."
"I'm going to drink a little more, then I'll come find you," June replied as she hugged her friend. Katherine walked away to Michael who was standing by the beer pong game with a newly acquired cup of beer from the keg. June had become quite the drinker since to attend starting this school that was known for three things: academics, football, and parties. She had the genes and had built up enough of a tolerance to alcohol that she could have more than 10 drinks without getting sick and would rarely have a hangover in the morning.
