Four years of college were a mix of good times and bad times with a lot of stress thrown in for good measure. I signed up for graduate school since I did not have any real promising prospects on the employment front and school would keep me off the streets as my father never hesitated to remind me when I went home for holidays. I really would have enjoyed seeing the "good old days" that he spoke about and whether he actually walked a mile in knee-deep snow to school every day, but I digress.
What I relate here involves incidents that happened during my first year of grad school, a birthday party thrown for me by some of the other students, people whom I knew from senior year in college, and current friends. Some of the old school guys were not the most ideal companions, a rough, boisterous assemblage of characters that existed on the outer fringes of other students but were decent individually outside of the group. Almost everyone brought small gifts, many silly things, and some nice surprises from people that I had gotten close with over the years, particularly those who knew me more intimately than the others. I knew that certain gifts were not meant to be opened in the party atmosphere but when I tried to make a separate grouping of those types of gifts, the more boisterous guests focused on them simply to see what was being hidden. If there was no embarrassment, then it was not a college party.
I had moved four gifts over to the side for me to open later while I was alone. The people who brought them were special to me and they hinted that the contents of their boxes were personal and might better be opened privately. One young woman was a friend from several psychology classes and was an open and honest friend whom I confided in without hesitation. There were two fellows whom I had dated for a while and although we were no longer involved regularly, we did see each other on occasion to take the edge off when we wanted some comfortable sex. I knew that these people would not bring gag gifts and I looked forward to seeing what they had chosen but the best-laid plans do not always work out.
The night went along wonderfully without major incidents or spillage, and it appeared that everyone was having a good time. Inhibitions were being released and the mood was very light as midnight came and went. I was being pressed to open gifts and this proved to be more unique than I might have first imagined. Several nice bottles of wine were presented and some silly things as well, but the highlight of the evening came when one of the gifts that I had separated from the others wound up in the general group, placed there I believe by one of the fellows from senior year hoping that it would provide fuel for some ribbing later. Little did they know how right they would be.
As the gift in question was handed to me, the person who brought it, one of my close male friends and sometimes lover, named Barry, suddenly said: "That's not for this group!" and tried to take it back. Naturally, sensing that Barry was too eager in his protest, everyone insisted that I open it to reveal what he was trying to conceal.
I had no choice but to keep going so I sheepishly looked at Barry, smiled as best I could as an apology, and proceeded to undo the ribbon and beautiful wrapping paper as delicately as possible to reveal a sensuous-looking pink box to "Oh's" and "Ah's" from the crowd. I had a strange feeling in my stomach as I watched Barry mouth the words, "I'm sorry."
Opening the box revealed a beautiful green satin robe and matching satin nightgown, something that I loved at first sight since it was my favorite color and fabric. Barry knew me very well and must have spent a lot of time looking for this exact gift since it was perfect. I felt the blood rush to my face and knew that I must have been red as a beet with the sudden exposure of one of my secrets, something that I kept hidden from all but my closest friends. The sound in the room became quieter as the nature of the gift sunk in on everyone present except for a few of the more rowdy attendees who started chanting, "Try it on, try it on." I knew that that was not going to happen although the persistence of rowdy ones lasted longer than I expected or what was considered polite. Nevertheless, the gifts were nice and mostly in good taste.
The night ended around 3:00 am when the last stragglers departed and laughter could be heard from the street below as they made their way to their rides home. As I finished doing a rough cleanup to make it to the morning I received a call from Barry to apologize for any embarrassment he might have caused by the gift. He said that he hoped I would open it when I was alone or, worst case when he and I were together. I laughed and told him not to worry, it was a very thoughtful and wonderful gift, something that I will treasure for a long time, and said that I would model it for him one day if he promised to behave. He joined in laughing and said that he would hold me to it before hanging up.
Before going to bed, I tried on the nightgown, and it was a perfect fit. Loose fitting around the chest as the spaghetti straps draped over my shoulders and nicely clinging around my waist and hips. The robe was pure luxury and the feel of the satin fabric of the gown on my nipples made them hard and tingling. I felt like calling Barry back to tell him to come over to spend the night but thought better of it in the end, deciding to wait a little while before giving out a thank you card of sorts.
After I washed up and was getting into bed, the door buzzer sounded, and I could make out the sound of conversation in the hallway. I assumed that someone must have forgotten something and decided to come back for it rather than wait another day. I grabbed my old robe and went to the door and saw two of my boisterous friends, Steve and Ryan, through the peephole. Not wanting them to make any more noise, I opened the door a little and with a bit of a smile, softly asked what they had forgotten. "Nothing really," said Ryan, "but we got to talking about the nice nightgown you received and decided that it would be great to see you model it for us. After all, we were at the party and it seemed only fair, right?"
I forced a small laugh and replied, "Well, that's a personal gift and not something that I feel should be worn outside of a small circle. Plus, it's late and I was in bed and now I want to go to sleep so the party is over for tonight. Thanks for coming and thanks for your presents." I tried to close the door, but they wouldn't allow it and started pleading in very loud voices. After several seconds, I realized this was futile at best and decided to take the path of least resistance by opening the door, offering them a beer, and then hoping they would leave on their own.
Once inside, they again said that they wanted to see me in the nightgown and would stay all night if necessary, and then plopped down on the sofa. I tried promising them a beer if they left but that only made things worse because they wanted the beer and still insisted on seeing me in the nightgown. Clearly, we were past rational negotiation and there were fewer options available so I had a tough decision to make. As much as I hated the idea, giving them what they wanted seemed like the best way to get them out of my apartment, so, going against my better judgment, I excused myself and said I would return in a couple of minutes so that they could see me wear my new gift but after that, they had to go.
As I walked into the bedroom, I could hear the giggling and the whispers but I wanted the night to be over and I wanted to get some sleep so I quickly got out of my robe and put on the nightgown that I had carefully put away a short time before. Maybe it was the fatigue or the leftover buzz from the alcohol of the evening but slipping into the nightgown while two guys waited for me in the next room felt wonderful and my erect nipples were poking against the satin fabric giving me the beginning of an unwanted erection. Now, this would be embarrassing; walking out in a lovely nightgown with a stiff dick pushed against the satin material.
I flicked the tip of my penis as I put on the nightgown and managed to calm my hormones enough to not be too obvious in my arousal when I returned to the living room. Both guys whistled when I walked in and although I felt myself blushing I admit that I enjoyed the acknowledgment and even gave them a sexy twirl and curtsy for good measure. Ryan grabbed his crotch like a rapper and said, "Oh yeah! Looking good, baby."
Steve simply licked his lips and softly added, "Lovely bitch."
I thanked them for their compliments but added that they got what they wanted and now it was time to call it a night as I walked slowly to the door.
As I stood near the door they got up from the sofa and walked over, stopping in front of and close behind me. I could feel Ryan rub his erection against my ass as he held my hips and Steve took my hand and placed it where I could feel his stiff dick, pressing on it and moving it up and down as well. "We have to do this again when we have more time," said Steve leaning forward to kiss my lips which I avoided.
"I would like that, too," said Ryan a bit more civilly, then adding sarcastically, "We could have a threesome."
I forced a slight smile and simply said, "We'll see," as I opened the door.
