In was the mid nineteen nineties, fall semester of my junior year, and I foolishly took 19 credits. It was murder. I worked almost constantly on school, with only rare moments to myself. The pressure was amazing; I should have listened to my advisor and taken only 15 credits. Fortunately, I worked off my stress in the gym. I would pound the stair-stepper daily for 45 minutes to an hour at a stretch. After six weeks the stair stepper gave up, but I didn't. I moved to the Nordic track. Sit-ups were the only other break I allowed myself from my studies. Being on such a tight schedule also severely constrained my meals, which I now had to eat on the run. I was limited to cafeteria foods that could be carried--fruits and salads mostly.
As the semester went along I had to cut back more and more on the normal aspects of student life; pride goes before the fall. Make-up? No time. Hair conditioner? Nope. Facial scrub? Forget it. My hair pretty much stayed in a ponytail. Time to shave my legs? Lets just say I worked out in sweatpants. Needless to say, I had no social life. I was pretty much a frumpy zombie. (Albeit a zombie on her way to a 4.0 GPA.)
Once the last final exam was over, I was in heaven. A friend invited me to a party, and for the first time all year I could say yes. Freshly washed and shaven, I began to get dressed up. At last I was starting to feel like a woman again. I searched through my closet for a nice outfit and was shocked to find that none of my 'nice' clothes fit. Having run around in 'work' clothes all semester, I must not have noticed a little weight loss. I went to another girl's dorm room and asked to use her scale--115 lbs with my robe! Holy shit, that was more than 20 pounds down from my previous weight. I thought the scale must be off and returned to my room. I dug out my full-length mirror and looked at myself. I was cut. Even a six-pack of abs. I was positively stunning. How did I miss this happening to me? I was delighted.
When I went home for winter break, I made a new year's resolution to keep the weight off. Unfortunately, by the time I returned to school nearly all of it was back on. With the spring semester upon me, I knew what I had to do--19 credits again. By the third week I realized I had made a mistake, but it was too late.
A friend mentioned that a group was going to Spring Break in Mexico, and asked if I was interested. I most definitely was--that would be my only chance to get out from under the pressure of this semester. I counted the days. This time, however, I watched myself. Most of the weight came off quickly and, if I do say so myself, I looked pretty damn good. I was so busy I had to rush to pack for the trip, even forgetting a swimsuit. I bought a fairly modest bikini at the airport. We started drinking on the on flight almost immediately. After a few, I confided in my friend that I felt constrained. I felt I couldn't really 'tie one on' for fear of hurting my future employability. She suggested that I needed a new identity. During the flight, she filled me in on her boyfriend's college so well that I could pass myself off as a mythical student of that school.
I got a lot of compliments on the beach, but so did most girls, I rationalized. My friend was hooking up nightly with someone new, not my style. I was thinking about it, but nothing developed over the first couple of days, even with the haze of alcohol. The third day I went to another beach bar, and started talking and drinking with a couple of cute guys, Jason and Royce. Turns out, the bar was having a thong contest, where girls would put one on and strut on the catwalk to the cheers of the crowd. After watching a few I said 'I could do that'. It must have been the beer--yeah, that's it. They egged me on and I went up to join about 3 other girls in line. A few more joined behind me.
There was a 'sheet box' -- a box made of sheets, about 18" off the ground and about 30" high that served as a changing room--the crowd could see you take off your bikini bottom and put on the thong before you did your walk. I couldn't believe I was doing this. At least one girl fell over while changing, and I am sure it was not an accident. I am not certain what I did on the stage; it went by in a blur. As it turned out, I was the runner-up! Must've been my smile. All the contestants got to keep their thongs, and the winner threw her bikini bottom out to the crowd. Some of the other girls joined her. To my surprise, so did I. I walked back to my table, which was kind of up against a wall, wearing only my tee shirt over my bikini top and thong. The tee shirt only came to mid-waist, revealing most of my butt. I was relieved I didn't have a very clear tan line--that just would have been more embarrassing! My rear burned as I imagined all the eyes staring at it. What the hell, it was spring break.
I got lots of congratulations from various people in the crowd. Back at my table, I settled in with my ass to the wall so that I wouldn't feel like such a...whatever. I was standing between my two new boyfriends, both of whom were very complimentary. We were actually somewhat hidden from the general view.
As I was talking to the guy on my right, a hand landed on the back of my left thigh. I jumped a little, but did nothing. When I turned to talk to him, not mentioning his hand of course, I felt another hand on my right thigh. Electric! Two guys feeling me up at once! And in a well-lit bar! I looked around to see if anyone was watching us, but apparently not. I don't know what I would have done if someone was. What the hell, it was spring break. We all continued to talk as if nothing was happening. Their hands roamed up independently to cup my bare ass cheeks and stroke my thighs. We talked for quite awhile, I have no idea about what. I am not sure who suggested it, but the idea came up to retire to their hotel room. By this time I was really turned on, and I agreed.
We left the bar, and in a brazen move I held both their hands. I wondered if anyone watching knew what we were going to do. I was not quite sure I had figured it out myself. Their room was in the next hotel over. We walked into the lobby and started for the elevator, as their room was on the 6th floor. Jason stopped us.
'Lets take the stairs' he said.
'Why?' I asked.
'I would like to watch your ass as you walk up the steps," he stated. My jaw dropped as I blushed. Anyone could have heard that, but there was no one really close enough. Royce eagerly agreed. We went to the stairwell, and I walked up with the guys just a few steps behind. I must admit, it felt really good showing off like that, and I was getting turned on even more. I wondered what it would be like to be fucked in a stairway or to give a guy--or guys!-- a blow job here. No one was in the stairwell, but the climb was uneventful.
'Is that what you wanted to see?' I smiled as we reached the 6th floor.
'Oh, yes.'
We entered their room, a nice one with two beds and a balcony. I walked over to look out over the ocean, and Royce went into the bathroom. Jason walked up beside me and turned me to face him. He looked at me for a second and I at him. Then he kissed me passionately. I saw Royce approach out of the corner of my eye as I closed them to respond to Jason lips. Jason's hands moved below my tee shirt and kneaded my ass. I could feel his hard-on press into my abdomen. I melted into his kiss. After a few moments, I broke the kiss.
'That was wonderful,' I sighed. Royce stood a few feet away watching.
'How about you?' I breathed lustfully. I walked over to him and kissed him.
His hands immediately found my rear also, but quickly moved up to my breasts. I drew my breath sharply, as I have always had sensitive breasts. I was really turned on. I melted into his kiss. I could tell he had a raging hard-on also. Suddenly I felt hands on my ass; Jason had moved up behind us. I open my eyes and drew my breath sharply again before settling into the ecstasy of being caressed by two guys. What the hell, it was spring break. Royce removed a hand from my breast and pulled my tee shirt off. The image of me sandwiched between two guys while standing in front of a glass patio door flashed through my mind, making me even hotter. Fortunately, the room faced the ocean so only a helicopter could see in. Didn't I see an offer for helicopter tours? Jason's tongue on the back of my leg brought me back to the moment. I heard a moaning and then realized it was me. Royce reached behind me and untied my bikini top. I shed it without breaking the kiss. I could feel both my nipples standing out firmly. Royce continued stroking my breasts and playing with my nipples, gently pinching and rolling them with his fingers as Jason licked and kissed his way up the backs of my legs and rear. I lost my balance. Royce quickly caught me.
'I have to lay down,' I sighed.
Royce laid me on my back on the bed with my knees hanging off the edge. He lowered his mouth to suck on my nipple. Jason moved up and kissed me, fondling my other breast. Royce's hand stroked its way down my torso and began gently rubbing me though my thong. I was in heaven. I just lay there as two guys pleasured me. My experience in men had always been nearly the opposite. I had never felt anything even remotely as pleasurable. I was moaning a lot now, stroking Jason's head as he kissed me, trying to return the pleasure my body was feeling to him though my mouth. Royce detached his mouth from my nipple with an audible pop and whispered into my ear.
