Sara stretched her petite body in its full, yet not very impressive, length. She yawned.
- What time is it? she said.
Her four college buddies; red-haired, Irish Duncan, blond Jason, black bodybuilder Ricky, and dark-haired poet Alan; all checked their wrist watches.
- 10.05 pm, said Jason.
- Wanna take a break? said Duncan.
- I wanna call it a night! said Ricky. I'm too tired to concentrate.
- We still have one more chapter to read, said Jason. The exam's on Thursday.
- Let's take care of that tomorrow, said Sara. I'm too tired to know what I'm reading!
- Dito, said Alan.
- OK, OK, said Jason. Tomorrow. Same time?
- Sure, said Ricky, and all 5 of them got up and put their jackets on.
- Hey, Sara! said Duncan, as they left the library. Do you want us to walk you home?
- Nah, said Sara. It's only 10 minutes walk from here.
- I think you would be safer that way, said Ricky. Last week, a girl got raped walking home from a campus party.
Sara bit her lip and frowned.
-OK, she said. Thanks, guys!
The air was cold, and their feet made crisping noises as they walked over the frosty grass. Sara shuddered in her thin jacket. She had a habit of choosing fashion over practical clothes.
- Are you cold, Sara? said Ricky.
- Uh-huh! said Sara.
- Come here, girl, I'll keep you warm! said Ricky, and put his arm around her shoulders. There. Feeling warmer?
- A little, Sara giggled.
- Hey, quit hogging! said Duncan, and put his arm around Sara's waist.
- What about us? said Alan and Jason in chorus.
Sara giggled.
- No fighting, boys! she said. There's enough of me for all of you, just get in line!
Jokingly, Alan got behind her, sneaking his arms in between Ricky and Duncan and wrapped them around Sara's chest, while Jason got in front of her, holding on to her head, walking backwards. Giggling, the group waddled their way to Sara's apartment complex.
- OK, this is ridiculous, but all this laughing and the cold, fresh air has made me wide awake, said Sara.
- Oh, so you wanna do some more studying? Jason grinned.
- No! said Sara. But it was really sweet of you guys to walk me home. I'd like to make it up to you. Do you wanna come up for a cup of tea or something?
- Or something! said Ricky.
- Yeah, I'd like a beer, said Duncan.
The five of them got in and walked upstairs to Sara's tiny apartment, giggling and hushing each other up, which consisted of nothing more than a bathroom and a bedroom, of which the latter also served as a living room and a kitchen, wit a fridge and a portable cooking plate in a corner.
The guys got comfortable on Sara's bed while she got a six-pack out of the fridge. One can was missing.
- One for us each, boys, and then I'm all out! said Sara, and tossed them each a can.
The guys protested as she sat down at the only chair in the room, in front of her desk.
- Why the distance, Sara? said Ricky.
- There's always room for you! said Duncan, and they moved over to make room for her.
Sara giggled as she sat down between Alan and Ricky. They drank their beer, talked and laughed. Sara laid down on her back, with her head in Alan's lap and her feet in Ricky's.
- Comfortable? said Duncan. Or does her highness need a pillow?
- A foot rub? asked Ricky.
- Oh, yeah! said Sara. I've been on my feet all day!
Ricky took off her shoes and socks and massaged her feet.
- Mmmm... said Sara. That's nice.
Alan stroke her hair, and Duncan reached over to kneed her calves and thighs.
- Aaaah... Sara sighed. A full body massage!
- What's left for me? said Jason. Oh, I know!
He grabbed Sara's tits.
- Hey! said Sara, and looked up at him. What do you think you're doing?
- What, don't you like this? said Jason innocently, and squeezed her breasts.
The truth was, Sara thought, that she DID like it. She enjoyed having 8 hands gently touching, stroking, rubbing, squeezing and massaging her entire body. She liked being the centre of attention. The beer and the massage was making her relaxed, and the whole situation, of having 4 nice-looking guys touching her, was kind of naughty... Sara realized that she was getting horny, and the beer was giving her a feeling of freedom from responsibility. She looked at Jason, and her eyes started to glitter mischievously.