"You have a really interesting look about you," you tell Christine as she sips the wine you brought her. The other girls seem to be giving the two of you some space - obviously, they all know of her virginity and intend to let her have you to herself for a bit.
"What do you mean?" she asks.
"Well, it just strikes me that your ancestors didn't exactly come over on the Mayflower. Eastern European?"
"Greek," she says. "Pure Greek. Born in Athens, raised right here. Ya'sou." She raises her glass in what you assume to be some kind of "cheers."
"Yah so," you reply as best you can, and she giggles.
A loud squeal from just behind you catches your attention for a moment, and you turn to see that Julie is being suspended by hand and foot by four of her sorority sisters while one of the other house studs licks her pussy. The spectacle has already drawn quite an audience.
You look back to Christine to see that she's blushing. "This is my first house party," she confesses. "I'm not really used to seeing my sisters like this. I wish I were that uninhibited sometimes."
"You were bold enough to show up in a sheer body stocking," you point out.
She makes a move to cover up, but checks it at the last minute. "I'm more covered than anyone else in the room," she points out. "This thing wraps me up from my neck to my toes."
"But it's like a second skin," you say. "I mean, you can see everything. In a way, you're walking around naked."
"God, you're making me all self-conscious!" she says with a giggle.
"And you're making me horny as hell," you say truthfully.
Her eyes drop reflexively to your crotch, where she'd have to be blind not to notice the bulge in your tight black pants.
"Christine, why did you come here tonight?" you ask her quietly.
She looks back up at you. "My boyfriend said I was frigid," she says. "I'm not, really! I just... I don't know, I didn't feel comfortable going that far with him. He was always so pushy, you know? I wanted to go at my own pace."
You look around the room, where people are getting it on all around you, or watching their friends do it. "Um... that doesn't really explain why you're here. I mean, the pace at this party seems a little accelerated to me, if anything."
"It was Mary's idea. She thought it might help me loosen up, and she pointed out that I wouldn't be under any pressure because the guys here can get laid with just about anyone they want, so none of them would be pushing me in particular."
You glance around again. "Does that mean you want me to go talk to someone else? I don't want to be a jerk like he was. I mean, don't get me wrong, I'd really like to get to know you better, but if that's not what you want tonight, I'll move on with no hard feelings."
Christine seems to come to a decision. "No. Come here. Kiss me." She swallows hard and steps close to you. "Kiss me like... we're already lovers. The way you would if you just finished making love to me."
She presses her shivering body against you and opens her lips under yours, closing her eyes. You slip your tongue into her mouth at the first contact, and she stiffens at the sudden intimacy, then relaxes into you embrace. Her tongue reaches out tentatively, then more boldly as she melts into the embrace.
Through the sheer-thin fabric of her body stocking, you feel her large nipples harden against your bare chest.
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