Dreams And Visions Are Nice, The Real Thing Is So Much Better

Sorority party, only sorority girls. Drinks, some stuff we couldn't identify. In short time we were pretty drunk, and we played truth and consequences, clothes came off, topless girls, only panties on. Some kissing and fondling, some panties came off. About then I vomited, and felt like I was going to die.

I came to in a hospital, my stomach had been pumped, my mother beside me. It was afternoon the next day. I wasn't the only one poisoned. After release, the poison identified, some home brew which several of us had tried. Hooch, backwoods stuff, from a fraternity.

That party was the last one I attended, I dropped out of the sorority. But all those girls topless, some of them naked, wouldn't leave my mind. I became obsessed with it, but like a dream, it wasn't repeated. I finished college, went to work as a flight attendant. I moved to Miami, moved in with a girl.

One night when we were together I told her about that party, and the topless girls. The night went on, we went topless, I got to touch them, to hold them, to have my face held between them. To suck on her nipples, for her to suck on mine. Our fingers exploring what was to come.

Sixty nine, I was on the bottom, her open pussy before me, I put my arms around her waist to pull her down to me. Her mouth was wild, her tongue and fingers violating me. A charge went through me, I held onto her, and gave into the biggest orgasm of my life.

For months we made love, we played with each other. And my visions of that sorority party became less and less, replaced by her breasts, her cleavage, the cleft of her pussy. The real thing, not a dream. It's a sorority thing, girls all around you. One roommate is better.