Sheila's Secret

The Party

The end of the semester had finally arrived and Sheila couldn't happier. This semester had been the most brutal so far and had taken as many prisoners on her campus as possible. Now that the worst had passed and finals were over, everyone was getting ready for the party of the year. The local fraternity was hosting an end of semester bash and everyone who could come was invited. Sheila had decided to go to her first party since high school which had been the same place she lost her virginity. Needless to say, she regretted it almost immediately and still hoped that one day the memory would be repressed.

She showered and dressed in a gray cut off tee, black leggings and black bow adorned flats. She wanted to be comfortable and still be able to blow off some steam on the dance floor. She left about an hour late to give the party a chance to get started. It was going on 11:30 as Sheila approached the frat house, a faint sound of old school rap preaching to her ears. The party had spilled outside at some point since the front lawn was littered with cheap beer cans and red plastic cups. Various articles of clothing decorated the front porch and a outfit trail led around the side of the house. Sheila took a deep breath and walked up the white stairs. A crudely made sign hanging on the door read "No Froshies". Sheila laughed as she opened the door but her laugh was cut short as the scene inside the frat house completely overwhelmed her.

The quiet remnants of the spillover outside was nothing compared to the madhouse within. The flashing strobes and loud music did nothing to hide half naked sorority girls dancing on tables, the towers of kegs placed all around and the blatant sex acts happening just about everywhere. Sheila did a quick sweep of what she could see and was able to identify at least two of her own instructors, putting their jobs on the line for a little fun. Next to them were those desperate students working for that passing grade.

The old school hip hop was beginning to fade and Lil Jon's-"turn down for what", started blaring from the speakers. Without missing a beat or sacrifice of rhythm, the room began to perfectly mirror the song. Sheila came to a quick conclusion that this was her chance to unwind and have a little fun and she would do anything to forget this semester and her latest ex. Not only was he a failure as a boyfriend with the social skills of a cactus, sex with him was like watching grandma take out her dentures in a bikini. Without a second thought she proceeded to grab three beers in quick succession and chugged them down. Shaking her body loose, she pushed her way into the mass of dancing bodies. She danced with a number of different people throughout the night as she disappeared into the depths of the raging party. After finally reaching the belly of the raving beast, a hand grabbed hers, pulling her even deeper in. In this area, personal space meant nothing.

The hand that had grabbed her pulled her close to its owner and its twin rested itself on her waist. The body connected to these hands began to grind against her own, moving a hand on her pelvis to hold her back close to its controller. Sheila decided her dance partner had found her and began to enter the rhythm of the song. Dancehall had since taken over the party; with the dancing becoming more erotic with each passing second.
A mouth found its way to her ear, gently breathing before nibbling on her earlobe.

A shiver shot down her spine and Sheila relished it. Pressing herself closer to him, the beat took control of her body. The two dancers became one in their movements and for a second looked as if they had been dancing together all night. Sheila turned around and ran a hand over her dance partners stomach as she look into his steely hazel eyes, her other hand sliding over his powerful muscles. She tugged at his belt and brought him closer to her, planting her lips firmly on his and stealing a quick nibble before quickly pulling away and turning around, shaking her amply heart shaped ass against his waist.

Shelia was inviting him to come and get her, slowly teasing her leggings down to allow him a glimpse of her lace panties. Her inner exhibitionist had been set free and would have its deepest desires fulfilled. As if the man knew she was inviting him in, he approached and descended upon her, nibbling on her neck. Wave after wave of pleasure rushed through her while she attempted to ride the beat. The man reached down her chest, lightly squeezing her breast before moving further south. He started to thumb the elastic rim of her leggings. In one swift motion, her leggings were down just enough to expose the purple frill and lace boy shorts she wore. The hands rubbed her through the thin fabric and Sheila felt herself getting damp as he massaged her lips. The hand pulled the underwear to the side just enough to gain access. Sheila's mind went blank as his thumb brushed her clit. She had only came to dance, let loose, maybe drink a little; now all she wanted was more of this strangers touch.