"Where are Herbie and Wolf?" Trish asked as the boys began passing various dishes around the table. "I thought everyone was going to be here."
"They had to spend a couple of hours over at the physics lab," Linc explained as he poured the wine. "Old Gimpy Harris decided to spring a special assignment and they had lab work to catch up on."
"Professor Harris?" Rhea asked, trying not to giggle. "Just ask Ginny about Professor Harris if you want to hear something good!"
Linc paused by Ginny's chair. He noticed that her hand was shaking as she held her wine glass out to be filled. "What's the matter, Ginny? Do you have old Gimpy Harris for a class, too?"
Ginny blushed bright red. "No!" she replied emphatically. "But I do run into him at the library every now and then!"
Rhea couldn't keep a straight face any longer. She burst into laughter. "I didn't think you ran into him, Ginny!" she sputtered. "I thought you ran away from him!!"
Linc snapped his fingers with a loud click. "Hah!" he said. "So you're the blonde Harris is after this quarter!" he exclaimed. "Wolf says he always talks about some beautiful blonde chick that works in the library. Well, Ginny, what an honor. Harris goes bananas only once every quarter and it's always over the prettiest new girl on campus. Got your track shoes on?"
"Oh, I manage," Ginny said, trying to stop blushing. "It doesn't take too much speed to outrun Gimpy Harris!"
Ginny found that she was enjoying the light-hearted banter and the fine wine. The boys seemed really nice and her earlier fears and apprehensions were firmly laid to rest. She sipped at her wine frequently and felt a warm glow spread through her body. The boys were amusing and attentive and the wine was doing very nice things to her head, relaxing her and making her talk freely. She was just telling about her encounter with Gimpy Harris in the rare-book section, when she felt a pressure on her thigh.
She thought, at first, that Harry was pressing his leg against hers, but when she looked up at him, she found that he was completely engaged in conversation with Trish. How odd! she thought to herself and finished the story quickly, turning to look at Barry, the only other possible candidate.
Barry was explaining something about English literature to Bobbie, and he didn't appear to even be interested in her. Ginny decided that someone had accidentally brushed against her and not even noticed he had done so. She began talking with Gordie and was caught up in a long description of his favorite football plays, when she felt the same pressure on her thigh, only higher up this time. She shifted a little in her chair and continued to listen to Gordie. If someone wanted to play footsie under the table with her, that was alright, too!
She stopped in the middle of a sentence when she felt a warm breath on her leg. "Do you have a dog?" she asked Gordie, about to raise the tablecloth and look under the table herself.
"No," Gordie replied, smiling in a strange sort of way. "The grounds aren't fenced and we decided that we didn't want any animals in the house. Why do you ask, Ginny?"
"Oh, I was just wondering," Ginny replied, deciding that her mind was playing tricks on her. She had consumed over four glasses of wine and perhaps she had imagined the whole thing. She took another sip of her wine and tried to appear interested in Gordie's conversation again.
A moment later she definitely felt hands on her thighs. This time she knew she hadn't imagined it. She sat perfectly still as the hands moved higher and higher, headed straight towards her golden beaver. She was too shocked to do anything. She just sat there, feeling the hands advance, and not knowing what to do about it.
The hands reached their goal and rubbed gently. God, it felt good! Ginny wasn't about to say anything now. Those hands certainly knew what they were doing and she felt delightful thrills course through her whole body. If the hands were just her imagination from drinking too much wine she wanted to lay in a whole case of that wine!
A dreamy expression swept over her face and she shifted her position slightly, making it easier for the hands to play with her hot, hungry pussy. She tried to listen to the conversation going on around her, but it was hard to respond to normal dinner conversation when the hands were caressing her wet gash and tingling clit. Oh, God! Now they had moved higher and were loosening her panties, rolling them down around her hips.
Ginny managed to respond to one of Gordie's questions with a nod, and she lifted her ass-cheeks slightly so the hands could remove her lacy little panties.
She glanced around her quickly, hoping that no one had noticed the sudden blush of passion that had spread across her face. Everyone seemed oblivious to what was happening to her, though. It was just another dinner party to them, but Ginny could feel the hands spreading her thighs wide, and she gasped as she felt hot breath on her dripping pussy!
She gasped again as a hot tongue scraped across her hard, throbbing clitty, and glided away again. She was poised on the edge of her chair, waiting for a another probe of that delicious tongue, when she heard Harry asking her another question.
"What's the matter, Ginny? Am I boring you with all this talk about history?" Harry asked. He had been talking about a test he had aced the previous week.
"Oh, no. Not at all, Harry!" Ginny responded quickly, and then sucked in her breath as the hidden tongue found its target again. It seemed like everyone was asking her questions and waiting for her replies while the flickering tongue wound its way in and out of the crevices of her swelling, pink cunt, making it impossible for her to think of any intelligent answers.
She glanced quickly at Rhea, and noticed that her pretty roommate was blushing bright red and shifting uncomfortably in her chair. Suddenly Ginny laughed, catching Rhea's eyes. From the look on Rhea's face, someone was under the table on her side, too, and Rhea was as puzzled and as delighted as Ginny!
For a split second Ginny wondered if the tongue was male or female, but then she decided that it didn't matter whether it was man or woman. The tongue was obviously educated in the ways of licking a cunt, and that was all that counted. Ginny intended to enjoy every minute of it!
Rhea had been as shocked as Ginny when she had first felt the hands under the table. She had thought, at first, that it was either Linc or Ching, but they were busily eating, with both hands visible above the tablecloth. She had heard Ginny ask about clogs and had come to the conclusion that the touch under the table was definitely human!
She gasped as the tongue darted out to flick her little clit, and she almost upset her wine glass in shock. Then she grinned and decided to enjoy this delightful part of a frat dinner party. She had noticed that no one else except Ginny seemed to be having any problems talking, and she had guessed that they were the only two to be treated to this during-dinner entertainment!
"What's the matter, Rhea?" Linc asked, smiling at her knowingly and grasping her hands as she was about to reach under the table to try to discover the identity of her unseen lover. He held her hands firmly in his, commenting to the group at large. "Rhea's got cold hands. Guess I'll have to hold them and warm them up for her."
Then he had grinned at her in perfect understanding. Looking into his eyes, she knew that Linc was well aware of the probing tongue under the table. She found that she could not drop her eyes from his and she was caught, lost in his gaze as the flickering tongue sent waves of passion through her cunt.
Ginny was in seventh heaven! Now the unknown lover under the table was sucking her clitty into his mouth and chewing her hard shaft with his sharp teeth. She tried to look like nothing unusual was happening, but she couldn't pretend any longer. She had to know who those beautiful lips and tongue belonged to. She started to reach under the table as Rhea had done, and found her hands firmly imprisoned by Barry, who had missed none of the expressions that had crossed her beautiful face.
"Let me tell your fortune," he said, holding both of her hands in his, palms outstretched. "I can tell that you are in store for a big surprise, very pleasant! You will meet an unseen admirer in a very short time, who will live up to your fondest dreams. As a matter of fact, I believe he will appear right now, and carry you off to his castle!"
As Barry finished speaking, Ginny felt her chair push slowly from the table, and the head and shoulders of her unknown admirer appeared. Ginny tried vainly to cover her luscious pink pussy with her hands, but the man under the table wouldn't let her hide herself. He spread out her cunt-lips widely, and Barry recaptured her hands again.
"Herbie! You old beaver-eater!" Susie yelled, laughing with glee. "I might have known you'd have something special planned for Ginny! Lot's see an after-dinner muff-dive, Herbie! You've had her all to yourself all during the meal. Now we get to watch, too!"
Ginny was so flabbergasted, she couldn't even protest. Herbie's head buried itself between her legs again, and she squealed as his tongue connected once more with her quivering pussy. She half-heartedly tried to stop him, but his darting tongue and sucking mouth soon overcame her weak protests. She threw her head back and surrendered to the delightful action of his mouth and hands in full view of everyone at the table.
Herbie began scraping his tongue flatly across her long, hard clitty, battering it and making smacking sounds with his lips. Her cunt was on fire with his lunging tongue and squeezing lips and her pussy-juice flowed freely, gushing forth in response to his flickering tongue.
The whole group was silent, listening to Ginny's low groans of pleasure and Herbie's eagerly licking and smacking lips. Finally Ginny could stand it no longer. Her whole body shook with every lash of Herbie's punishing tongue. She twisted back and forth, affording him every opportunity to lick the whole expanse of her blushing cunt, sliding forward farther and farther towards his delightful tongue. Ginny's eyes were closed in ecstasy as Herbie scraped his teeth against her clit again and again, pulling and pushing at it, attempting to devour the whole gash of her sweetly creaming pussy in his mouth in one gulp.
Suddenly Ginny screamed, "Aaagh! I'm commming!!" and her face contorted in an expression of incredible delight. White frothy cunt-cream dripped down, shimmering in little pearly drops on Herbie's chin, and Ginny collapsed in her chair as the most intense orgasm of her life ripped through her.
When she was able to think again, she was aware of clapping and whistling, and she opened her eyes to see her sweet roommate spread out in her chair with a tall, dark-haired man kneeling on the floor in front of her wet, rosy-lipped pussy. Rhea looked as if she were about to pass out with pleasure, as the young man licked and sucked her tiny rosebud into his mouth and tickled it with his tongue.
"Ooohh!" Rhea breathed, and Ginny could tell that her lovely roommate was about to come to the same kind of crashing climax she herself had just experienced. "Aaagh! Aaagh! Aaagh!" Rhea sputtered, and would have fallen off her chair with the intensity of the pleasure that swept through her, if Linc hadn't leaped up to support her.
Rhea opened her eyes slowly and a grin spread over her flushed face. All traces of her earlier shyness were gone and she didn't even bother to pull down the skirt of her bright-yellow dress. "Some dinner party!" she breathed, and the assembled group almost fell off their chairs in laughter.