Bikini Sorority House Party

Disclaimer: The following story contains sex scenes and rude words. It's fairly tame, and I'm pretty broad-minded, but the decency laws in most states would require it not be read by persons under 18. Also, if you're offended by adult themes, you should probably leave now.

More importantly, this tale features women presented as sexual objects. There is nothing wrong with this as they are only fictional characters. I urge readers, especially young males, to not regard real women in this way.

This work is (c) 2002 the author. Permission is granted to freely distribute, provided it is not altered in any way. It may not be posted to any website or included in any archive without the author's permission.

There is no Nicola. All characters are fictitious. The situations are made-up. This is only a fantasy, and any similarity to real persons, events & institutions is pure coincidence.

Bikini Sorority House Party

(The Audition) The gorgeous blonde girl looked into the camera with her baby-blue eyes and gave a winsome smile.

"Hi, I'm Teri. I'm 19 years old, and I'm a freshman here at the Fellwood University."

Nicola liked what she saw. Turning to the cameraman, the Aussie starlet murmured, "Make sure you get good footage of her body."

He was happy to oblige, panning down from that beautiful face framed by honey-blonde locks, down to her impressive cleavage barely contained in a cut-off FU t-shirt. The camera lingered on her boobs, noting the generous shape of her bra-less breasts, before continuing down a tanned, smoothed exposed stomach (and cute little belly button). The camera flowed gracefully downward over the co-ed's exquisite body, sliding past skimpy denim shorts and long, lean legs.

Nicola licked her lips as she ogled this hot little bunny. "And what are your measurements?" she asked.

Teri gave a toss of her hair. "I'm 36-24-34." She nearly dissolved into a fit of giggles. 'I'm sorry," she said, "I've never done anything like this before."

"That's OK," Nicola replied, "I can remember how nervous I was my first audition." Indeed, it seemed like only yesterday she was parading her body for Mr. Spinetti, stripping her way to the lead in 'Bikini Bandits'.

Still smirking but relatively composed, Teri placed her hands on her hips, pushing her boobs out toward the video camera.

"First up, my name is Nicola Baron. The movie is called 'Bikini Sorority House Party'. If you're familiar with these kinds of movies they're kinda cute, kinda silly, with quite a bit of nudity."

An adorable look crossed Teri's face, somewhere between embarrassment and amusement. "Yeah, that's OK with me."

Nicola smiled. Even if she was new to this, Teri obviously knew what was required of her and willing to do.

"Now, because of this we're going to need to see you take some clothes off, to make sure you're right for the part."

"Sure," Teri replied perkily. "You wanna see me naked now?"

"Please!" laughed Nicola.

Teri fought back another giggle and reached for the bottom hem of her t-shirt. She lifted her shirt gracefully over her head, baring a pair of very cute tits. The blonde co-ed tossed the shirt aside and went back to posing.

"I hope you like what you see," she purred. Indeed, Nicola was taking more than just professional interest in the T & A show before her hungry eyes. "Nice, very nice," she murmured. Teri turned slowly, showing off her body from every angle. Her boobs were pert, nipples slightly erect. Nicola noticed she had no tan lines, Teri's chest was as evenly brown as her own.

"Now your shorts please."

Teri turned, facing away from the camera. She bent over, slowly tugging down the denim shorts, revealing more and more of her smooth ass. Finally, they fell crumpled at her ankles and Teri stepped out of them. Now completely nude, she turned back to face the camera, all the while fighting to stop from bursting into laughter.

Teri was even more gorgeous nude than clothed. Her body was so sleek, so lithe. She sported a very cute little muff of strawberry blonde pubic hair that matched that on her head. The tan was for her top only, her crotch by contrast was as white as snow.

"I see somebody enjoys topless sunbathing," Nicola quipped.

"Yeah, we have a pool out back. It's a great way to relax, take a break from study."

"Thank-you, that'll be fine," Nicola told Teri. "You can get dressed now."

The co-ed retrieved her clothes. "God, that's a sexy accent," she said. "So husky, it gives me it the chills."

Nicola's eyes lit up. She'd struck gold here. "Thanks, Teri. Perhaps you could bring your sorority sisters in and I can speak to you all?"

Teri nodded, and with a cute little wiggle of her ass she sashayed out of the room.

Nicola was totally stoked when Mr. Spinetti accepted her script for production. Nicola had taken her experiences in B-movies and written her own sex comedy- "Bikini Sorority House Party", a saucy romp about the Theta Pi sorority (known as the "Thigh girls") who need to come up with $10,000 when the crusty old Dean threatens to close them down. As well as starring, Nicola would direct and co-produce.

It was decided to do something a little different for "Bikini Sorority House Party". Instead of shooting in Hollywood with the usual cast of starlets, Mr. Spinetti thought it would be neat to find a real all-American sorority, complete with gorgeous co-eds who'd be willing to play the saucy sorority babes.

And so the nationwide search had begun, the search that had finally brought them to Fellwood University, in upstate New York. Here, on this small campus, Nicola found Constance House, an historic sorority snuggled away on a quiet, oak-lined lane. Established back in the 19th century by notorious bluestocking Constance Frye, Constance House was a large, elegant old villa surrounded by beautiful gardens. Very peaceful and serene.

However, Nicola had heard that the girls who lived there were anything but peaceful and serene.

The three girls in question strode into the lounge where Nicola had been taping their auditions, led by Teri the statuesque blonde who was also House Leader.

Sunny was a short brunette with enormous boobs, showcased by the pink halter-top she wore. Nicola knew from her audition that she was the wild one of the bunch, always ready to show off her buxom figure.

Cindy was tall and elegant, wearing a little black dress that showed off her long stocking-clad legs. She was the New York debutante whose sophisticated appearance belied her inner party girl.

The three sorority girls stood in front of Nicola, eager to hear if their application to be in 'Bikini Sorority House Party' had been successful. From a portrait over the mantelpiece their illustrious founder Ms. Constance Frye gazed down on them, a gorgeous young woman wearing a low-cut gown that would've looked daring even on her modern-day successors.

"Teri, Sunny, Cindy, I'd like to congratulate you. I think you girls, and Constance House, would be just perfect for 'Bikini Sorority House Party'. We start shooting this Saturday."

The girls squealed in delight.

"I can't wait to be a star!" Teri enthused.

"You better make sure you bring along a lens wide enough to shoot these babies," quipped Sunny, cupping her boobs.

Just then a fourth girl entered the lounge. Nicola had only seen Teri, Sunny and Cindy at the auditions, and looked in surprise at the newcomer. She was very pretty, although she played it down, wearing an awful blue dress that hid most of her body, thick glasses, and her hair tied back in a severe bun.

"Goodness, you must be the Hollywood people," she said, blushing.

"Kim, this is Nicola Baron, the writer, director and star of 'Bikini Sorority House Party'," Teri introduced them.

Nicola stood, extending her hand to the newcomer. "Please, call me Knickers. If you've come to read for me, would you mind changing into something a little more revealing? A bikini, lingerie, or just nude if you like."

Kim turned beet-red and shook her head. "Umm, no I'm not here to..." Embarrassed, she turned and fled.

"Sorry about that," Teri explained. "Kim's a little shy. I don't think she's quite right for the movie."

"It's such a shame," Sunny sighed. "With a little work, she could be really hot."

"Well, hot-ish," added Cindy. "But I don't think that little country mouse will ever find the courage to become a starlet."

Hmmmm, thought Nicola. Something tells me that before this adventure is over, little Kimmy would overcome her shyness.

**** (The Crusty Old Dean) Dean Wormley wasn't crusty or old but a short, fat unhappy little man. It had been eight years since his wife had left him, running off to Florida with the pool man. Eight long years of celibacy.

Being Dean of Arts for Fellwood University didn't help. Every morning he'd walk across campus to his office, trying very hard not to stare at the gorgeous co-eds. Blondes, brunettes, red heads, waltzing around the school without realizing the effect their luscious young bodies were having on poor old Dean Wormley.

This time of year was even worse, when the weather started to turn from spring to summer. Cut-off tees became the female student bodies' most conservative article of clothing. Tank tops, halter-tops and even bikini tops were most often seen, and every trip to the Dean's office became a nightmare of trying not to stare at the scarcely concealed breasts bouncing merrily around FU's hallowed halls.

Dean Wormley tried very hard to maintain an untarnished image. He knew any hint of impropriety on his part and he'd be fired instantly. All he needed was one co-ed to object to his leering gaze and his career would be shot. So, he kept his head down and his briefcase across his crotch as he scuttled off to the safety of his office.

But even that sanctuary was denied him. He still had to contend with Mandy, his administrative assistant ('secretary' to the less politically aware), who cheerfully flounced around the office in a leather miniskirt, which flew up with every step, unwittingly revealing creamy-white panties that just didn't quite cover her tight little ass.

This particular morning found Dean Wormley huddled behind his desk, trying not to look out of his office window. Spring was just beginning, and already the co-eds were shedding clothes, showing off smooth thighs and bulging chests. The Dean forced himself to concentrate on the dull paperwork sitting in front of him, but his mind just kept wandering.

Freshmen girls. Hair pulled back in a ponytail. Stretching their nubile young bodies out on the lawn in front of the Student Union, sunning themselves, slipping off shoulder straps to expose their cleavage to the rays, bare mid-riffs quivering as they laughed over some joke. Mmmmm...

Suddenly, his intercom buzzed. Mandy's bubbly voice sang out. "Dean Wormley, there's someone here to see you. There's no appointment scheduled..."

Ah, thank-you! he groaned. Anything to take my mind off those girls. "Show him in, please Mandy."

His office door swung open. The Dean's mouth fell open. It most definitely wasn't a he.

Whoever she was, Dean Wormley hadn't seen her around FU before. He'd've remembered this vision of gorgeousness. She looked like a model- tall, slim and lithe. A mane of raven-colored hair framed a stunning face, her ruby-red lips giving him a hungry smile. She was wearing a short, black dress minidress, the neckline cut low enough to offer tempting glances at her small but perky breasts.

"Dean Wormley," she purred. "My name is Angela Monroe, but you can call me Angel."

The Dean gulped. His dick leapt to attention, straining at the bit and completely unaware that the slightest unseemliness would see him out on the street wondering what brand of dog food goes best with meths.

"Ms., umm, 'Angel'," he stammered. "Please, take a seat." He indicated the chair opposite. Angela's sharp eyes flicked toward it, but instead she perched her bottom on the edge of the Dean's desk, crossing her shapely legs. The hem of her dress rode up on her thighs, and Dean Wormley thought he glimpsed a hint of silky black panties. He quickly looked away.

"W-what can I do for you," he asked. The angelic femme fatale smiled.

"Dean, it's been brought to my attention that one of the sororities on campus is allowing a Hollywood film crew to shoot in their house. I would like you, my dear, sweet little man, to close that sorority down and put a stop to it."

Her honey voice made the Dean melt, but some part of his mind still functioned. "I can't do that. I don't have any authority over the fraternities and sororities. Only the Student Council. I can make submissions to them, but that's all."

Angela gave an exaggerated sigh, tossing her hair over her shoulder. "It must be so hard for a man in your position, Dean Wormley. A divorced man, marooned in a sea of tender, young college-girl flesh."

The Dean's eyes bulged. She knew!

Angela leaned forward, bringing her face toward the Dean's. As she did so, her blouse fell open, revealing her petite cone-shaped tits. His eyes lit up. Nipples! It had been so long since he saw luscious pink nipples! The Dean completely forgot himself. He had to wrap his lips around those tasty nubs! He lunged forward, drooling. "Boobies!"

Angela sprung back out of reach. "Not so fast, mister. You give me what I want, you'll get what you want. That's the deal. You succeed in closing down this sorority and you get a hot, wild, no-one will ever know about it, ride on the fuck-bunny that is Angela Monroe."

Getting a hold of himself, Dean Wormley nodded. He saw what she was offering and he wanted it. "OK," he replied. "I'll see what I can do. Which sorority is it?"

Those red lips smiled once more. "Constance House. I want it closed by Monday."

Constance House. They'd always been a pain in the neck. Administratively, their wild parties and racy pranks gave him problems. Who could forget the Lingerie Ball? The women's swim team and their water-soluble swimming costumes? The cheerleaders' photo-shoot that ended up more suitable for Hustler than the yearbook? The Alumni Association annual dinner dance that somehow ended up being held at a local titty bar?

Plus they always seemed to dress more revealingly than any other sorority on campus, driving him nuts with desire. Somehow it seemed poetic justice that it should be them who get canned. "I'll do it," said the Dean.

Angela paused on her way out the door, smirking down on her little puppet. "You be a good boy and you'll get what you deserve." Laughing, she left his office.

Think, Wormley! he said to himself. His brain and his penis were going to have to work together if they ever wanted to get in the sack with Angel. Constance House must have some weakness, something he could use against them. He buzzed the intercom.

"Mandy, would you call Tom at the Student Council and ask him to bring the Constance House records over here, please?"

**** (Slate One, Take One) Once again, Nicola was surrounded by a film crew and wearing the skimpiest of bikinis. Only this time she was the one calling the shots.

"In this scene," she explained, "the Thigh girls are poolside catching some rays. Things become a little relaxed, bathing suits are loosened, sun-tan lotion is applied, and that's when the crusty old Dean shows up to chew them out."

They were out the back of Constance House, on the first day of shooting for 'Bikini Sorority House Party'. Teri, Sunny and Cindy were all outfitted in very revealing bathing suits and lounging around the pool in the warm, spring air. The crew bustled around the starlets, setting up lights and reflectors, cameras and booms.

"Action!" called Nicola.

"Ahhh..." sighed Cindy, leaning back on her sun lounger to expose her taunt body to the morning sun. "Another day in paradise!"

"You said it, Cindy," replied Sunny, her mammoth chest threatening to burst out of the tiny bikini top she was wearing. "Hey, Teri, come join us!"

In one of those rare occurrences that only happens in real life and bad 'bikini' movies, Teri, Sunny and Cindy's characters were named Teri, Sunny and Cindy.

Teri strode in from the pool house, her tits jiggling with every step. "Yessir, after pulling off another one of our wacky capers there's nothing like a little sunbathing to help us plan the next one."

"So what's next for the Thigh girls?" Cindy laughed. "Bikini carwash? Wet t-shirt contest? Challenge those snooty Gamma Omega girls to a game of strip beach-volleyball?"

"Maybe all three!" quipped Nicola. "But right now I'm in serious need of some rays." The gorgeous Aussie starlet gave a cat-like stretch, arching her boobs toward the heavens. Nicola picked up a tube of suntan lotion and tossed it to Teri.

"Teri, babe, would you do the honors?"

Teri's beautiful blue eyes flashed. "My pleasure."

Nicola sat up on her sun lounger, as Teri slipped in behind her, scooting in close till her crotch was pressed against Nicola's ass. She squirted some lotion onto Nicola's back and began to rub it in.

"Mmmm..." she murmured, closing her eyes. "That feels soooo good."

Teri slipped a finger underneath the spaghetti-strap of Nicola's bikini top. "On or off?" she asked.

"Umm, off I think. I mean, no-one's going to see us here in the privacy of the backyard of our own sorority house, are they?"

No sooner had she uttered those innocent words than Teri was tugging at the knot that held the slip of material against Nicola's chest. It fell away, and Nicola proudly bared her perfect boobs. Teri's hands went back to rubbing lotion on Nicola's smooth, tanned skin. Her fingers roamed at will across the Aussie stunner's back and shoulders.

"Ahhh, Teri, you've got magic hands."

As if by way of reply, Teri's rubdown moved from Nicola's back, slipping under her arms and onto her chest. Nicola's smile grew wider as Teri's searching hands began to massage her tits. Glistening and slippery, Nicola's nipples sprang to attention.

At that moment, Dean Wormley appeared from around the side of Constance House, greeted by the sight of House Leader Teri groping a half-naked woman he'd never seen before. He stopped short and gave a loud gasp of surprise.

Everyone stopped and turned to look at him. Nicola glared at him, annoyed that he had interrupted both shooting and the massage. "Cut!" she called.

"Dean Wormley!" Teri greeted him warmly, still cupping Nicola's bare boobs. "Come to see the fun for yourself?"

The Dean blushed, but stood his ground. Remember what you're here for, he told himself. Just think of that luscious little Angel wrapping her long legs around your waist.

"I just came by to deliver a message," he said through clenched teeth. He didn't know who that strange girl was, but she sure had great tits. Better tits than Angel even...

He shook his head. The girls, scantily clad in their bathing suits, were staring at him. Dean Wormley found himself sweating profusely, his dick wriggling in his pants at the sight of so much bare flesh. He needed to concentrate at the task at hand.

"What is it, Dean Wormley?" Sunny asked, fluttering her big blue eyes at him.

"I've just come from a special session of the Student Council. It seems Constance House has neglected to pay its dues."

"What?" cried Teri. "We're supposed to pay dues?"

"Ignorance is no defense," replied the Dean. "It seems that Constance House owes several years of back dated fees, going back at least as far as 1984. Possibly even longer, but that's the year FU switched to computer records, so the Student Council is willing to extend you the benefit of the doubt and only backdate the arrears to then."

"How much do we owe?" Cindy asked.

The Dean gave a triumphant smile. "$10,000."

"$10,000!" squealed Teri. "We don't have that much money!" She jumped up from the sun-lounger and marched toward Dean Wormley, stopping short right in front of him, her heaving bosom inches from his nose.