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By Anonymous (naughty@tales.cum)

I watched as her boyfriend, David, turned and mimed applause. Shelly was an image of cool elegance, slender in a snug-fitting black slip dress. David eyed her up and down, and noticed that she wore no stockings.
"No stockings?" he asked surprised.
Standing in front of her full length mirror, Shelly smiled back coyly, "...and no panties either!"
"Really?" he replied, with noticeable excitement. "You seem surprised. You're the one that bought this dress for me," Shelly returned.
"Yeah," he returned, slightly confused.
"Hmmmmm..." she replied, "Ever hear of panty-lines?"
He finally understood where she was going and replied, "Well, yes..." Turning around to face me, Shelly replied, "I swear, Julie. Guys can be so dense sometimes."
Smiling, I nodded in agreement.
"What do you mean?" David asked a little hurt. Giggling, I replied, "Hmmmm... let's see... you bought you're girlfriend a dress that shows off 'everything,' but yet you think that it will magically somehow be kind to the lines of her panties..." Embarrassed, David stuttered, "Oh, well, I just thought."
Grinning at his discomfort, Shelly interrupted, "Well, we girls don't like panty lines, David! But this dress you bought for me sure does!"
I walked over to her and gave her a naughty look for teasing him so much.
Grinning, Shelly laughed and said, "Don't you give me that 'bad girl' look. It's just that this dress he bought for me shows off everything, including my panties!"
Giving her a knowing look, I complimented her and told her that nobody would know about her little secret, but the three of us. Glancing back down at her bare legs, I was tempted to suggest that she should at least wear stockings, but I knew that she wanted to show off her legs. Besides, with her perfectly tanned skin, she really didn't need them. As the two of us walked back to the mirror to adjust our hair, I noticed David leaning against a wall and taking all of our preparations in. Looking back at Shelly, I whispered to her, "Thanks for letting me tag along with you and David to this New Years Eve party. I was afraid that tonight would be just another boring evening of watching bad TV at home by myself."
Grinning, Shelly replied, "It was my pleasure, Julie. Besides, maybe we can find you a cute guy at the party tonight!" Wincing, I replied, "...as long as he's nothing like my last boyfriend!"
As she laughed at my response, I caught myself staring into the mirror at her reflection. Shelly was extremely beautiful, but she seemed even more so tonight. As she touched up her brunette spiral curls, I noticed the features that drew most men to her. She stood 5' 9" and carried herself well at 103 pounds. And with an almost perfect hourglass figure (34 24 34), she could easily make heads turn.
Noticing my stare, she turned around and said, "...and just what are you staring at, Julie?"
Grinning wide, I replied, "...my most toughest competition at the party tonight, I think."
Blushing slightly, she giggled, "Do you really think so?"
I pointed over to David's approving eyes, and then whispered back, "Yes!"

As David helped first Shelly, and then myself into our coats, I realized that the dress was indeed, all that she was wearing. Apparently, even her bra must have been a problem, because she was clearly not wearing one either. It was the most revealing party dress I had ever seen her in... and she looked great! What a way to ring in the New Year with her boyfriend! I smiled, knowing that every guy at the party would be wishing for what David already had.
"Are you sure you want to go this New Years Eve party?" David asked Shelly suggestively, "I could call Rob and give him our regrets, and we could all go out to a night club for some dancing instead or even just stay here and."She cut him off with a laugh and cried out, "Down boy! The New Years Eve party first, besides, it would be rude to cancel our plans after I invited Julie along!"
Realizing his thoughtlessness, David turned to me and replied, "Oh, I'm sorry, Julie. I didn't mean to sound like I had forgotten about you or anything, ...I was just being selfish with Shelly's company." Smiling, I replied, "No offense taken, David. I understand completely." Grabbing a hold of my arm, Shelly pulled me away from David and towards her side.
"Besides, I love to be surrounded by lots of people when the countdown starts..." Shelly pleaded.
Realizing that she had made up her mind, David offered her his arm and we all walked out the door.
Fifteen minutes later, we arrived near our destination. Though we were early, the closer parking was already taken. Laughter drifted around from the terrace in the rear and the muffled sounds of dance music could be heard from inside.
"Remember, don't let me drink too much," Shelly whispered to me. Her expression was half serious. Shelly enjoyed a good drink occasionally, even though she had almost no capacity for it. Even a glass of wine turned her giddy. Smiling, I thought about how it also tended to make her overtly sexual. More than two drinks, though, and she would get sleepy and drift off to an almost comatose state.
I laughed at her, "One or two, no more. I'm not about to carry you out of here tonight."
She shot a sour look back at me, as I put on my best angel face.
I would have to keep an eye on her, not that she really needed it; she'd already learned how little tolerance her body had for drinking. Several times in the past, Shelly had come dangerously close to being taken advantage of by guys who exploited her weakness for alcohol.
Reaching the door, we were met by other couples and singles swarming inside. At the door, I was introduced to the host of the party and David's good friend, Rob. After exchanging a few pleasantries, he suggested that all of us rid ourselves of our heavy coats.
After a brief detour upstairs to leave the coats in one of the spare bedrooms, we threaded our way through the mob in the living room to join the even larger mob on the terrace. There must have been over 150 people there already. Rob introduced us to a few of the attendees and then left us to return to the door. He waved goodbye and we waved back, and then moved on. Most of the guests were people I didn't recognize, although Shelly and David saw quite a few people they recognized.

Looking around at all the people dancing in the dimly lit main room, I thought Shelly might want to join in with David. "Did you want to dance with David, Shelly?"
Shelly shook her head and replied, "Maybe later. I'd like to circulate a bit and introduce you to some people, first." Wine glasses in hand, we did just that.
Before long, Shelly had introduced me to most of her female friends, as well as, quite a few cute single guys. Bored with the introductions, David wandered over to join the guys listening to the band. Looking back every once in awhile, I could see that David was keeping an eye on Shelly and the several men in attendance around the two of us.
As I took turns dancing with a few of the cute guys, I watched as Shelly made her way over to the stage. I laughed, as she pulled David's stubborn body out onto the dance floor to finally dance. I knew he wasn't very big on dancing, but as I watched him, I noticed that he wasn't all that bad.
After several dances with her, she called me over to relieve her, so that she could wet her lips once more.
As I happily stepped in, David asked her, "Shelly, how many drinks have you had?"
Slightly embarrassed in my presence, she responded, "Just two. I'm switching to punch, now."
Relieved, David turned back towards me and began to dance. Moving up close to him, I winked and pretended not to know about her weakness, "She can't hold her liquor, can she?" Now he was embarrassed. He paused awkwardly at the question.
David finally managed a smile and replied, "A couple of drinks are her limit. Anymore than that and she's out cold for the rest of the night." Moving even closer, I giggled, "I guess she better stick to the punch, then!"
Nodding in agreement, he smiled and began to dance faster. As the two of us danced together, I couldn't help but to notice his striking features and handsome face. He was an extremely attractive guy, I thought to myself, and a pretty good dancer. I continued to dance for about a half dozen more numbers with Shelly's boyfriend, before I finally began to worry about Shelly's whereabouts.
Mirroring my anxiety, David said, "C'mon. Let's go find Shelly. She's been gone an awfully long time, now."
I agreed. We both began to weave through the heavy crowds of people on the dance floor. Fearful of being split up and lost, I had to grasp David's hand a little more tightly than I was comfortable with because of the tremendous crowds of people pushing in all directions.
"There!" I cried out, "There she is!"
David looked over in the direction of my extended finger and he spotted Shelly dancing off to the side of the main crowd. Relieved that I had found her, I didn't notice at first, that she wasn't dancing alone. It wasn't until David and I got closer, that we noticed she was dancing with another guy.
"I told you she was fine," I smiled.
As I waited for his reply, I wondered why Shelly was dancing with someone other than her boyfriend. Looking up at David's eyes, I could tell that he was wondering the same thing. I saw a twinge of jealousy in his face and I knew that I should say something.
"C'mon, let's dance some more..."
Looking across at Shelly and then over to me, David replied, "Yeah, but I don't know that guy..."
I grinned at him and then forced him back a few steps. I walked up to him and threw my arms around his neck and pulled his body up close and tight. "You guys are all the same, aren't you?" I laughed, "So possessive!"
Immediately, he began to defend himself.
Before he could start any debate however, I forced him back into the crowd and said, "Uh-uhn. Don't even start! Possessiveness is so unattractive to a girl! Let Shelly have a little freedom and fun, O.K."

Normally, I think he would have just rushed over to Shelly and pulled her away, but something in what I said seemed to make sense to him. Though I knew he wasn't completely comfortable with the whole idea of letting Shelly dance with someone else, I think he also didn't want me to think that he really was a possessive person. So, he gave in and started dancing again. David tried to keep an eye on Shelly as we danced, but I caught on and moved him further and further away.
Looking through the crowds of people, I saw Shelly one last time and noticed that she was enjoying herself, but she wasn't dancing with her usual careful restraint. I took in her flushed expression and raw, almost predatory, dancing style with a frown. She was playing with fire tonight, but I still didn't want to see her get burned!
Quickly I moved David through the crowds of people till I was sure that she was out of his sight completely. Maybe, I was over-reacting, I thought. Shelly was probably just flushed from dancing so long. That's it, I thought. I felt better. Before I could ponder the thought any further though, the music paused abruptly and then restarted.
David was caught off guard, as every girl in the place, including myself, cried out.
"I love this song!" I whispered to him, as I grabbed a hold of his hands and pulled myself in even closer against his body. He tried to pull away, but it was no use. I was determined to dance teasingly close to him. The song that set off all the girls was called, "Short Dick Man" by the girl-group 'Twenty Fingers.' And though the lyrics were obscene and rather insulting towards men in general, it did have a good dance beat.
As the crowd shuffled back and forth frantically, I caught sight of Shelly once again. I noticed that Shelly was still dancing with the same guy, only much more closely than before. David caught sight of my wondering eyes and grabbed hold of my chin with his hand and turned me back to face him. "It isn't nice to ignore your dance partner," he cried out. "Sorry," I replied, as I watched to see if he noticed what had caught my eye. Thankfully, he did not!
With great effort, I managed to concentrate on David alone, for the rest of the dance. As soon as it finished though, I returned my attention back to where Shelly and the stranger had been. But, they were gone. "Let's get a drink," David said, breathing hard, "I could use one. And let's see if Shelly wants to join us?"
Relieved, I readily agreed and we began to make our way through the crowds looking for Shelly. She was nowhere to be found. As we drew nearer to the spot where I had last seen her, a new song started up and the crowds shifted once again. As David and I were pushed backwards and away from the main dance floor, I began to grow more concerned about her disappearance.
"There's Shelly!" I heard David cry out from behind me. This time, it was my turn to follow his pointed finger. As my eyes began to adjust to the darkened corner of the room that David was pointing to, I did indeed see Shelly. As we made our way through the crowds, I watched, as Shelly drew close to her suitor once again.

Following behind David, I watched as Shelly moved her body right up against the stranger. Instead of dancing though, Shelly continued to move in closer and then suddenly began French-kissing the strange guy. "OOPS!" I mumbled, as David took in the scene. Rushing out in front of him, I saw his face redden immediately and his fists tightened. Cautiously, I moved in front of him and held him back.
"Wait!" I said pressingly, "Don't jump to any conclusions!"
"Get out of my WAY, Julie!" he yelled out to me. "WAIT!" I yelled back, making him stop in his tracks, "I don't want to see anyone get hurt! Please, Let me go get her for you!"
"THEN GET HER OVER HERE NOW!!" he barked out madly. Still pushing against his chest with my small hands, I said, "O.K. But you stay here. Stay here O.K.!"
David watched, as I walked away quickly. I turned around several times to see if he was following me, before I finally reached Shelly. He continued to watch with growing anger, as I desperately tried to reach the intertwined couple. Finally, I reached Shelly and called out to her. Nothing. I called out to her again, this time louder. Still nothing. Either she was ignoring me or she was very into what she was doing, I thought.
Walking right up to the kissing couple, I took hold of her right shoulder and pulled her back some. With great reluctance, Shelly moved a step backwards. Relieved that I had broken their locked lips, I didn't immediately notice that they were still physically connected lower. It wasn't until Shelly recognized my face in the darkness of the room, that she took a few more steps backwards. It was at that point, that I saw his hand slide out from underneath the front of her dress.
As he drew his hand back to his side, I could clearly see that his index finger was glistening wet. Shocked and embarrassed, I took both of my hands and pulled Shelly away from the guy. Irritated by my intrusion, the stranger moved forward to pull Shelly back to him, but I stood in front of her and yelled at him and he immediately backed off. Looking over at David, I waved and forced a small smile to let him know that everything was O.K. From his perspective, I knew that he couldn't have seen what else they were doing besides kissing and I was glad.
Looking at Shelly, I noticed she also looked extremely disappointed and upset at my intrusion. Boiling mad, David waited as I wrapped Shelly's arm over my shoulder and carefully walked her back to him.
When we finally reached him, David exploded. "JUST WHAT THE HELL IS THE MATTER WITH YOU, SHELLY?" he yelled.
"Calm down," I interrupted, "It's not her fault! She's DRUNK!"
"Drunk?" he echoed, "What do you mean she's drunk? She hasn't had but two glasses of wine and some punch tonight?"
"Look, I don't know anything about what she's had to drink, but she's drunk! Look at her!" I shot back irritated.
Looking at Shelly, David noticed her eyes were slightly glazed over and she was having a hard time standing on her own. Shelly tried to mumble something, but it came out incoherent.
"Shelly, just how much wine did you drink?" he questioned once again.
She giggled at his worried expression.
"I only had two glasses... hiccup... and then I switched to ...hiccup... punch," she replied.Though David tried hard to find fault with her answer, Shelly's face wasn't really built for lies and David could tell that she wasn't lying now.
Though he was comforted by the conclusion, he was still confused by her drunkenness. And it still took all of his willpower not to be mad at her.
Needless to say, I chose not to mention anything about where her suitor's hands had been. Shelly was cute when she got drunk, but she was also dangerous!
I looked up at David and said, "Give her a break, David. She didn't really mean to kiss that guy."
"O.K. I'll give her a break this time, but only if you help me get her over to a chair," he answered.
"Deal," I cried out happily and with noticeable relief.
We both steered her towards the food tables. Sitting her down gently, David turned and thanked me.

"No problem," I returned, as he sat down next to Shelly and tried to get her to eat something. I hoped she would eat something, so she wouldn't just have a stomach full of alcohol, but she didn't appear to be very hungry.
"Julie," David whispered in my ear, "Watch her for a few minutes, while I find Rob."
Nodding my head, I continued to hold Shelly upright and smiled back sympathetically.
After several minutes and no luck, David returned. As he neared the tables, I noted that Shelly was drinking a tall glass of the milky-looking cherry punch. She sipped, then took a much bigger swallow. "Any luck?" I asked.
"None," he returned, "I wanted to tell him that the three of us were going to leave, but I can't find him anywhere."
"Leaving?" I replied disappointed, "...but we'll miss the countdown to midnight in twenty minutes."
He sat down next to me and replied, "I don't want to leave yet either, but I think Shelly is all partied out!"
We both looked over at her, as she continued to drink glass after glass of the milky cherry punch.
"Did she eat anything?" he questioned, as he noticed all the food on the table.
I pointed at a chocolate cake and said, "She licked some icing off of this cake, but other than that No. Although, she seems to have really taken to that milky punch!"
Drinking a sip from Shelly's glass, my face brightened. "Wow! I can see why..." I said, as I took another drink, "This is really good stuff!
David laughed at the surprise in my voice and got a glass for himself. After a few sips, he agreed with me it was good: creamy, mildly cherry flavored, and slightly fizzy. I sipped mine slowly, then laughed again, when I saw that Shelly had finished another glass and was asking for a refill.
"Ready to go home, Shelly?" David called out. "Not just yet, David! Let her sit down for a while," I pleaded, "...and you can help yourself to some of the food that I see you drooling at." Before he could answer, his stomach gave a rumble and I laughed out, "See! I'm right!"
He agreed and made himself a small plate of food. "Slow down, Shelly," I said, "Or you'll be spending the rest of the night peeing in the little girl's room!" Looking over at Shelly, David noticed that she had emptied a half dozen glasses of the cherry punch and was asking me get her yet another. "Give me her glass," he interrupted, "I'll get her a refill, Julie."

As he walked to the bowl of punch, he bumped into Rob filling a glass for himself.
Looking at the two of them talking, I saw a look of disbelief wash over David's face. Seconds later, he put the empty glass down and rushed back over. When he got back, my fears were confirmed. The punch had been spiked. When David told me that it contained a quart of cherry ice cream, a big bottle of ginger ale, and two bottles of cheap sparkling wine, I began to worry. Shelly's head was resting on the table now and she was sound asleep. A few of her glasses had been knocked over and a good size puddle of red liquid was settling into the starched white tablecloth.
"I think she needs to lie down for a while," I said.
"What happened?" he asked.
"It's the punch," I replied, "...she was sitting here drinking her punch when all of a sudden, she just slumped over."
"It's full of alcohol..." David replied, "...a great deal more than she's used to."
Sitting down beside me, I could tell that he had suddenly lost all interest in the buffet.
Even at that dilution, Shelly had just finished the equivalent of at least eleven more normal-sized glasses of wine. The only way we were going to get her home now, was by carrying her."
Lifting her head off the table, David replied, "I need to get her somewhere to lie down for a little while."
I thought for a second and then answered, "If we can get her upstairs, we can use the spare bedroom next to the coatroom. I noticed it was empty earlier. We can let her sleep some of it off there."
Despite our best efforts, Shelly stayed asleep all the way up the stairs and to the bedroom.
Laying her down on the bed, David turned to me and asked, "Do you think she'll be all right here?"
I walked over to the bed and sat down on the corner, "Shelly will be just fine."
Feeling more reassured, he sat on the bed next to her. We both turned to look at Shelly on the bed. Shelly managed a sleepy smile, but continued to twist and turn with the discomfort of her tight-fitting dress. "She'll be fine after a nap. Give her an hour or two and I'm sure she'll feel better," I said with encouragement, "Just turn out the lights and let her sleep till then."
David then pulled off her heels and scooted her feet up onto the bed. "We really should get her out of that dress, though," I added, "I don't think it was meant to sleep in!"
Embarrassed, David turned to me and said, "...but she's not wearing anything underneath, though?"
"Oh! ...that's right!" I smiled and then stood up, "I guess she had better keep the dress on, then."
As I set her heels by the foot of the bed, David noticed that Shelly's struggling had caused her dress to ride up on her thighs. Embarrassed, he quickly pulled down the hem of her dress down, so that it covered her upper thighs once again. Satisfied that she was decent, he kissed Shelly on the lips and said 'Goodnight.'

"Awww...Isn't that sweet?" I laughed, "You're such a gentleman."
Turning and giving me a wry look, he stood up and walked over to me.
"And one for you as well," he said, as he leaned in and kissed my cheek, ".for all your help tonight."
After he pulled away, I responded, "You really are a gentleman!" "Let's go," he said, as he took my hand and walked out of the room, closing the door behind us.
We walked back down the stairs and re-entered the dance floor for some more dancing. Several minutes later, the music stopped and everyone counted down to midnight. After some screaming and cheering, everyone began to dance once again. David turned out to be great company and I really began to enjoy the party.
Whether we were dancing, talking, or drinking, David did a wonderful job of keeping me too busy to brood over being single and alone on New Year's Eve. Over the next couple of hours, the crowd of dancers, including David and I, shifted gradually outside, till only a small, mostly-male group was left inside, dividing their attention between the bar and a big screen television in the far left corner.
As the crowds thinned and the night slowed, David and I sat in the terrace area and had a quiet conversation. David surprised me with his wit and intelligence time and time again, and I was really glad that Shelly had picked someone like him for a boyfriend. I grew so comfortable, that I kicked back in my chair and just listened to him tell story after story.
At one point, he stopped talking and started to laugh out loud, when he noticed the long line outside the downstairs bathroom. It wasn't too much longer though, before some guy discovered the upstairs bathroom, and everyone raced up the stairs to use it.
"I guess they all drank more than they could hold," I giggled, "Now, maybe they'll understand what we girls have to go through waiting in line for the bathroom?"
David chuckled, when he noticed that some of the guys were making several trips to the upstairs bathroom.
"I guess I shouldn't laugh though," David replied, "...because I've got to go to the bathroom too!"
"C'mon," I replied, "I'll walk you up."
We both walked in and started up the stairs. As we reached the top of the stairs, I was surprised, when I didn't see anyone around. "I wonder where all the guys went?" I asked, "Are they all at another bathroom we don't know about or something?"
Continuing down the hall, we finally saw the bathroom.
"Thank goodness!" David replied, as he turned to me, "I'll be right out!"
"Take your time," I answered back, "...I'm going to check up on Shelly.
Just meet me there when you're done."
"Good idea," he responded, "We should get her home soon."
I walked further down the hall and then rounded the corner. Looking ahead, I noticed several guys walking towards me talking loudly and laughing.
The more I thought about it, the more I thought that David was probably right. I didn't like the increase in the back and forth traffic we'd been seeing up the stairs. Shelly would be better off at home.
As I walked nearer, I was surprised to hear the distinctive moans of a woman. I shook my head wryly. That was most likely, what the boys had been laughing at. Just then, I saw a girl walk out of a room down the hall with her coat in her hand.
Passing her in the hall, I replied, "...sounds like someone's having way too much fun up here!"
"Yeah," she replied, "I heard her moaning a couple of hours ago too, when I came up to use the bathroom!"
I looked at her unbelievingly, "...a couple of hours ago... and you heard her from all the way down the hall?"
"Yes," she returned, "...she's been going at it for awhile! Sounds like her voice is finally giving out though..." I smiled and repeated, "...way too much fun!"
Smiling, the other girl agreed and walked away.

As I neared the coatroom, the moans grew even louder. They were definitely coarse and tired, though. As I passed the room, I looked around to see where the sound was coming from. Well, it wasn't the coatroom. The room was empty of people. As I came up upon the bedroom next to it, Shelly's room, I noticed that the light was on, and the door was ajar.
Stopping in my tracks, I tried to remember if we had shut the door and turned off the light. Faster than I could answer though, I was in the doorway and pushing the door open, before I realized that the female moans of ecstasy were coming from inside.
After an endless moment of shocked paralysis, I moved forward, but then froze once again. I hadn't the time or the mental clarity to form a coherent plan; I was operating on the level of reflex. And it was pure reflex that bludgeoned me to a horrified halt just inside the doorway.
From the door, I could only see the back of the man who had mounted her, his pants wrapped around his ankles and his eyes tightly clenched shut. What held me frozen, though, was the sight of Shelly's heels hooked into position behind his knees, urging him deeper inside of her. Her face was contorted in a familiar, just-before-orgasm expression; seconds later her heels locked in place and her moans intensified and changed to the choked screams that signaled her sexual release. Before she had completely finished, a much deeper groan signaled his.
As I stood frozen in place, I heard Shelly gasp out loudly, as the man thrust his cock all the way inside of her. I watched in shock, as his lower body pulsed and shook with the release of his semen into her. After what seemed like an eternity, he began to slowly withdraw his still erect and throbbing cock back out of her.
As each glistening inch emerged, I found myself staring at his incredible size. I saw her thrust her hips upwards, as she desperately tried to reclaim his swollen length inside of her. As he continued to slide his throbbing cock out of her velvet opening, her hands shot down between her legs and instinctively tried to stop his sweet departure.
But despite her insistent thrusting and her two-handed grip on his cock, he still sprung free. It was then, my turn to gasp out loud when I saw his full size. His dick was longer and thicker than any I had ever seen before. As he stood lingering over her body to catch his breath, I stared with disbelief at the thick strand of milky-white liquid stretching from between her thighs to the tip of his cock. Breathing hard, Shelly released her grip on his waist and let her arms fall to her sides.
Not knowing what to do, I remained standing frozen, just a few feet away from my best friend and her strange new lover. It was then, that I remembered David. He would be furious!!

Just as I was about to cry out for him to get the hell off of her, he moaned out loudly once again. Startled, I watched with surprise, as his glistening cock twitched wildly, and then shot forth five more thick spurts of sticky white liquid. I winced with displeasure, as I saw each of the thick white spurts make contact on Shelly's pretty black party dress. Almost immediately afterwards, he was on his feet and pulling his boxer shorts and pants up.
Embarrassed and ashamed, I quickly and silently slipped back out the door. Walking down the hall a little, I stood by another door, to make it seem like I was waiting for someone. As the door to Shelly's room opened and he walked out, he showed a little surprise when he turned and saw me in the hallway. With a friendly grin and a nervous 'hello,' he brushed past me and down the corridor, before I could get my frozen voice chords to respond.
Looking down the hall nervously for David and seeing no sign of him, I quickly re-entered Shelly's room and shut the door. Shelly lay almost completely naked on the bed. The sheets were torn from the bed and the comforter was nothing more than a wadded-up ball beside the pillow. Her party dress was bunched up at her waist and stained with numerous white splotches. Her face had relaxed again; eyes closed, and she seemed at least half asleep. Her chest still had a faint, post-orgasmic flush, though, and her firm nipples were still very erect. I gave one last shuddering gasp and stepped forward, but not before locking the door behind me.
Not too surprisingly, I began to notice that the whole room reeked of sex. As I walked closer, I saw a thick milky-white stream of semen running from the swollen lips of her vagina. Even now, she didn't seem to be aware of me.
"Shelly!" I cried out.
No response.
"Shelly!" I repeated.
I shook her, but her eyes remained closed. Though she did mumble something that might have been my name. I began to tremble with rage as I stood beside the bed. There was semen trails all over the bedding and her body.
I could see it all, playing like a movie inside my head:
The first man must have stumbled into the room by mistake and found Shelly asleep.
Struggling while she slept, she had probably made her dress bunch up at her waist again and exposed her smooth and tanned upper thighs to his eyes. His embarrassment had changed to arousal.
Knowing Shelly, she was probably already wet from the alcohol and from what I knew of Shelly, her normal response under the influence of alcohol is to spread her legs in invitation.
His acceptance.
And if she was already aroused, I knew that Shelly could respond, even orgasm, without fully waking.
And since she was so eager, he probably couldn't resist bragging to a friend or two. And of course, they would have wanted a 'piece' for themselves, so they could brag in turn.
I tried to remember how many men I'd seen make the trip up the stairs.
Five? ...Six? More? I couldn't be sure; some had gone up more than once. At a minimum, half a dozen men had taken her body. I stared down at her ravished body. Even now, she was so pretty that it hurt. Her legs were flexed and still slightly spread, framing her ravished pussy. Though her inner lips were still swollen and slightly agape, the pink of her core was hidden by the thick white stream that oozed down to form an obscene pool beneath her. She had been filled with so much semen, that she was over-flowing.
I turned to Shelly helplessly and asked, "What do I do? Call the police? Attack the men responsible? Take you to the doctor? What?" I thought some more. David would be at the door any second. How would I explain what I had just witnessed? Or what his girlfriend had just done?
"Please, let her be on the pill!" I cried out loud. Looking back at the large amount of sticky white liquid between her legs, I wondered if even the 'pill' could protect her from the river of sperm inside of her.
Smoothing out her stained dress, I could tell that none of them had even bothered to use a condom on her!"
I could feel my blood boiling.
Grabbing Shelly's arm, I cried out to her, "What do I do? Should I call the police? Will we be able to prove rape?" Opening her eyes only long enough to blink once, Shelly stretched out her legs and then was out again.
Looking at her sympathetically, I thought to myself, "I don't know. I only saw one of them with her. And he could claim, and truthfully so, that she had enjoyed it! I don't know if the police would even bother to file charges?"

"...But I can't just let it go!" I cried out to myself frustrated.
Shelly may not have been fucked against her will, but I was sure that she was fucked without her complete consent! Reluctantly though, I decided that Shelly would probably be happier if I kept the whole thing quiet. She could deal with this to her, it would be no more than a half-recalled erotic dream.
David, on the other hand, would never forgive her. And if he did, he would never completely trust her again. Somehow, I knew it would be better, if he never found out. After all, what he didn't know, couldn't hurt him, right?
After making my decision, I quickly began to make Shelly 'presentable' again. With some effort, I managed to straighten Shelly's stained dress back over her body. Counting the seconds to David's arrival at the door, I quickly rinsed the white splotches on her dress as best as I could. Looking around at the room, I knew there would be no way I could disguise what had happened in it before David arrived at the door.
Knowing this, I made the decision to move Shelly out of the room, before David got back. Wrapping her arm around my shoulder, I lifted her from the bed and walked towards the door with her. As we walked out the door and into the hall, I looked down the hallway and saw David rounding the corner.
"Whew!" I sighed, "We just barely made it, Shelly!"
Sleeping fast on my shoulder, I knew that Shelly would thank me later. I just prayed that David wouldn't notice the 'wet spots' on her dress or the lingering scent of sex on her body. Luckily, he didn't notice anything, as he helped me carry Shelly down the stairs and into the car. I would have to make sure that Shelly took a hot bath later at home before I left her alone with him, I thought to myself.
As David pulled away, I looked back one last time at the house. I couldn't help thinking about all the guys that Shelly had helped start off the New Year with a BANG!