Sara gets her drink drugged and she gets fucked pt 1

“Oh my god, Sara, you’re embarrassing me,” Amanda hissed.

Sara had claimed she wasn’t going to drink at all when Amanda had finally agreed to bring her along to a real college party. Then, when they got there, she claimed she would only have one drink. Then two. As far as Amanda knew Sara only had about two and a half drinks and yet she was totally shitfaced.

Amanda had no reason to suspect Sara would embarrass her; Sara had always seemed totally chaste and innocent. She was the kind of girl who wore pajamas with Disney characters on it. Amanda had drank with Sara before and she really only had one drink. But these were people Amanda wanted to impress, upperclassmen and graduate students. One of her TA’s was here. Amanda was a freshman. She was still trying to prove to herself that she belonged here, with adults and aspiring professors and elite athletes. The last thing she needed was to be associated with annoying high schoolers.

Sara was just so…jailbait-ey.

It didn’t help that she was so short – barely five feet tall. Or that she had those high, squirrelly cheeks or those big, dark eyes that were so appealing and innocent. She was gullible beyond belief, totally willing to be the butt of every joke, guilelessly accepting every drink handed to her, totally willing to stand there with a dumb smile on her face as Jim threw his arm around her shoulders, fingers dangling perilously close to her breasts, staring down her shirt or pulling her onto his lap on the couch like a trophy. And, of course, totally willing to let Sam have his turn casually feeling her up, and then Jim, and then Mike, and so on.

It didn’t help that she was a Christian, the self-proclaimed “cool” kind that liked to party and even have sex or use swear words on the right occasion, little silver cross around her neck drawing the eye to her cleavage.

Speaking of which, it didn’t help that she had those big tits or that she was just a little chubby and apparently that was in, “thick” or “thicc” or whatever. Compliant, baby faced and big tits. An older dude’s dream.

Oh, and it didn’t help that she was kind of exotic looking. She grew up in America but both her parents were straight out of Libya. It was terribly vogue for liberal white guys to prove how progressive and open they were by sucking on some brown titties or pumping and dumping an Arab girl.

But, Sara was her friend. So she put up with the jibes, the lighthearted teasing and the ribbing when she arrived with her high school friend in tow.

Even Brittany teased her, briefly. Brittany and Amanda had gone to high school together and frankly, Amanda thought of Brit as the slutty one. Laid back, but slutty. Brittany had introduced her to weed, she’d made out with her, she always had vodka at sleepovers, she bragged about sleeping with people’s dads or teachers. Amanda believed her. Brittany was a bombshell. Tall, almost six feet, perfectly straight brunette hair, piercing hazel eyes, toned shoulders and thighs and, oh yeah, huge tits. The kind that didn’t seem like they could exist on a girl as fit as her but she’d had them since at least middle school, despite the plastic surgery rumors.

“Jeez, jailbait brigade,” Brittany had said with a wink. For some reason that word caught Jim’s attention immediately, eyes darting to Sara’s chest, throwing his arm around her shoulders and shoving a drink into her hands, guiding her away to the flip-cup table. Brittany and Sam, the TA, had a chuckle at that. Sam had literally nudged Amanda in the ribs.

“Hey, you’re old enough to be in my class, right?” he said. They were smiling at her but Amanda could feel her cheeks getting hot.

She put up with another few comments through the night, smiling and laughing awkwardly, trying not to make a scene.

“Hey, next time the jailbait brigade comes around, think I can get an Asian one? You have a menu or something?” Rick asked her, grabbing her hip and pulling her next to him as she blushed again.

Amanda looked at Sara. No wonder he was talking about her like a piece of meat. Sam, Jim, and Mike were sitting on the living room couches, Sara on Sam’s lap. She was talking to Jim, so he was meeting her gaze but the other two were just blatantly staring at her body. She clearly wasn’t used to wearing a skirt so short and they were getting quite a show. She wasn’t used to being drunk, either, so she wasn’t paying a lot of attention to how much her boobs were jiggling as she talked and gestured. Amanda cringed (have some dignity, Sara!) when Sam got up to get another drink and literally handed her to Mike, picking her up and planting her on Mike’s lap and patting her head. Mike threw his arm around her shoulder, sliding his hand under the strap of her tank top and rubbing her collarbone in circles that got closer and closer to just shoving his hand into her bra as Amanda watched.

“Well, they seem to be getting along,” she mumbled. Rick laughed and dragged her to the flip cup table.

That was the last Amanda had seen of her until much later. She thought she caught a glance of Jim making out with someone who might have been Sara while some other dudes watched but she willed herself not to look.

She was playing beer pong when she heard a cheer go up from the living room, a cheer that sounded like either a bunch of college dudes rooting for a sports team or a bunch of college dudes who just saw tits. Alarm bells started ringing in Amanda’s head. She tried to act casual but made her way to the living room and cringed harder than ever at what she saw.

The boys were dancing with Sara. They were loosely gathered around her and she was twerking on them, grinding her ass on their crotches one by one. Her skirt had ridden up, or maybe someone had pulled it up, and her butt was jiggling and slapping against their jeans. She grabbed her boobs an jiggled them through her shirt and then Jim and Sam had her sandwiched between them, both grinding on her and Sam was behind her, helping her out of her top as the girls giggled and pointed and the guys watched hungrily.

Amanda wanted to just sink into a hole in the ground. She swore she would never take Sara anywhere near a college campus ever again. In desperation, she looked around to see if anyone was aware of her plight, if somehow someone could save her from this. She met Brittany’s eyes.