Drew wasn't drunk. Who didn't smell like beer at a frat party? It wasn't his fault some drunk frat guy had bumped into him earlier, spilling beer down his front. It had dried quickly enough, but now that smell followed him and permeated the air. Not that it was noticeable over the beer slick floors of the frat house that almost always reeked of beer and piss.<br/><br/>He had never been to a party before and had no idea what sort of games were played. Things like spin the bottle were surely only movie and TV show tropes to get 'important' characters to hook up and the like. Drew never actually believed they really happened. So being thrust into a closet with a cute girl he didn't even know was quite an adventure for him. And she didn't immediately shove him out of the way!<br/><br/>"Holy shit!" He stammers, looking down at her as she pulled her top off. Gone, just like that, her perky tits just hanging out like it was perfectly normal to go topless in front of a guy you didn't know. But she certainly had more plans for him than he knew what to do with. Her hand was soon sliding down the front of his pants, over his groin.<br/><br/>His groin, of course, responded immediately to the view of a beautiful girl now topless and the physical touch of her rubbing against it. It immediately began to swell and harden for her, giving her a growing indication that despite everything about him, he was hung like a horse. A thick, meaty nearly 10 inches long cock lay hidden in his pants. It had often given him painful and awkward erections that were hard to disguise in public.<br/><br/>His hands, for their part, remained high on her hips. "Wha...what....what are you doing?"