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     "What's this?"

     Cathy moved the mouse to point at the open group window on
the computer screen.  The group was completely empty except for a
tiny blue square.

     This was the most interesting thing she'd seen all night,
which tells you how the party was going.  Clipping her toenails
would have been more fun than this.  It had sounded so promising
to her at first.  David's parents were away for the weekend, so
he invited half the college over.  One of the biggest nerds in
the freshman class actually expected people to show up at his
house the same night as Homecoming.

     If David had told anyone there was going to be booze, there
might have been a something that resembled a real party, but he'd
forgotten to mention that little fact.  Now he sat on the couch
in the living room with Barry discussing the pros and cons of
UNIX.   Ken sat on the floor leafing through a book on
Impressionist painting, and the girls were in David's parent's
room playing with the computer.

     Cathy turned to Debbie.  "This is weird.  Look at this."

     Of the three girls, Debbie knew the most about computers. She
probably knew more about them than anyone else in the school
except Ken.  She'd been sitting on the bed, again trying to talk
Jessie into reading one of her fantasy books instead of romance
novels.  She turned and looked at the computer screen. Then she
got up and pressed one of the arrow keys.  The little blue square
moved across the screen.

     "Those are 'invisible' icons," she said matter-of-factly.
"Probably stuff that David's dad doesn't want anyone to know
about. If he'd been a little smarter, he could have hidden the
group as well."

     Cathy asked, "I wonder what they are?"

     "Let's find out," said Debbie.  She pressed the "return" key
and the screen went blank.

     "Oh, jeeze, Debbie!  You broke it!" cried Jessie, whose
interest was also now centered on the computer screen.

     "Don't be silly," Debbie said, "it's just--"  The words
froze in her mouth as a video of a man and a woman, both naked,
appeared on the screen.  The man was kneeling next to the woman,
his pelvis thrusting himself into her mouth.  As the camera moved
closer, the man pulled out and shot his load at the woman's face.
As the cum dripped onto the woman's curling tongue, the screen
went blank.

     Still staring open-mouthed at the screen, Jessie asked, "What
was that?!"

     Cathy took the can she'd set on the desk and gulped down the
last of the beer.  So far, she was the only one who was drinking,
and she was beginning to feel the effects.  "Looks like David's
dad has some interesting stuff in his computer, huh?"

     "That was disgusting," Debbie sniffed.  "Do you know how much
disk space those videos use up?  What a waste!"

     "What a geek," Cathy thought.  God, no wonder they were
called the "geek girls."  Debbie and Jessie were her best
friends.  They'd hung around with each other ever since grammar
school and did everything together.  They were so close, they
even had their periods at the same time.  Sometimes the other two
would get on Cathy's nerves big time, though, like when Debbie
decided to volunteer at the computer center.  Hell, why didn't
she just put a sign around her neck that said, "loser." No wonder
they spent every Friday night with each other instead of on
dates.

     Cathy had high hopes for this party.  When Debbie told her
about it, she figured Ken would be here because he worked in the
computer center with Debbie and David.  Ken was the smartest
freshman in the engineering college and she had a major crush on
him.  She figured they could get to know each other tonight, but
instead, like the other two guys in the living room, Ken just sat
like a lump every time she tried to talk to him.

     She got bored staring at the ceiling in the living room and
she wandered into the kitchen and found the cooler of beer. David
hadn't even told them it was there.  When she informed the rest
of her discovery, nobody seemed the least bit interested.

     When she went back to the living room, the other two girls
were gone and she found them in David's parents' room.  With the
guys in their own little worlds, Debbie and Jessie had wandered
around until they found the computer.  Debbie had played with it
a little, but got bored with it real quick, so Cathy sat in front
of it and clicked at stuff until she found the "disgusting"
video.

     "Let's see what else is here," Cathy said, and clicked
randomly in the group.

     A window opened up on the screen.  Across it flashed the
words, "Trivia For Swingers," and just below that, "A Triple-X
Adult Game."

     Jessie moved closer to the screen, but Debbie said, "I've
had enough of this," and walked out of the room.

     Cathy yelled after her, "What the hell's wrong with you?",
but Debbie just kept walking.

     Cathy knew very well what Debbie's problem was.  She always
changed the subject whenever they started talking about sex.  She
didn't want to think about it because she was horny. It was that
simple and it was getting worse and worse.  When they watched a
steamy scene on TV, her breathing would get heavy and her hands
would start rubbing up and down her thighs. Then she'd start
babbling about some stupid thing that nobody cared about.  It was
getting real annoying.

     It was the same thing that was wrong with all three of them.
Everywhere Cathy looked, on TV, in the movies, even in school,
people were getting it on, but they were getting nothing.  They
were stuck in "dweebland."  It wasn't fair.

     None of them were knockout gorgeous, and maybe they were all
a little bit overweight, but they weren't ugly. Debbie was the
prettiest of the three but she never dressed up always wearing
jeans and flannel shirts.  Jessie's only problem was that she was
tall.  Cathy had the biggest breasts of the three of them,
although the others certainly weren't "titless wonders" like some
of the cheerleaders who always seemed to have the attention of
all the boys.

     The problem wasn't them, Cathy decided, it was the boys.
Sure, there were some boys who "hit" on her, but they were
assholes who thought that sports, slasher movies and crude and
insulting remarks was "intelligent conversation."  The boys she
was interested in were either too shy or socially inept, like
Ken, to even talk to her.  It wasn't fair.

     Cathy was fed up.  She'd had enough of being a "geek girl."
She'd had enough of being stuck on a Friday night with a bunch of
people who could only get their jollies playing games on a
computer.  For Christ's sake, they didn't even know enough to
drink at a party!

     Her attention riveted on the computer screen, Jessie asked,
"Are you going to start the game?"

     "No, I got a better idea," Cathy replied.  She clicked on
the "exit" button.  "I hope I can remember where that was.  Oh,
there it is."  The little blue square showed her where she'd
clicked to start the game.

     "Aw, gee," said Jessie.  "That looked like it could have
been fun."

     "We can look at it later," Cathy said, getting up.  "We're
going to liven up this party.  Come with me."

     "Where?  What're you going to do?"

     "You'll see," Cathy replied, and with Jessie in tow, she
went into the kitchen.  "Help me with this," she said, grabbing
cans out of the beer cooler.  She gave three to Jessie, then took
out three more.  She looked at how many were left in the cooler.
David, the poor fool, must have been expecting a lot of people.

     As she looked at the cans in her hands, Jessie asked again,
"What are you going to do?"

     "I don't know yet, but it'll come to me.  C'mon," she said
as she strode into the living room.  David and Barry were still
on the couch, Ken was still looking at the book and Debbie was
sitting on an ottoman watching Ken turning pages.

     "Okay, people," Cathy announced, "I hate to break it to you,
but this is the most boring party I've ever been to." Everybody
looked up at her except David, who stared at his shoes.  "But
thanks to your good friend Cathy, that's all going to change."
She went around the room and handed each person a can.  "Don't
everyone thank me at once."

     Barry looked at the can in his hand.  Barry was small, so
the can he held looked all the larger. "I, uh, don't like the
taste of beer."

     Cathy glared at him.  "Too bad.  We're going to play a
little game and that can is an important part.  Here's what we're
going to do."

     "I don't like the taste of beer," Barry said again.
                               
     "Look," Cathy said, almost shouting, "you're at a party. At
parties, you drink beer.  Either get used to it, or stop going to
parties, all right?"  Both Debbie and Jessie stared at her.

     Debbie put the can down on the floor and began to stand. "I
think--"

     "Uh-uh!", Cathy said, putting her hand on Debbie's shoulder
and pushing her back onto the ottoman.  "You ain't going
anywhere.  First of all, it's Jessie's car and she'll decide when
we leave, right, Jessie?"

     Jessie nodded.  She didn't know what Cathy was planning, but
anything was better than another night of watching TV in her
room.  Besides, she wanted to see more of those files on the
computer in the bedroom.

     "Second of all," Cathy continued, "it's about time you let
yourself have a little fun instead of running away into your
computer, 'cause it's making you cranky and it's driving the rest
of us nuts!  Debbie, you've got to let go!  Here, this'll help."
Cathy put her hand on the can Debbie was holding and pulled it up
to her lips.

     Debbie frowned at it.  Cathy said, "C'mon, Debbie.  You know
if you don't do it you'll regret it.  And if anything goes wrong
you can blame me.  You'll like that."

     The corners of Debbie's mouth curled up at that, but she
didn't move.  Then Cathy said, "Your problem is that you're
afraid of your folks.  You wouldn't dare drink that.  Mommy and
Daddy wouldn't like that."

     "Oh, yeah?", Debbie said.  Cathy knew that would get her. As
long as she'd know her, Debbie could be made to do almost
anything if you dared her to do it.  Sure enough, her shoulders
dropped and she said, "Oh what the hell," and took a sip.

     "Uh-uh, girl," Cathy scolded as she tilted the can upwards,
"Drink it up.  Finish it off.  Or are you too chicken?"

     Debbie's eyes became slits as she stared at Cathy, but she
started gulping down the beer.

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  As the three boys stared at her,
she drained the can.  When she finished, she panted, "So, I'm
driving you nuts, eh?  We'll see who can drive who nuts."

     "Uh-huh," Cathy said.  "Jessie, get our 'geek girl' here
another can."

     Jessie started to get up, but Ken said, "I'll get it." Oh,
my God, thought Cathy, he's showing life signs!  She found
herself staring at his butt as he went into the kitchen.  Out of
the corner of her eye, she noticed that Debbie was watching him
leave, too.

    Cathy turned to Jessie.  "Okay, it's your turn.  Do you think
you can match what Debbie did?"

     Jessie shrugged.  "It's probably no different than drinking
Diet Pepsi."  She guzzled down the beer, spilling some of it down
her neck.  All three guys stared at the stream as it dribbled
into her cleavage.  When the can was empty, her face was
scrunched up.  "Eeuchh!  That's nasty! BUURRCCH!!"

     At Jessie's deep belch, everybody stared wide-eyed at her.
Then Debbie and Cathy fell onto each other, shaking with
laughter. The boys weren't sure how to react.  Barry looked at
David, and said, "I told you it tasted nasty!"  That made Jessie
start laughing, too.

     Ken came in with Debbie's beer and said, "What did I miss?"

     "Ken," Cathy said, "we need another beer for Jessie."  Ken
immediately handed the can to Jessie.  Debbie frowned.  "Hey, I
got a better idea," Cathy said.  "Why don't you bring the cooler
in here?"

     David and Barry looked at each other.  This was suddenly
becoming the party David hoped for.  He got up and said, "That's
a good idea.  I'll help you," he said to Ken, following him into
the kitchen.  This time Jessie's eyes were glued to David's buns.

     Barry tried to get Jessie's attention.  "I never liked the
taste of beer, either.  I guess people learn to like it, huh?"

     "I think I could," Jessie said, and flashed a smile at him.
Barry suddenly looked like a deer caught in a headlight and tried
to dig himself into the couch.

     Not a moment too soon, Ken and David returned with the
cooler. David pulled out a beer, opened it and handed it to
Debbie. Cathy asked, "Does everybody have a beer?  Good.  Now,
let's see if any of you guys are man enough to match the girls.
We'll all start together and see who empties their beer can
first."

     "This is pretty stupid," Ken mumbled.  "We're just going to
get pie-faced."

     David asked, "What's wrong with that?  Do you have to be
anyplace tomorrow?  Do any of you girls have to be anyplace
tomorrow?"

     "No," said Debbie, suddenly serious, "but I have to be
someplace tonight.  How are you going to drive us home, Jessie?"

     "No problem," Cathy said.  "You can call your folks and say
we're all staying at Jessie's, and Jessie can call her folks and
say we're staying at your place.  You guys don't mind if we sleep
here if we have to, do you?"   David practically rammed the beer
can into his mouth and started gulping.

     "Hey," Jessie cried, "no fair starting ahead of the rest of
us!"  She started emptying her can down her throat.  The rest
followed suit and before long, everyone's can was empty.

     At the same time, Barry and Jessie both went, "Eeughh!" That
broke everybody up.  Then Debbie burped and they went hysterical.
Even Ken laughed.  "C'mon, Ken," Cathy said, leaning into him,
"that was funny, wasn't it?"  She saw Ken's eyes peer down into
the wide neckline of her blouse.  She leaned farther forward and
it gaped wider, giving him a full view of her breasts, and Ken's
breath caught audibly in his throat.

     Debbie got up off the ottoman and plopped down with a thud
between Cathy and Ken. "Whoa," she said, "getting up is tricky!"
She started to fall towards Ken, but Cathy caught her.

     "Careful, now," Cathy said to Debbie, glaring at her.

     "I'm being as careful as you are," Debbie shot back.

     Barry asked, "So, who won?"

     "I saw Debbie finish hers first," said David.

     "No, Jessie did," Ken and Barry said, practically at the
same time.  As the girls giggled, the two of them shot glances at
each other.

     "Okay," Cathy said, "Then that was practice.  Everybody get
another beer."  When everyone had a fresh can in hand, Cathy
called out, "Ready, set, go!"  They all started chugging. Cathy
sucked the last drops from her can and cried, "Okay, I'm--", then
stopped as she saw five faces staring at her.

     "Oh, for Christ's sake, are all of you done?  So who was
done first?"

     They all looked at each other, then they all started
laughing hysterically.  Even Ken.

     "God, you guys," sighed Cathy, "it doesn't take much to get
you all drunk, does it?  We're just going to have to do it
again!"

     "Wait," Jessie said, "I've got to make a phone call."  She
started to get up off the floor, but then sat back down.  "Wow,
I'm a little dizzy."  All three guys jumped up to help Jessie,
but David got there first.  As Ken and Barry looked on, David
pulled her up and she fell against him.

     "Sorry," she grinned, "I'm a little wobbly."

     "Not a problem," David grinned back, enjoying the feeling as
her breasts pressed up against him.

     "Hey," Cathy sniffed, "we need to make phone calls, too."
Ken was closest to Debbie, so he helped her up.  Debbie leaned up
against him, practically grinding her breasts into his chest.
Meanwhile, Barry pulled Cathy to her feet by placing his hand
under her breast before sliding it across her nipple and under
her arm to lift her.  The unexpected caress made Cathy softly cry
out.

     Even though he was small, Barry was the strongest of the
three guys.  He had to be; it was the only way he'd kept from
being beaten up in grade school.  Even though he wasn't hassled
much anymore, he still worked out.

     "I'm sorry," he said with a start.  "Did I hurt you?"
                               
     "No," Cathy said with a shiver, "not at all."

     David's hands seemed to be glued to Jessie's waist. Pulling
away from him, Jessie asked, "Where's the phone?"

     "What?", David said as if he was waking from a dream. "Oh.
There's one right here, one in the kitchen and one in my parents'
room.

     Cathy slid from Barry's grasp and said, "We'll use the one
in your folks' room.  C'mon, Debbie."  She pulled Debbie and Ken
apart and practically had to drag Debbie into the bedroom.

     "Wow," Barry said after they left, "this is some party!" He
grabbed anther beer out of the cooler, opened it and took a long
pull.  "Ahh!  Y'know, boys, I think we could get lucky tonight!"

     Ken and David looked at him, then started laughing. "Yeah,
right," said Ken.  "Like that could happen."

     "Jesus, Ken, what's the matter with you?", Barry said.
"Debbie and Cathy were all over you!  You could have either of
them!"

     "Sure, sure.  On the Bizarro world, maybe."

     "I'm telling you!  Ken, for someone so smart, you can be
pretty stupid.  All you have to do is choose one!"

     "Well, I don't want either one."  Ken looked at the empty
beer cans where Jessie was sitting.

     "That's your choices, fella."  Turning to David, Barry said,
"And you can have whoever Ken doesn't choose."  He grinned.  "And
I bet you hope it isn't Debbie, huh?"

     David blushed.  They both knew he'd had a crush on her since
she started working at the computer center.  David asked Barry,
"And, just for the sake of argument, what about you?"

     Barry took another nip at the can, then said,  "I want
Jessie.  That one's hot!"

     David fell across the couch, convulsed in laughter. "What a
picture!", he choked.  "What're you going to do?  Stand on a
chair to kiss her?"

     "Yeah, go ahead, laugh it up," Barry scowled, "I'm just tall
enough to bury my head between those tits of hers."

     Ken suddenly felt an irrational rage bubbling inside him.
Strange, he thought.  Sure, he thought Jessie was the most
attractive of the three, but that didn't mean he had to get mad
at Barry's bravado.  Barry just acted like a jerk most of the
time anyway.  "Well," he said, "that ain't going to happen,
anyway, so why act like it's going to?"

     "I'm telling you," Barry cried, "it could happen!  And if
you guys would loosen up a bit, it will!"

     "You know, Barry," said Ken,  "the less you weigh, the less
booze you need to get drunk."

     "What'sh your point?", Barry said, draining the can.
                               
     "The point is--" Ken began, then suddenly stopped.
                               
     "Well?", Barry said.  Then he saw the look in Ken's eyes and
turned to see what he was staring at.  In the archway that
separated the living room from the hallway stood Debbie. Without
pants.

     "Can you boys bring the cooler into the bedroom?", she
purred, then turned and walked back to the bedroom, wiggling her
ass as she went.  Her T-shirt, just covering her full bottom,
began to ride up, and the boys could see a flash of the white
cotton panties underneath before she moved out of sight.

     David slammed into Ken as he went for the cooler, bouncing
off him and landing flat on his face on the floor.

     Cathy was just hanging up the phone when Debbie got back to
the bedroom.  "You really can't get any more slutty, you know
that?", she growled at Debbie.

     "Hey, sweetie," Debbie spat back at Cathy, "now that I know
where we stand, I know what I have to do.  I've got to stoop to
your level!"

     From the moment they'd all left the living room, Debbie and
Cathy had been at each other's throats.  First Cathy told Debbie
she was a slut for falling all over Ken, then Debbie told Cathy
she was a slut for pushing her tits at Ken.  It escalated from
there.

     "So you're after Ken now?", Cathy had accused Debbie.
                               
     "Why not?  I don't see a label on him or anything!"
                               
     Jessie covered the receiver with her hand.  "C'mon, guys,
I'm trying to talk to my mom!"

     "Look," whispered Debbie, "you can have David or Barry.  I
met Ken long before you did!"

     "And you didn't do anything about it then, so I'm taking
him," Cathy hissed.

     Jessie hung up the phone.  "Aw, man," she whined, "and we
were having so much fun.  Do you have to start fighting?"

     "Butt out, Jessie,"  Debbie told her as she picked up the
phone, "this is between her and me."  Debbie began dialing.

     Jessie asked Cathy, "This is about Ken, isn't it?"
                               
     Cathy replied, "What, do you want Ken, too?"

     "Ken?  No way!  Oh, he's all all right, but he's not as cute
as Barry!"

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