Mike of course was hitting the keg as fast as he could, filling his cup and then walking immediately to the back of the line. By the time he reached the tap again, his cup would be empty. He then repeated the process. He also had several joints with him, which he shared with those in line around him. It was less than an hour before he was hopelessly wasted. This was not surprising.
What was surprising was the fact that Nina was sticking with him and doing the exact same thing. She was drinking beer like water and hitting every joint or pipe that was passed her way. I'd never seen her do anything like this before.
"You might want to slow down a little." I suggested to her as she came staggering over to me after her latest trip through the keg line. She was weaving and unsteady on her feet, spilling some of her beer on her arm.
"Fuck it!" She said, giggling. "I'm having a good time tonight. How many times in your life do you graduate?"
I nodded. "Good point. But be careful. If you keep up this pace you're going to be unconscious before too long."
She reached down and grabbed my cock through my pants, making me jump and look around to see if anyone had seen it. A few had, and they turned away, smirking.
"Nina!" I admonished, pushing her hand away.
"I'm not gonna pass out until I get what I want." She grinned, taking a huge drink of her beer.
Apparently Nina wasn't the only one whose inhibitions were being destroyed by alcohol. Every time she walked away from me some girl would come up and strike up a conversation. Most of them were girls that I'd bedded before during my "male-slut" period. Most of them made no bones about what they wanted.
I'd run into this before of course. When I stopped making my rounds and committed myself to Nina a lot of the girls continued to approach me for a while. They always used the line that I was used to, that they needed help "studying" and had heard that I was an awesome tutor. I would tell each one the same thing, that I had a girlfriend now and that my tutoring days were over. It hadn't taken long before the grapevine had informed all but the most aggressive that I was out of circulation. Even the most aggressive gave up after a while. But the party atmosphere and the alcohol had renewed a lot of the aggression. I believe I gave up more sex that night than I ever would have thought possible.
One girl, Jessica Round, was especially persistent. She would not take no for an answer. I remembered her well. A redhead that was a member of the elite, she'd been well versed in sexual technique before I ever got to her. She had been one of my favorites both because of her staggering good looks and because of the fact that she was on birth control pills, which made a condom unnecessary. She had been one of the longest holdouts when I'd dropped out of circulation.
Three times she approached me when Nina was getting her beer refilled or heading off to the porta-can to pee. On the third time she became nasty in her suggestions.
"C'mon," She pleaded, burping a little as she sipped from her beer. "I haven't had my pussy eaten with any skill since I came over to your house that time. Ditch that little lisping, skinny chick you're with and take a walk with me." She grinned. "You WON'T be sorry."
I bit back my anger for a second and took a deep breath. An idea came to me.
"Listen Jess." I said softly, conspiratorially. "Nina and I are pretty much committed now so I can't really do that."
"Nina." She scoffed. "What does that…"
"But." I said.
"But?" She asked hopefully.
"Well, I couldn't really take myself out of circulation without finding a suitable replacement, could I?"
She looked at me fuzzily. "What do you mean?"
I pointed at Mike, who was standing among a group of guys near the keg. They were all looking at the passing females with admiration and probably explaining to each other which one's they'd fucked, how they'd done it, and when they'd done it. A joint was being passed around while they conversed.
"You see Mike Meachen over there?" I asked her.
"Yeah?" She asked confused.
"He's even better at it than I am."
"Mike Meachen?" She asked, scowling.
"I've lectured him on the proper study techniques so that my name could live on. You get him to go for a walk with you and you won't be sorry."
"Mike Meachen?" She repeated again.
"Trust me on this Jess. He's good. All you have to do is tell him EXACTLY what you want him to do, and he'll do it. Be specific, he doesn't mind. He aims to please."
She appraised him for a moment. "Well," She said, "He IS kinda cute."
"Would I steer you wrong?" I asked. "Sensual pleasure is just waiting for you." I winked. "And of course, he's just as discreet as me. So go get him."
She smiled drunkenly. "Okay." She announced. "Thanks Bill."
She headed off in his direction. Nina returned a moment later, carrying a fresh beer. Her gait was very unsteady now and her eyes were glassy.
"What were you talking to Jessica for?" She asked with distaste and more than a little suspicion.
I shrugged. "She's kind of aggressive." I told her. "So I directed her attention elsewhere."
"You've, uh, done her before?" Nina asked.
"Nina…" I started, uncomfortable.
"I only ask because she used to come up to me all the time and ask what the deal was with you. And then she started asking me if I liked the "vacuum cleaner" treatment. She's a ho."
"I agree." I said. "And I'm sorry you had to deal with her. She's from a previous life Nina."
"Okay." Nina nodded, kissing my cheek. Her breath smelled of beer. "What's she doing over there with Mike?"
"Watch and see." I said happily, taking the cup out her hand and taking a quick drink.
It didn't take long, less than thirty minutes in fact. I couldn't hear what was being said but suddenly the attractive redhead joined the group that Mike was a part of. The other guys tried to flirt with her of course but she only had eyes for Mike. Within ten minutes she was rubbing against his arm. Within fifteen she was pushing her breasts into his back and shoulder.
Within twenty he accompanied her to the keg and refilled her glass. There was one more whispered conversation and the two of them walked off into the woods, holding hands, carrying their beers with them. Even from my vantage I could tell that Mike was nervous. Again I found myself wondering if he'd ever actually been laid before. Oh well. He was about to be laid now.
"How did you do that?" Nina asked me, weaving a little.
"I can do anything I set my mind to." I told her. "Anything."
She leaned forward and kissed me again. Then she looked up. "I'm very drunk Bill."
"I know." I said. "But you only graduate once, right?"
Mike and Jessica emerged from the woods about forty minutes later. Both were staggering and holding onto each other, their hair mussed up, their clothes wrinkled. Both were smiling. That was a surprise. Had Mike done a good job on her? Maybe a combination of her drunkenness and her instructions to him had done the trick. She seemed happy, which hadn't exactly been my goal, but so did Mike. They hit the keg again and then split up, Jess heading over to a group of her friends, Mike heading over to his. It wasn't a minute before he began his description of what just happened to him. By morning her reputation would be shot. Cruel? Maybe. But so had been the way she'd talked about Nina.
By this time Nina had gone back to the keg herself and was having difficulty standing. She giggled at everything and her words were slurred. She rubbed her body against mine shamelessly, pushing her breasts into my arm, grabbing my butt.
"I think you'd better lay off the beer Nina." I told her carefully, holding her up.
"Everything is starting to spin a little." She admitted. "But I'm having such a good time."
"When things start to spin," I suggested, "That should be your warning sign that you've had too much. Believe me, you want to quit."