Pentagons and Parallelograms was the strangest name for a club, thought Dan, but he was a strange kid and felt welcome in the math department. So he signed up with his phone number and went back to his room to wait.
His phone buzzed not thirty minutes later: Welcome to P&P. Bring a towel. Larson Building, Room D.
Room D was, very solidly, the basement of the Larson Building, where the math students clustered to give their long-winded presentations on high concepts. Dan descended the stairs as softly as he could, though the pulse coming through the double doors in front of him voided the necessity for silence.
Dan put his hand to the door to go inside, but magically it swung open before he could touch it. Inside was a cacophony of strobe lights, laser lights, and stage smoke. Everyone was naked.
Dan actually gasped. "Whaaat? This is Pentagons and Parallelograms?“
"Indeed it is,” said a silky voice at his side. He turned to see a girl no older than he was, her brown hair done up in huge movie-star ringlets. Below bounced a pair of juicy, enticing breasts. Hungrily, Dan traced her sleek shape down to her navel and below. She was short-cropped and tidy and swollen.
She saw him looking and patted her mound with a teasing smile. "I’m Stephie. Come to enjoy yourself?“
"Show me everything,” Dan managed.
Stephie giggled and took his hand. She tugged as if to lead him towards some part of the room, but stopped abruptly so that his fingers caught under her ass. Glancing over her shoulder, she nodded her satisfaction. "Good. Start there. Work your way around. We’ll get you to the others eventually.“
Dan’s mouth worked, but he had forgotten how to string words together. His eyes darted as he sought signs that this was more than a dream. Men and women lay stretched out to five points on various pentagon-shaped mats laid out while others, one to an erogenous zone, stretched out around them and pleasured them with tongues and hands and their own bodies. Other couples and triples lay spooning or rocking gently in sideways penetration.
"The faculty has no idea. Well, except the ones who are here.” Stephie brought his attention back to her by taking his other hand and stroking herself down her sides with them. Dan found that his shorts were providing little cover for his massive hard-on.
“Oh? You really wanna get started?” Stephie clutched at his cock in her nimble fingers, making Dan swallow hard.
“Uh – yeah, yeah, I do.” He pulled his shirt off, then stood with it dangling awkwardly from his hand. "What about – “
"Clothes are for idiots,” Stephie said with an almost predatory grin, and she proceeded to remove his shorts. Then she got down on her knees and tossed her head back so her hair fell away from her face. Dan noticed there was a tiny gap between her two front teeth. It made him smile.
It made him moan when she scraped those teeth gently down his cock, one hand clutching at his ass, the other slipping between his cheeks to tease the wrinkly skin of his asshole.