I’ve never been a particularly cool guy. But I have a lot of friends at college — female friends, especially. I try not to be a creep, and I genuinely enjoy the company of women, even when I’m not attracted to them. Because I don’t approach the majority of my friendships with ulterior motives, I think women tend to relax around me.

There’s one woman, though, who I haven’t been able to stop quietly obsessing about for the entirety of my four years at college. Her name is Christine, and she’s a sorority girl with a great personality. She always seemed way out of my league, so I never acted on my crush.

Toward the end of senior year, she started acting flirty. Giggling with her sorority sisters whenever I walked by, jokingly grabbing my butt, asking me the kinkiest thing I’d ever done. Stuff like that.

One day I got a text from her: Do you feel adventurous?

It was cryptic and intriguing, and of course I said: Yes!

Her response made me sweat: If you’re down for a freaky time, meet me at outside my building Saturday night at 9.

I arrived right on time, and my jaw nearly dropped when I saw how sexy she looked. She was wearing a low-cut black cocktail dress, and her lipstick was bright red. Was this a date … or something else?

She grabbed my arm and tugged me away from the dorm and back toward the middle of campus.

“Thanks for showing up,” Christine said. She looked seriously excited. “What we’re doing will be in a group, so if this isn’t to your taste, it’s OK to leave.”

We ended up at one of the older buildings on campus, which was unlocked despite the late hour. She led me to a stairwell, and we climbed all the way to the top and emerged on the roof.

There was a small fire burning in a brazier, and five guys and maybe 20 girls stood near it. The guys, like me, were dressed in normal attire and looked bewildered. The women were all wearing black cocktail dresses. It was strangely cult-like, but I trusted Christine, so I let her guide me to a position next to the other guys.

“It’s time,” another woman announced, clapping her hands. To my utter shock, all of the women started stripping off their black dresses. “The sisters have chosen their offerings for this spring. Prepare them.”

Christine approached me completely naked. She was gorgeous, with full breasts and an hourglass figure, and I couldn’t stop staring at her body. She stopped a foot in front of me and leaned in to whisper in my ear: “You’re about to get blown by 20 women. So if you want to back out, do it now.”

My mind short-circuited like a frazzled radiator.

“What?” I managed to ask.

“It’s a secret Panhellenic sex society,” she said. “It’s my turn to bring a ‘sacrifice,’ and they told me to bring a man I’m attracted to.”

That was a lot of information all at once. Christine was attracted to me. She was in a secret society. I was about to be blown by 20 women? I think I nodded.

She took my dopey signal as consent — which it was — and lowered her hands to the button of my jeans. My dick got hard so fast the moment was dizzying, and when her fingers dipped down to stroke my denim-covered dick, I nearly fainted.

She hummed a little as she squeezed me.

“I knew you would be hung,” Christine said appreciatively as she pulled the zipper down and shoved my jeans to my ankles. They were quickly followed by my boxers. There was no time to be embarrassed about being half-naked in front of so many people because Christine dropped to her knees. I would have been willing to strip in front of an entire stadium for that.

“You ready?” she asked, grinning up at me. I nodded frantically, and then she gripped my dick in one hand and started licking the tip. She started off light, running her tongue around the sensitive head, but soon she was wrapping her red lips around me. She sucked me halfway into her mouth before pulling back, and the next time she took me even deeper. When I realized she’d left a ring of lipstick near the base of my dick, I whimpered.

Next to me, the other guys were also getting blown. Every single one of them looked like I felt: gobsmacked, utterly confused and absolutely giddy with joy. What was this secret society? Who was in it? I didn’t care because Christine was naked and sucking my dick, and it was the best thing that had ever happened to me.

“Are they prepared?” the leader asked.

Christine pulled back, much to my dismay.

“Yes,” she responded in chorus with the other girls.

“Excellent. Let’s begin.”

Christine stood and stroked me one last time, leaning in to whisper in my ear, “Have fun.”

My thoughts were basically a repeated refrain of: What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck? But I wasn’t going to turn down this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. I nodded enthusiastically, and she grinned.

“Try not to come,” she said. “I want you to finish in my mouth.”

And with that, she walked to the next guy down the line from me and dropped to her knees.

My jealousy was immediately assuaged when a beautiful blonde approached me. She didn’t even introduce herself before kneeling and sucking my cock with sloppy enthusiasm. I groaned and thrust my hands into her hair. She seemed to like that because she sucked me so deep I hit the back of her throat.

There was no way I was going to make it through 20 women, I thought.

Luckily — or unluckily, I guess — the leader clapped her hands again after maybe a minute, and the blonde moved on to the next guy. I had 30 seconds to breathe and try to gain control over myself before a brunette took her place. She had big breasts and wide hips, and she slid her hand between her legs to masturbate lazily while she licked me like a lollipop. She moaned loudly against my erection as she continued fingering herself, and the sound vibrated through me.

The leader clapped, and another woman took her place.

It was a blur of sensation. No one sucked me long enough to make me come, but each one of them drove me wild in a different way. There was a girl who rose up on her knees to get the right angle to deep-throat me, one who licked and sucked my testicles and one who whimpered frantically as she bobbed her head. It was a parade of beautiful women desperate for my dick. Never in my wildest fantasies had I imagined something like this!

I groaned as I gripped one girl’s hair and tugged until she took me deep. She sank her nails into my ass and forced me to fuck her mouth. That almost set me off, so I backed away, ignoring her protests as my dick slid out of her mouth. She frowned up at me disappointedly. Then there was another clap, followed by another greedy girl eager to suck me off.

The other guys were grunting and gasping next to me, and it wasn’t as weird as I would have guessed to be pleasured in public next to other dudes. In fact, this strange miracle had created a sense of camaraderie among us. During the brief breaks, we would stare at each other with wide eyes as if confirming what was happening was real. Those frantic glances seemed to say: Can you believe this shit?

Honestly, if it wasn’t for my aching balls and spit-slick dick, I’m not sure I would have believed it was real. The whole scenario felt like a dream as naked woman after naked woman knelt in front of me and pleasured me.

One of them was rough, tugging on my testicles and lightly scraping her teeth against me. While it wasn’t what I normally would have enjoyed, it added an extra layer of intensity to the experience. The woman after that licked my balls with her tongue like a pro, and then I met another-deep-throater, and then they all blurred together.

My cock was so hard it hurt, and every time I grabbed a woman’s hair or bucked into her mouth, I had to repeat the same silent chant: Don’t come. Don’t come. Don’t come. Christine wanted me to finish in her mouth, and I was going to do just that.

Finally, every girl in line had spent somewhere between 30 seconds and a minute worshiping my cock. I was losing my mind — I’d never had a blowjob go on that long, and I was in agony with the need to come. But the breaks had been timed perfectly to yank me back from the brink of orgasm, and I’d been thinking about not-sexy things for the last five women or so, anyway. Despite the ache in my balls, I refused to come for anyone but Christine.

She came back to me. Her hair was mussed, her lipstick smudged over her cheeks. I grabbed her hair and pushed her down to her knees, and she went gladly. Then her mouth was opening over me, and she swallowed me until my dick hit the back of her throat. She sucked me hard and deep, bobbing her head rhythmically as she fondled my testicles. With so much spit on me, it felt like fucking the wettest pussy in the world. I groaned and grabbed her hair, forcing her to speed up and take me deeper.

She moaned, and her saliva dribbled down to my balls. Her other hand wrapped around the base of my dick, and when she started pumping, I lost control. I shot into her mouth hard and came with a shout, and the greedy girl sucked up every drop of my come.

When it was done, she stood, wiping her mouth on the back of her hand. She wrapped her arms around me in a hug.

“You did great,” she whispered in my ear. “And you are officially invited to next month’s orgy.”