She has no clue that 7 people watched her act that way with her bra off and pants unbuttoned

It was a Saturday night, and there was a party going on at a rival fraternity house. It was getting late, and most of the girls on the dance floor were locked up, or not worth gaming, even with the "Lawrence" and "beer" goggles on. So I decided to head back to my room, in the "good" fraternity house. I planned on smoking a fat one, then heading down to the kitchen to make a massive double cheeseburger to satisfy my Saturday night "munchies." However, in the hallway leading to my room, I ran into Lauren. "Craig, you fucking have to see this," she said. I followed her into Marty's room, which was right across the hall from me. "Come out here," she said, as she crawled through the window onto a makeshift balcony accessible from three different rooms – Fred’s being one of them. "What the fuck am I doing?" I thought, as I poked my head out the window.

"Does Lauren wanna make out or something?" I wondered. However, to my surprise, not only was Lauren out on the balcony, but so were my brothers Theo (Lauren's boyfriend), Tom, and Marty, along with her extremely hot friends Ellen and Mary.

With head sticking out the window I asked, "what the fuck are you guys doing out here?" The girls giggled. Tony pointed to a window, and whispered, "Fred's hooking up with someone in here. We've been watching for the last ten minutes."

"Does he know you guys are out here?" I asked. "Nah, man. Since his lights are on, I don't think he can see out the window too good because of the reflection and shit. Plus, he's focused on the nasty coochie right now," explained Tony.

"Well, shit. I'll be right back then." I sprinted to my room, grabbed my pipe and green, and hurried back to the room across the hall. This shit would be cool in itself, but it would be amazing stoned, I thought.

Clearly I'm an "enhancement smoker."

Anyways, as I got back to the balcony I noticed that everyone was very intrigued by what was going on, especially the girls. Intrigued or not, no one was being bold. They were watching Fred and this girl like they were looking at the sun. The girls would take peaks from the side of the window, then jump back as if Fred had spotted them. "What, are you bitches on the fucking SWAT team?" I thought.

"This is bullshit. I can't see a thing," I said, as I blew out a hit of dank. I walked right up to the window and looked for myself. Sure enough, there was Fred lying fully clothed on his bed, with a pale but skinny brunette on top of him. She had her shirt and off, and her bra was hanging off one shoulder. "Nice," I said to myself. I brought my pipe to my lips, lit the lighter, and pulled another fat rip. "Craig, what the fuck are you doing? You want him to fucking see us?" nagged Lauren.

"Relax," I said. "Fred wouldn't even care, and I know he can't see shit. Watch this." I started waving my hands hysterically in front of the window. Nothing. I took another hit, and put my forehead right on the window. Fred didn't acknowledge my presence. Fred was focused and, by that point, had removed her bra and unbuttoned her pants. I proved to my weiner friends that we would not be spotted, so the rest of them joined me in front of the window, since they were no longer acting as paranoid as a high school kid taking mushrooms for the first time.

All 7 of us were watching as our good friend was getting either his first or second intimate experience with a girl. Fred was still a virgin, so the girls were really rooting for him, which I thought was kind of ironic since Mary was a virgin herself. But that Saturday would not be Fred's lucky night. Fred had tried twice to put his hand down her panties, but was denied immediately both times. A couple of minutes passed before Fred tried a third time. That’s when she got up, said something to Fred, and then threw her shirt on before storming out of his room. I broke into a fit of laughter. Fred was my good friend, but this shit was too funny.

"Get out of the way Craig," said Ellen. "Yeah. Watch this," explained Mary. Mary slid Fred's window open and hopped into his room. "What the fuck?" exclaimed Fred. "How's it going, Fred?" said Erica as she too climbed into his room from the outside.

"Tell me you guys didn't see all of that," demanded Fred.

"It was a good show buddy," I said as I was squeezing through the window. Normally, Fred would've been pissed and a little embarrassed, but tonight he had the healthy glow that a case of cheap Wisconsin beer brings to a college student at 2 in the morning.

"Who was that girl?" I asked.

"Just some slut I picked up at the Phi Ep house. I think her name was Patty," he replied.

"She had some nice tits, but she was pale as crap, man," I said.

"I know," he explained. "I was calling her 'pasty Patty' in my head the whole time we were making out." We laughed hysterically. Needless to say, Fred never hooked up with Patty again, and he never left his blinds open after bringing a girl home.

This was the first time any of us met Pasty Patty, but I assure you, it would not be the last. Pasty Flora is the main character in many Lawrence stories, but what makes it much more funny is that she has no idea. She thinks she has the reputation of a good girl, but to this day, she does not know that seven people saw her nice titties. And she sure as fuck doesn't know that the same seven saw her act like a worthless prude bitch.

End Part 1