"What the fuck, Alex?!" Mark's voice pierced through the thick bass of the music, echoing off the walls of their shared college dorm room. "You're actually ghosting on the party of the year for some lame-ass family shit?"

Alex looked up from his half-packed bag, his expression a mix of frustration and resignation. "Look, man, I can't exactly say no to my mom. She's been begging me to come home this weekend."

"But dude," Mark protested, throwing a pillow at him, "this is gonna be epic! Girls, booze, and no parents for miles. The holy trinity of college life!"

Alex chuckled, zipping up his bag. "I know, I know. But family, right?" He glanced around the messy room, taking a mental note of his escape. "Besides, it's not like I'm gonna miss much. You're all just going to end up puking your guts out and calling it a night by 2 AM."

With a roll of his eyes, Mark conceded. "Fine, but you're totally missing out. This is going to be legendary."

Alex shrugged and slung his bag over his shoulder. "Text me some photos."

As Alex pulled into the driveway of his family home, the house looked eerily quiet. The porch light cast a warm glow over the front lawn, but the windows remained dark. He let himself in, the scent of his mom's apple pie wafting from the kitchen. A note on the fridge told him she had gone out for the evening, leaving him to his own devices. He tiptoed upstairs, hoping to sneak into his old room without disturbing anyone.

As he approached the hallway, the faint murmur of giggles and whispers grew louder. He froze, realizing his sister Rachel was home and having one of her infamous slumber parties. The door to her room was slightly ajar, and a strip of light spilled into the hall. Curiosity piqued, Alex peeked inside, his eyes adjusting to the dimness. A group of girls sat in a circle on the floor, all wearing skimpy lingerie. Rachel caught his gaze and waved him in, a mischievous smile playing on her lips.

"Welcome back, bro!" she exclaimed, not bothering to hide her amusement. The other girls turned, their expressions a mix of shock and excitement. Rachel was always the rebellious one, and this was hardly the first time Alex had walked in on her talking about sex. 

Alex blushed, averting his eyes from the sea of lacy fabric. "Sorry, I didn't know you had company," he murmured, trying to backpedal.

Rachel pouted, her voice playfully taunting. "Oh, come on. Don't be such a prude. We're just having some girl talk." She gestured to the open space on the floor. "Pull up a chair. Or, better yet, join the party."

The other girls giggled, their eyes gleaming with curiosity. Alex felt the heat rise in his cheeks but knew better than to argue with Rachel when she was in this kind of mood. He stepped into the room, trying to act nonchalant as he sat on the edge of Rachel's bed.

"So, what's the topic of the night?" he asked, trying to keep his voice steady.

Rachel leaned in, a wicked glint in her eye. "We're swapping first-time stories," she whispered, her voice carrying just enough for the others to hear. The giggles grew louder, and Alex felt a knot form in his stomach. He was about to be the unwilling audience to a bunch of his sister's friends discussing their most intimate moments.

The first girl to share, a busty redhead named Jenna, began with a tale of fumbling in the back of a car. The details were graphic, and Alex found himself getting increasingly uncomfortable. He tried to focus on the posters of rock bands on Rachel's walls or the lacy fabric of the lingerie draped over her bed, but the more they talked, the more his mind wandered to the fact that these were his sister's friends—his sister's personal life laid bare before him.

As the stories grew more explicit, Rachel caught Alex's gaze, a smug grin spreading across her face. He could tell she was enjoying his discomfort, and it only fueled the fire of his embarrassment. The room grew hotter, or maybe it was just his cheeks burning. He cleared his throat, hoping to cut the tension. "So, uh, anyone ever had a, you know, really amazing first time?"

The room fell silent for a beat before a brunette named Tiffany spoke up, her voice filled with a hint of bitterness. "No, not really," she said, playing with the hem of her lacy panties. "They're all pretty disappointing, if you ask me. No guy has ever been able to, well, you know... make me finish."

The other girls nodded in agreement, their expressions a mix of disappointment and resentment. Rachel leaned back against her bedpost, her eyes narrowed. "It's like they don't even care," she said, her voice tinged with annoyance. "They just want to get off and leave."

Alex felt a strange protectiveness bubble up inside him. He had heard enough about their lackluster experiences to feel a bit enraged on their behalf. "Maybe it's because the guys are just inexperienced," he offered tentatively, trying to lighten the mood.

Tiffany sighed, "Maybe we just don't turn them on enough. One guy said my tits were too small." She scowled.

Alex felt a jolt of anger. "That's not true," he said firmly, his voice cutting through the room's quiet. "Guys are just clueless. You don't need the 'perfect' anything to make someone feel amazing."

Tiffany looked at him, her eyes searching. "What do you mean?"

Alex took a deep breath, his heart racing. He knew this was a dangerous path to tread, but he couldn't let Rachel's friends think so poorly of themselves. "I just mean that guys have all sorts of preferences, and one guy's opinion doesn't define anyone's worth," he said, trying to sound as casual as possible.

Tiffany's gaze didn't waver. "But what do you think?" she pressed, a hint of challenge in her voice. Rachel's eyes gleamed with excitement at the sudden turn of events, and the other girls leaned in, curious to hear his response.

Alex felt his throat tighten. He'd walked into a minefield without realizing it, and now he had to navigate his way out without setting anything off. He took a deep breath, trying to keep his cool. "Tiffany, it's not about what I think. It's about what makes you feel good about yourself."

But Tiffany wasn't backing down. She stood up, her lingerie clinging to her curves like a second skin, and stepped closer to him. "Come on, Alex," she said, her voice low and seductive. "You're the big college guy. Tell me what you think. Will you have a look?"

Alex's eyes shot to Rachel, who was practically bouncing on her toes with excitement. He knew he had to tread carefully, but he couldn't help the stirring in his pants as Tiffany closed the gap between them. Rachel gave him an encouraging nod, her eyes glinting with mischief. He took another deep breath and met Tiffany's gaze, his heart hammering in his chest. "Okay, but only because you're obviously feeling down about it."

With a dramatic flair, Tiffany reached back and unclasped her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Her breasts bounced slightly as she stepped out of the pool of fabric, leaving her in just a pair of matching lacy panties. The other girls gasped, but Rachel cheered, clapping her hands. Alex tried to keep his expression neutral, focusing on Tiffany's eyes as she took a deep breath.

Her breasts were small, but perfectly shaped, with pink nipples that tightened in the cool air. He took in the sight, his mind racing. He hadn't seen a ton of naked girls in real life before. The feeling was exhilarating and terrifying all at once. He forced his gaze to stay steady on her face, not wanting to seem like the typical leering guy she was probably used to.

"They're beautiful," Alex said, his voice a bit hoarse. He meant it. They were real, not like the plastic-wrapped perfection of a magazine. Rachel's smirk grew wider, and he could feel his face burning. The other girls were watching him now, their interest piqued by his sudden involvement in their conversation.

"Thanks," Tiffany murmured, taking another step closer. "But what about how they feel?" She reached out and placed Alex's hand on her right breast. The softness and warmth of her skin was a stark contrast to the coolness of the room, and he could feel the weight of her in his palm. The other girls held their breath, waiting for his reaction.

Alex's eyes went wide for a second, but he managed to keep his composure. "They, uh, they feel... really nice," he said, his voice betraying his nerves. Rachel's grin grew even wider, and she gave him a thumbs up. Tiffany's expression softened, and she leaned into his touch, her eyes half-closed.

Encouraged, Alex began to gently explore, his thumb brushing over her nipple, feeling it harden under his touch. Rachel's friends watched in rapt silence, their own hands moving to their bodies as if on cue, tracing the lines of their lingerie, their breaths quickening. Rachel herself had unhooked her own bra, her breasts spilling out as she watched the scene unfold.

"Your turn," Rachel whispered to the blonde on her right, her eyes never leaving Alex's face. The blonde, Linda, giggled and stood up, her large breasts bouncing with the motion. She stepped closer to him, her hand reaching for his other hand. "Let's see what you think of mine," she said with a smirk, placing his palm over her soft flesh.

Alex's mind raced. He had never been in a situation like this before, surrounded by half-dressed, attractive girls eager for his validation. He could feel the heat in the room rising, not just from the temperature but from the sexual tension that was now palpable. He took a deep breath and focused on Linda's eyes, trying to ignore the way his sister was watching him.

"They're... they're both amazing," Alex stuttered, his hand moving between the two girls' breasts. "But guys can be pretty dumb, you know? They don't always appreciate what's right in front of them."

The room erupted in laughter, the tension momentarily broken. Rachel winked at him, clearly enjoying the show. Alex felt his heart racing as he tried to process what was happening. He had stumbled into a world of feminine secrets and desires that he had never been privy to before, and the power of it was intoxicating.

Linda's eyes sparkled with mischief as she leaned in closer. "Tell me what you really think," she whispered, her breath warm against his ear. "Pretend we're alone."

Alex swallowed hard, his mind racing. He had never been in a situation like this, but something about Linda's confidence made him want to indulge her. He took another deep breath, his eyes dropping to her generous breasts. "They're... they're incredible," he managed to say, his voice thick with desire.

With a smirk, Linda leaned back slightly, giving him better access. He took the cue, his thumb and forefinger gently pinching her nipples. She gasped, a soft moan escaping her lips, and her eyes closed. He watched as the pink buds grew taut under his touch, her breath quickening. The sensation was electrifying, sending shockwaves of arousal through his body.