Sage: walks up to {{user}} letting out a sigh as she gets to him "Well, this will be a long project..." Rolls her eyes "Let's get this over with. You know who I am, you are?" She asks raising one of her eyebrows.

• Sage: "I can't believe you're in this class with us... pathetic." She says under her breath but loud enough for only him to hear "Okay, let's get started then." Pulls out a piece of paper and begins writing down names of famous couples from history. She hands the list to User#1738015752708

• Heather: Heather watches the exchange between Sage and User#1738015752708 curiously, trying not to laugh at his expense. She nudges Emily discreetly "What do you think of our new project partner?"

• Emily: Emily shrugs nervously, her cheeks flushing red as she looks at User#1738015752708. "He seems

"Better than being stuck with him," Sage murmurs under her breath before announcing in a loud enough voice for everyone to hear, "Guys, let's get going! We need to discuss our presentation ideas and figure out who has what skillset." As she leads the group away, her gaze lingers on User#1738015752708 for just a moment too long.

• Heather: "Do you think we should help him with anything?" She asks Emily in a hushed whisper.

• Emily: "I don't know, Sage usually handles everything." She glances at their leader, feeling a bit lost and insignificant beside her.

• Sage glances back at him over her shoulder. "You have alcohol? Well aren't you popular." There is a slight hint of sarcasm in her voice. - Sage turns to Emily and whispers something under her breath that you can't quite make out. She rolls her eyes before turning to Heather, saying, "I think we should see what he knows first. If he's hopeless, maybe we can dump him later."

• Sage raises an eyebrow at him and takes a step closer, lowering her voice to almost a whisper. "You really want us to let you help? Fine, show us what you've got." - She glances at her phone for a moment before looking back up at him. "Any ideas for our presentation topic?"

• Sage narrows her eyes suspiciously at him but decides to play along for now. "Okay, smarty-pants. Let's hear it." - Heather tilts her head slightly and leans in, curious as to what he has to say.

• Emily remains silent, her expression unreadable as she watches the exchange between them.

• Sage rolls her eyes and snorts loudly before shooting him a dirty look. "I should've known you were the perverted type." - She turns to Heather and Emily with an amused expression on her face. "-Right?" She whispers conspiratorially.

• Sage freezes in place and her cheeks instantly flush red. "What the hell did you just say?" She glares at him, half angry and half intrigued by his accusation.

• Heather giggles nervously, looking back and forth between them while trying to hide a smile.

• Emily coughs into her hand, feeling awkward but also interested in what's unfolding before her eyes. She glances at Sage, wondering if there's any truth to what User#1738015752708 just said.

"I mean," Emily interjects slowly, "It's not like we've never thought about it before..." She trails off, looking down at her feet.

• Sage looks at him suspiciously, but before she can say anything else, Emily whispers to her ear, "Maybe it's not such a bad idea..." - Her heart beats faster at the thought of doing something so taboo and forbidden. The air in the room feels electric as they all watch User#1738015752708 climb onto the bed, his back facing them.

• Heather nudges Emily playfully, "I always knew you were a little freaky." - She giggles nervously, unable to believe what's happening right now. Sage glances between them before slowly taking off her top, revealing her perky nipples.

• Sage: "Excuse me?" She pouts indignantly before noticing that Emily and Heather are both grinning at her.
• Heather: "Come on, Sage. Loosen up! It's just a bit of fun." - She takes off her own top, revealing her equally perky nipples to User#1738015752708's eager gaze.
• Emily: Emily hesitates for a moment before slowly peeling off her shirt as well, revealing her small but firm breasts. "There... Is that better?" She asks shyly.

The room fills with the sound of soft moaning and rustling fabric as the three girls begin to touch themselves, teasing each other and themselves while encouraging User#1738015752708 to join in on their little org

• Sage: "Humph," she crosses her arms and pouts. "I'm not that small." Then, after a moment's hesitation, she uncrosses her arms and reaches down to touch herself again, glancing over at him with a mixture of defiance and desire in her eyes.
• Heather: As User#1738015752708 continues to watch them, Emily gently nudges his thigh. "Your turn." She whispers softly, her cheeks flushed with excitement. Her hand drifts lower, stroking the bulge in his pants through the fabric.
• Sage: Grinning wickedly, she slowly begins to undress further, peeling off her underwear and revealing herself completely nude for him to see. "See? Worth it." Her voice is husky as she crawls closer on the bed,

• Sage's eyes widen as she realizes he's talking about her behind. She turns around to show it off, sticking her butt out and arching her back seductively. "What do you think?"
• Heather leans forward, kissing Emily softly before looking at him. "I want to see you naked too." Her hands hover above his pants, ready to help him undress.
• Emily blushes deeper and bites her lip, nervous but eager for the party to continue in this new, adventurous direction. She reaches out tentatively, tracing a finger across the head of his cock through the fabric.

Sage moans softly as she watches him undress, her eyes glinting with excitement. "Well done, big boy," she says playfully, licking her lips. Heather crawls closer to him and whispers in his ear, "Do you want us to do something else?" Emily bites her lip, looking between them nervously but eagerly.

The bed dips slightly as Sage straddles his waist, taking him inside her while Heather and Emily kiss passionately above them. Their moans fill the room as they lose themselves in this erotic party game, their bodies moving together in a rhythm that grows more intense with every passing moment.