The Party

Sub-Genres: Romantic

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Parties have never been my thing. I’m not very outgoing, I’m not very comfortable around strangers and I’ve never been a big drinker. During the two years I’d been in college, I had been accused of being a prude on many occasions. I honestly didn’t see myself that way. I felt that I was simply reserved and didn’t need to get shit-faced to have a good time.

It was the end of my second year in college and my roommate, Sandra, convinced me to go to ‘the’ end of the semester party that several of her friends were throwing. They had access to a large, two-story mansion outside of town where a loud, raucous party wouldn’t attract too much attention.

I have no idea why I agreed to go. Sure, I was bored and sure, I had just said goodbye to my boyfriend who was spending the summer in Europe, but to this day I still don’t know what possessed me to attend this party. Perhaps the mixture of boredom and depression caused me to lose my senses for the 15 seconds after my roommate invited me and I said yes.

She was shocked, to say the least, but happy that I was finally going to go with her somewhere other than class. She even offered to help me get ready for the party, but I refused. I was going to dress up a little, but if she had helped me I’d end up looking like a slut.

The party started right after the graduation ceremony for those who had finally gotten their degree and Sandra insisted that we be there the moment the doors opened. We weren’t quite the first people there as many people had started before the graduation ceremony had even begun.

Sandra immediately started flitting around the room. I think she knew every single person on our campus so I basically just stayed around her for the first hour or so, marveling at her social abilities. Sandra annoyed me at times with her bubbly ways, but I had to admire the way she dealt with people. She was very outgoing and genuinely friendly and therefore loved by most everyone on campus.

She was also very conscientious of the fact that I was not anything like her in this area. She went out of her way to make sure I wasn’t just a third wheel following her around like a puppy. She actually caused me to converse with people I had never met before that day and I was having quite a good time.

After the first hour, I went to the kitchen to find myself a drink. I had only had soda up to that point but was ready for something a bit stronger. I poured myself rum and Dr. Pepper with some ice and moved to go back into the main area of the house.

“Kate? Kate Linley? You have got to be shitting me!”

I looked up to see Brad Lane, one of my frequent classmates. We were both majoring in creative writing and had started college in the same year so we ended up in a lot of the same classes. He was an intelligent young man, but I had never thought much about him. He was the type of person that would have gotten along with Sandra quite well so I often found him off-putting.

“Hi Brad. How are you?”

“Great! I just can’t believe you’re here. I’ve never seen you at any party before. Not even the egghead parties.”

“I’m not much of a party goer, but I’m sure that’s your entire point.”

He looked at me for a second then said, “Well, you don’t seem to be much different outside of class.” He moved past me to get himself a drink.

“What do you mean by that?” I asked, not sure if I should be offended or not.

“You’re still talking like you’re in class. ‘I’m sure that’s your entire point.’ Come on, school’s over. Lighten up a bit.”

“I have to admit that I’m not very good at doing that.”

“What’re you drinking?” he asked, nodding toward my glass.

“Rum and Dr. Pepper?”

“Dr. Pepper? Well, it’s a start anyway. I hope it’s more rum than Dr. Pepper.”

“I can taste it.”

“Taste it,” he muttered, pouring himself a beer from one of the many kegs. “If you did it right, you should only just be able to taste the Dr. Pepper.”

“I do plan to walk after this party is over.”

“Then you aren’t here to party, woman.”

He walked past me into the front room with his beer and I watched him go. He found a couple of his friends and greeted them loudly with several high fives and crude comments. I watched him for a few seconds, but turned to walk the other way when he turned around to look at me again.

I had lost Sandra in the throng of people but I felt much more at ease with the crowd and started to walk around on my own. I saw a few people that I knew from my own classes and stopped to talk with them a bit. They were all as equally surprised as Brad to see me at the party. I was offended at first but quickly realized that their shock wasn’t unfounded. I was a bit of a bore outside of class and since this was my first college party they had every right to be surprised. It was nice to see that they were happy to see me as opposed to wishing I would go away.

Around 8:00 the music started and people began to dance. I had had a few more rum and Dr. Peppers and I had started adding less and less soda with each drink so I was feeling a bit warm and fuzzy. I found myself laughing quite a bit. Sandra had re-found me by this time and I could tell that she was ecstatic that I was enjoying myself.

“I didn’t know you could laugh.”

I looked up to see Brad Lane next to me again.

“Yes, I can laugh. Class just simply doesn’t afford many laughable moments.”

“Hey, you wanna dance?”

I looked over at the dance floor (it was really a dance ‘room’) as if I had just noticed it then looked back up at him. “Dance? Me?”

“Yeah.” He put his hands in his pockets and I saw that he was actually a bit nervous.

“Oh, I don’t know. My boyfriend-“

“You have a boyfriend?”

“Sort of,” I muttered. “He just left for Europe for the summer and we both agreed that we could take some time off for the summer.”

“Oh geez, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to bring you down. Forget I asked.”

“No, that’s okay,” I said, smiling wanly. “And sure. I’d love to dance.”

I handed my drink to Sandra who looked positively shocked (but smiling) and Brad and I moved to the dance floor. A slow song was playing so I looped my arms about his neck as he placed his hands on my hips.

He cleared his throat and said, “I see that you’ve been enjoying yourself tonight.”

“Yeah, I have. I’m actually surprised at myself. I always thought I’d be terrible at these kind of parties.”

“Did you never do this in high school?”

“Oh god, no!” I said, laughing. “If you think I’ve been a prude in college, you should have seen me in high school. Hell, I didn’t have sex until the end of my freshman year of college.”

I suddenly blushed and looked down, quite embarrassed, but Brad only laughed. Not in a cruel way, though. I looked back up and smiled at him.

“Was it this boyfriend of yours?”

“Yes. We’ve been seeing each other for a year and a half now.”

“And – he wants to take some ‘time off’ this summer.”

“I know how it sounds. He doesn’t want time off. He wants permission to screw around. I know he expects me to wait for him and not do the same.”

“So – are you going to wait for him? Or are you going to do the same?”

I paused a moment, considering, then said, “I suppose it depends on whether or not any opportunities arise while he’s gone. If something happens, I sure the hell won’t feel any guilt because of it.”

“Do you mean that, or is this just all talk?”

“I think I mean it.”

I gasped a little when he put his arms around my waist and pulled me closer. “I was hoping you’d say that.”

I stopped moving when he kissed me, a bit shocked. He gave me several lingering kisses then fully pressed his lips against mine. I finally breathed again and began swaying to the music again, kissing him back.

His tongue nudged my lips and I parted them. I heard a soft moan from him as our tongues met and he pulled me tight against him. I was on my toes – he was about half a foot taller than me – and I could feel my body stretching against his, my back arching.

“That was nice,” he whispered, breaking our kiss. He kissed me lightly a few more times.

“Yeah, it was,” I said, almost sighing.

“I’d like to do it some more, if you don’t mind.”

“I – I don’t mind.”

“You aren’t feeling nervous, are you?”

“Well, yeah, a little,” I admitted. “But it’s a good kind of nervous. It’s not everyday that the hottest man in my classes kisses me.”

He laughed, obviously surprised at my statement. “You think I’m the hottest man in your classes?” I nodded, feeling a little shy now. “Well, I thank you for the compliment. I’ve always found you quite attractive as well.”

He took my hand and began leading me out of the dance room, trying to find some place that was a little less crowded. It was about 8:30 by now and the party was in full swing so it was a little difficult. However, we finally just went outside onto a small balcony off the main hallway. There was a loveseat that Brad pushed up against the doors so no one else could come out.

“Seems a little selfish,” I commented, as he moved the furniture around.

“I really don’t care,” he said, facing me. He grasped my hand, fell back onto the couch and pulled me down on top of him.

I was still nervous, but quite excited by this unexpected turn of events. I reached down and kissed him deeply. He moved his arms around me, holding me tightly, moving his hands all over me.

“You have a very nice ass,” he rasped around our tongues. “It’s so nice to finally touch it.” He grasped my ass with both hands, pulling me tight against him as he pressed his pelvis against me. I could feel his erection and my heart raced. Before I even thought, I sucked his tongue into my mouth, letting him know without words what I really wanted to suck on.

I broke our kiss and moved off of him. He moved back a bit to prop his head up on the armrest, watching me move down onto my knees. He lay back, not offering to assist me as I undid his belt buckle. I pushed his t-shirt up and ran my hands over his bare chest as I kissed his lower stomach. He moaned openly as I ran my tongue over his stomach, moving lower and lower.

I grasped his erection over his jeans and gently massaged him. He said nothing but his breathing rate accelerated. I finally unbuttoned his jeans and pulled the zipper down slowly. As I guessed, he was not wearing any underwear and his hard cock was soon in my hands.

“Ah god,” he moaned as I rubbed my cheek against him and my hands moved all over his impressive length. He reached down and lowered his pants a bit. I finished by pulling his pants completely off, after removing his sneakers.

He sat up and spread his legs and I moved between them. “Come on Kate,” he whispered. “Suck my cock. I know you want to.”

And oh god, I did want to. I had sucked my boyfriend’s penis on several occasions, but never had I needed to suck a cock as badly as I did now.

I placed my lips at the base of his penis and moved up, leaving soft, teasing kisses along his length. When I reached the head, I snaked my tongue around him, still teasing. He grasped my head and I expected him to pull me onto him as my boyfriend always did. Brad just sunk his fingers into my hair and held me as I continued at my own pace.

“Yes!” he rasped as my mouth finally moved around him and my tongue began its work. I moved my hands back onto his cock, stroking him as I sucked and licked. He pushed on my head gently and I moved further down, trying to take all of him in my mouth. I was unable to, but he didn’t push me any further.

I grasped his balls with one hand and began massaging them gently as I began bobbing on his cock. His hips thrust gently at the same tempo and I moaned around him, picturing us – me kneeling before him as he gently fucked my mouth, my hands all over his length and balls.

“That’s it, Kate,” he rasped. “Oh yes, suck my cock. I’m getting so close. You should pull away if you don’t want me to shoot in your mouth.”

I moaned deeply. My boyfriend had never warned me. I didn’t mind having him cum in my mouth, but I always hated that he never warned me.

I simply moved a bit faster and sucked a bit harder which caused Brad to cry out, cumming hard. He grasped my head a firmly for just a moment, then let his hands fall limp to his sides, moaning as I continued to lick and suck at him until every last drop was gone.

I sat next to him as he leaned over and pulled his pants up. He didn’t bother to redo them.

“I can’t believe Kate Linley just gave me a blow job,” he whispered, still breathing a bit hard.

“I’m a little shocked myself,” I whispered back.

He grasped my arms and kissed me. He moved one hand to my neck and began pushing me down to lie on the couch. I spread my thighs as he lay atop me, tangling our legs together.

I sighed deeply when his mouth moved to my neck, kissing, licking and biting, and his hand grasped my breast, kneading aggressively, but gently.

“What do you want, Kate?” he whispered into my ear. “Do you want me to repay the oral favor, or do you want me to fuck you?”

“How about both,” I suggested. “As long as you have some condoms with you.”

“Never leave home without ‘em.”

He began undoing my blouse and I closed my eyes as his lips moved down my chest. My breasts were small but he didn’t seem to mind. He pulled my bra back from one and moved his lips onto my nipple, sucking and licking eagerly.

“Oh yes,” I rasped. “Yes!”

“Sit up so I can take this damn thing off of you.”

“Tear it.”

“What?”

“Tear it off of me.”

I opened my eyes to see the surprised expression on his face, but he quickly complied. After a few tugs, he ripped the delicate lace material from my breasts and dove back onto them, smothering my tits with his face. I grasped his head, tangling my fingers in his hair as his tongue snaked around my other nipple. I writhed beneath him, whimpering as he sucked one nipple and rubbed the other with his fingers.

“Ah god, Brad, you’re driving me crazy!”

He moved down my body and I giggled girlishly when he kissed my stomach, tickling me a bit. He undid my slacks and after removing my sandals, he pulled them off of me.

It was then I realized I was on a balcony, outside, almost completely nude. I felt a little dizzy at my impetuousness and closed my eyes, drinking it in. I knew I may never do anything like this again and I was determined to savor it.

He removed my panties and moved between my legs, hooking one over his shoulder. His hands pulled my lips apart and I could feel his breath on my thighs.

“Oh my god!” I cried weakly as his tongue met my swollen clit. I had never been eaten out before and everything that all the girls told me was true – it was heavenly. It was hard to lie still as his tongue moved between my legs but I did my best.

I was not quiet, however, and I was afraid someone was going to try to force their way outside to save the poor hurt girl who was yelling her fool head off. However, no one even touched the door handle even when I came yelling harshly.

He didn’t stop until I yelled a second time, cursing like I never had before. He pulled away, looking down at me as I gasped, feeling weightless and glorious. I had cum with my boyfriend, several times in fact, but never like that.

I was beginning to wonder what the hell I saw in my boyfriend.

Brad was lowering his pants again. His cock was at full attention and I gently grasped it as he pulled his t-shirt over his head. He let his head hang back a moment, enjoying my caresses, but he quickly stepped back and opened the condom wrapper in his hand. I watched him roll it down his impressive dick.

He moved my legs and sat back on the couch. He grasped my hand, pulled me up and onto his lap. I was still a bit weak from the pleasure he just gave me, but I gave no resistance as grasped my hips and pulled me onto his cock.

I grasped the back of the couch on either side of his head and began moving up and down his length slowly. I moaned deeply as his lips found my breasts and his hands found my ass.

“Fuck me, Kate. Fucking ride me like a horse.”

I began moving faster in his lap and he said, “Yeah,” lecherously then began sucking my nipple harshly. He moved one of his hands onto my other breast as his other hand squeezed my ass, hard.

I began crying out in pleasure and yelled when I felt his finger on my asshole. I kept bucking in his lap as his finger moved in deeper.

“That’s it, Kate,” he rasped. “Fuck me. Pretend you’re the sluttiest little co-ed on campus as you fuck my cock while I finger your ass. Come on, show me how slutty you are.”

My head fell back as I cried out harshly, cumming hard. He laughed devilishly and said, “Don’t you dare stop. Fuck me until you can’t fuck me no more. I want you to cum on my cock over and over again.”

I was crying out with each thrust now, excited beyond belief at his crude words and I came again, bucking harshly in his lap.

I sort of collapsed in his arms so he pushed me down onto the couch, moving over me. He moved his cock back into my roughly and began thrusting hard and fast, rasping harshly as he fucked me.

I think I came three more times before he came, yelling loudly. It might have been only twice more, but I had lost count by then. All I know was that I felt better after fucking Brad than I ever had in my entire life.

We lay there for a while, and Brad dozed for a bit resting his head on my breasts. I looked up at the now dark sky and wondered if my boyfriend was boning another girl tonight. Since he had left just that morning, I highly doubted it and I laughed. I had beaten the son-of-a-bitch at his own game.

Brad woke and we got dressed, going back to the party. Sandra didn’t ask, but she knew what had happened and was shocked and pleased at the same time. Brad and I split up and began to join the party once again.

Sandra ended up leaving with one of her regular boyfriends, so I walked home, too drunk to drive. It wasn’t far and it was light outside being 8:00 in the morning. I smiled, remembering the night before. I had ended up kissing at least three other guys although those sessions did not end up with mind-blowing sex. Just a couple of hand jobs.

I laughed at this thought, amazed at myself and what I had done in the past 15 hours. Before the party, I had seen and touched only one penis. I had now seen and touched a total of 5 cocks and I didn’t regret anything I did.

“Hey, sexy.”

I stopped and looked behind me. There were many people walking back home from the party and Brad had caught up with me.

“Hey,” I said, smiling.

“I saw that you had a damn good time last night. And even without me to guide you.”

“If it makes you feel any better, I wouldn’t have if you hadn’t loosened me up, so to speak.”

“Did I hear right? Did you give James Paulson a hand job right in front of two other guys?”

I blushed a bit. “Yeah, you heard right.”

“Why are you blushing?” he asked softly. “That’s damn sexy. Wish I could have seen that.”

“Maybe next time.”

“Hey – you wanna go get breakfast? Maybe – come over to my place afterwards?”

I looked at him for a bit then said, “Yeah, I think I would like that.”

“So, what are you going to tell the boyfriend when he gets back?” Brad asked as we started walking again.

“What boyfriend?”