The party had gone exactly how Sam and Holly thought it would. The end of senior year blow out that everyone at their college needed, in their very own house. Graduation was less than a week away and finals had just finished, giving them 5 days for debauchery. So why not have a rager?
It was 3 am now and the house was just clearing out. Sam waved goodnight to his roommate before shutting his door. Holly, her head swimming with excitement and an enormous level of vodka in her system, saluted back to him and grabbed her doorknob. She was a little shaky on her legs, but no worse off than any other friday night.
Sam and Holly had been best friends their whole lives. They'd grown up next door to each other, graduated high school together, and had gotten their own apartment their sophomore year. They'd been there for each other through happiness and heartbreaks and although the future was a mystery, Holly was sure she'd spend most of her time with him.
Her mind was thinking to graduation, starting her career in money managment, marriage to a mystery man, kids. She was thinking so hard that she didn't notice the lump in her bed until she landed on it. She screeched, falling out of the bed. The bed thief looked up, confused, then went back to sleep. It was their friend, Erica, who had a disappeared before the party ended.
Melody growled, shaking Erica's shoulder to no avail.
There wasn't enough room in her bed for the two of them, but she'd be damned if she was going to sleep on the floor.
Drunk and pissed off, she stormed into the living room, ready to sleep on the couch. Then, she had a better idea.
Sam opened his door in nothing but a pair of briefs. Holly felt a blush creep up her ears. He was 6'5" and was lean and muscular, with chocolate brown eyes and dark, wavy hair. She, on the other hand, was short, barely hitting 5'2" and was pale as they came, with firey red hair, blue eyes and freckles covering a large portion of her face.
"Can i help you?" Sam asked, his posture showing that he was still drunk himself.
"Erica stole my bed. You're on the couch," Holly breezed past him, flopping onto his bed.
"Oh hell no, get out of my bed!" Sam grabbed her leg and started pulling. Holly refused. "Can't, I'm way too comfortable." She began to unzip her thigh high boots (which were knee high on people of normal height), revealing black knee high stockings against milky white skin. Sam released her leg, then left the room for a moment. He came back with a bottle of tequila and two shot glasses.
"Drinking contest. First one to take five shots wins the bed."
Holly laughed, kicking her boots off. "You're on." Sam lined the shot glasses up, pouring them to the top. He glanced back at Holly and saw her still in her crop top and tight skirt that hugged the curves of her hips that he'd always tried to ignore and the black knee highs. He couldnt help but see the smattering of freckles across her shoulders and wonder how far they went.
He shook the thoughts away, waving her up to his dresser. They each grabbed their respective shot glasses."
"One...two...three...go!"
They both downed their shots. Then the second set. Then the third. Then the fourth. Then the final.
Sam beat Holly by about thirty seconds.
Holly gagged on her last shot, the tang of the tequila sending shivers down her spine. She never drank it without limes and could feel the burn the whole way down.
Sam flopped onto his bed, spread eagle. "Ha ha. Now I'm drunk AND I have my bed." He laughed. Holly knew she'd lost, but refused to sleep on their lumpy, second hand couch. She hopped onto the bed next to him, refusing to move.
"No way, I won fair and square!" He yelled, his words slurring a little.
"Well that's too damn bad. Goodnight!" She laughed, propping her head up on a pillow. Sam rolled onto his side, staring at her. Then he rolled on top of her, pinning her to the bed.
"You dont get to accept a challenge and then refuse to take the loss, ma'am!"
Holly pretended to be sleeping, a smirk on her face. Sam put his hands on the bed above her shoulders, repeatedly pushing on them to make her bounce. "I know you're not asleep, you open your eyes and take your punishment, damn it."
His plan backfired, his eyes averting to her breasts bouncing with the bed. He gulped loudly, feeling his arousal grow. When he forced his gaze up, his eyes met hers.
Holly wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled his head down, her lips against his. Sam made a startled noise, pulling back. She looked up at him again, appearing just as shocked as he was. Holly scrambled to get out from under Sam, every part of her on fire. She managed to reach the door and start to open it, before she felt his presence behind her. Sam smacked his hand full force into the door, shutting it. Holly turned, her back against the door, staring up at the man who she'd never known as more than a friend towering over her. He bent down, smashing his lips onto hers. A loudly moan escaped her mouth as he kissed her. Sam tucked his hands behind her, grabbing her ass and pulling her up to his level. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her hands finding their way into his hair as they kissed for what felt like hours.
Eventually the kissing lightened, and Holly wriggled to the ground.
"Holy shit, what the fuck what that?" She muttered, her whole face and neck flushed. She looked up at Sam, expecting him to laugh it off. But she found him staring at her, his breathing heavy and eyes full of desire. She felt a throbbing in her pussy, realizing that she had put herself between him and the bed.
Suddenly Sam closed the gap between them and found his lips back on hers, her back on the bed. Her hands explored his bare chest and she could feel his arousal hardening against her thigh. His lips pulled off of her and made their way to her neck. A loud moan escaped her, her body arching into his. His hand fisted into her firey hair, his teeth sinking in to spots on Holly's neck she'd never knew would drive her that wild. His hands released her hair, traveling down to the hem of her top and roaming up her stomach. He finally reached her breasts, feeling no fabric barrier between them. Holly had small, B cup tits and never felt the need for bras. They hurt her shoulders too much and she knew she could get away with it.
Sam pulled his lips away from Holly's neck with protests from her to pull her shirt up over her head. He took a moment to take in his best friend, her red hair splayed on the bed underneath her, her soft white skin dusted with freckles across the shoulders and tops of her breasts.
