After four years of hard work and, to be fair, hard partying, it was all finished. Weâd all passed our BA (Hons) Degree in Business Studies at Edinburgh University with varying degrees of success, but the main thing was that we had all passed! Over the four years we had formed a pretty tight group - nine of us in all, a spread of blokes and girls. Some of us were in relationships, others not. There had been some who had paired off in the group, some of which had worked out others had not, but everyone had remained friends. All good, and graduation day was here.
We were all dressed up to the nines for the event: the girls all had smart skirt suits on and the guys were all in full kilt attire (traditional for an event like this in Scotland). After all the pomp and fanfare of graduation day, we had arranged to go out for a meal, along with various family members who had joined us for the celebrations. There were 25 of us in total, including Gill, Derek and Mike - the three mates I was tightest with. The meal was a fairly boozy affair with the wine flowing freely - as our parents were picking up the tab, we werenât holding back! After two or three hours, the extended family members all headed off either to their hotels and a couple of them went for a quiet drink elsewhere, leaving the rest of us to party properly. It was going to be a long night!! After a few pubs, we ended up in the student union - Iâm sure this was the smartest attire the surroundings had seen since this time last year!
We had managed to commandeer a group of tables not too far from the bar, but it was like having our own private area. Gill was sitting across from me, with her legs crossed. Her skirt was ridding up to show a good amount of her perfect thighs, covered in very sheer black tights. Sheâd taken her jacket off, leaving her dark red silk blouse clinging to her full breasts - Gill had quite a slight frame, so her 32DD tits looked huge on her, but at the same time very pert. They always caught my eye! Damn shame she had a boyfriend, albeit an absentee one. I needed a drink!
âMy roundâ, I announced. âWho wants what?â Having collected a sizeable order, I headed to a crowded bar. Whilst leaning on the bar, I felt a pair of hands grab my waist.
âThought you might need a handâ said Gill.
âCheers dear! Having fun then?â I asked.
âBrilliant night so far, just donât want it to endâ she grinned.
âIâm sure weâll manage to keep going for a while longer! Why donât we all head back to my flat after the bar closes and we can carry on partying? Iâve got some beers and some vodka in the flat, and Iâm sure Dek might have some other indulgences!â I suggested.
âSounds like a planâ she replied.
The barmaid had finally spotted me, and came over and took my order. Gill placed her arm round my waist. âSo Mike, are we a true Scotsman tonight then?â Have to say, the question caught me by surprise a little, but when youâre out in pubs in a kilt that kind of question does come up, and I came back with my standard response.
âThatâs for me to know Gill, and for...â before I could finish my line, she put her hand up the bottom of my kilt, slowly bringing it higher.
â...and for me to find out?â she queried. In a flash, her hand had gone right up my kilt and grabbed a handful of my cock. Iâm not of monster proportions, but bigger than average I would say.
âOoh, you are. Very impressiveâ she smiled as she pulled her hand out.
âJesus Gill, I wasnât expecting that. Youâve given me an instant hard onâ.
âReally? Didnât know I would have that quick an effect on youâ she said. Her hand moved across my waist and down the front of my kilt, grabbing my cock through the material. I was rock hard by now.
âMuch more fun the first wayâ I suggested. Gill moved her hand slowly to the bottom of my kilt, and started to run her hand up my thighs. She slowly teased me getting closer and closer, then instead of grabbing my cock like before, she took both of my balls in her hand and started massaging them.
âHmm, nice and fullâ she said, smirking.
My cock was as hard as it had ever been by now, and I think Gill sensed this. She moved her hand across and started stroking very slowly. I could feel some pre-cum starting to gather, allowing Gill to moisten the head.
âSomebody really is horny!â she said as she slowly kept stroking away. Gill rose up on her toes and nibbled at my ear
âThatâs enough for you, down boy!â She turned to the bar and picked up a couple of our drinks. âHope you find someone to take advantage of thatâ she grinned, winked and walked off to the crowd.
Half of me was fit to burst having had a very sensual and horny five minutes, the other half was frustrated that she had left me in such a state and not finished anything. The one bonus was that the sporran of the kilt did allow me to hide what would otherwise have been a very obvious erection that I was now sporting! The barmaid came back with the final drinks and my change, giving me a very knowing smile. I had been oblivious to the fact that the whole time this had been going on with Gill, the barmaid had been delivering drinks to us, and probably had a very good view.
I made my way back to the tables with a tray of drinks. Gill was sitting in the corner just grinning away at me. I smiled back, and decided that one way or another I was definitely going to have some more fun at some stage tonight. The rest of the night passed without any other real incidents. We all had a blast and were ready to keep on going for at least another couple of hours so, as promised, I invited everyone back to the flat. There were about ten of us initially, but after an hour or two it had thinned out to just myself, Dek, Mike and Gill. Most of the beer I had in the fridge was gone now, and we were on to the last of the vodka. Gill and I were sitting on the couch picking different tunes on the iPod, Dek and Mike were sitting at the table rolling some interesting looking cigarettes!!
A few drinks later, and a few smokes, we were all feeling pretty chilled - some more than others! Dek and Mike had pretty much passed out on the floor and armchair respectively. âGod my feet are killing meâ said Gill as she pulled her feet up and slipped her high heels off.
âOK, one time offer. How about a foot rubâ I suggested, with my mind thinking two steps ahead. All women love a foot rub. Fact!
âOoh, would you. That would be amazingâ Gill replied.
âLie back thenâ. Gill stretched out on the couch with her head at the opposite end from me, resting both of her feet on my lap. Her skirt rode up further, allowing me a good view of her thighs, and I was sure I would be able to get a better view as things progressed.
I started to massage around her ankle, slowly moving down her nylon-covered foot towards her toes. I spent some time rubbing each of her toes individually.
âThatâs sublime!â Gill murmured, obviously very relaxed by now, with her eyes closed. As I moved on to the ball of her foot, I pushed back slightly causing her knee to lift up and at the same time have the desired effect of her skirt riding up even further. And I wasnât disappointed. Not only was her skirt now well past mid-thigh, but as I could also see that she wasnât wearing tights. Just past the level of her skirt, I could see a thick band of lace, and it also looked as if they were full stockings being pulled tight by some suspender straps. I couldnât quite see, but was sure I would find out.