Author's note: This is a slow building story, so if you're looking for a quickie, look elsewhere. This is my first attempt at a long, multi chapter story!
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My girlfriend Kaya loved to invite me to various get togethers, parties and other such alleged causes for celebration. Personally, I'm more of a private person that enjoys their solitude, but Kaya was a social butterfly. She took to these occasions like a moth to a light and as her boyfriend, I was pressed into service as her plus one. It would usually come in the form of a last minute text reading "Dennis, we're going to..." or "Dennis clear your calendar..."
Kaya was a bubbly personality, having moved down to the city for college from her miniscule hometown out in the Midwest. I was impressed that she managed to escape the hell that small towns are for girls her age and move out to LA for college, especially since she had attended an elite school. But one year removed from college, she remained the same bubbly if a bit naive Midwestern girl that was at her heart, a people pleaser. Kaya had booksmarts, but was a bit of an airhead. Jokes would fly over her head and she would fill any silence she deemed uncomfortable with a vacuous giggle. Aside from not understanding some of my jokes, her being a bit of a ditz wasn't what bothered me.
Kaya was a prude; a massive one at that.
With a stunning body like hers, it was a bit of a laugh to think she didn't have the faintest idea of sex. She knew the basics, but anything beyond missionary or possibly even a blowjob were alien concepts to her- not that she was unaware, she simply found them to be strange and gross. Moreover, she had a deeply ingrained sense of modesty at all times. Standing at about 5'5, her trim body boasted a large ass and two large breasts- double Ds that were dotted by medium sized, dark nipples. Her body was a light tan with brown-blonde hair on top. Fittingly enough, she was often dressed conservatively both out in public and in private.
I stood a good 4 inches taller than her, but hardly anyone looked at me while the two of us were out. Just the same, I didn't mind; I was happy with how I looked- usually unshaven and in a shirt and jeans and appreciated the effort Kaya put into her appearance. She had a penchant for unhealthy food though, and when you date someone like that, it rubs off on you, and I had a slightly out of shape figure to boast in return.
Don't get me wrong, Kaya was fine on her own and if anything, the issue lie with me. I was a good 3 years older than Kaya, and in my time in college and out of it, had undergone something of a sexual revolution that continued into our relationship. I loved being naked, and I especially loved being brazen about my sexual activities. I lived for pleasure, and very little seemed off limits for me. The night before, I had a moment of clarity in realizing gender didn't matter so much to me in my sexual fantasies. I was bisexual. But in broaching the subject with Kaya, she became aloof, stating it was fine but that she preferred her men to be men (whatever the hell THAT meant). I thus spent the night on eggshells, wondering if the end was nigh for Kaya and myself.
I was bored, becoming progressively more drunk and quickly growing horny. I nearly reached my breaking point after kissing Kaya on the neck, to which she only batted me away telling me to stop and that people would see us. So I did what any drunk and moody man of my age would do and continued to drink, sitting on the couch with the various other souls that had found themselves at this shindig. I didn't lurk for long though, as soon enough, the apartment door opened up and I was greeted to the sight of Kaya's best friend- Sabrina.
Sabrina was Kaya's opposite, in just about every conceivable way. While Kaya sported a much more youthful look and hardly looked 21, Sabrina looked her age and then some. Shorter at about 5'3, Sabrina had pale skin and a much rounder, squarish face. Her tits were smaller and a bit saggier (I'd assume a B cup) and her ass was smaller (though much more pert and tight). Rather than having the long and silky hair Kaya had, Sabrina had lightly curled black hair which she often wore straight down, parted in the middle. Most notably, she had a large, upturned nose which gave rise to many a cruel nickname behind her back. Sabrina was not a knockout by any means, and while I wouldn't say she was ugly, she didn't catch people's attention on looks alone.
Looks can be deceiving however.
For what Sabrina lacked in conventional beauty, she made up for in spades with personality. She was always beaming, quick to make conversation and was confident to a fault. So much so that she could make someone as insecure as Kaya feel inadequate, her bold demeanor often times seemingly pushy, domineering over her friend. Sabrina wasn't afraid of getting her way, and coupled with her appearance, made people resentful at times of her. I for one loved it, and while many of Kaya's friends were nice enough, I enjoyed being candid with Sabrina. Maybe that's why my dumb face turned into a goofy, wide smile when she entered.
Drink in hand, with many more inside of me, I stood up and ambled over towards her. She must have noticed my less than sober walk and raised an eyebrow, telling me to slow down. I laughed and wrapped one arm around her, holding my drink in it as I squeezed.
"Oh c'mon don't give me that half hearted hug," she laughed, taking my drink from my hand and taking a sip from it. "Give me a real one!"
Without the drink in hand, I wrapped both my arms around Sabrina, giving her a tight squeeze as she laughed and hugged back. Despite being a bit glammed up in comparison to everyone at the party- dressed in a strapless jumpsuit that hugged her body snug- her hug felt warm and inviting, my hand resting on the bare skin on her back. I pushed Sabrina into me, stroking her back slightly.
"Ooh someone smells good!" she laughed, taking note of my cologne. My girlfriend was fairly indifferent to how I smelled, so long as it wasn't bad, and balked at the idea of going cologne shopping with me. She had mentioned it to Sabrina who gave her input. I had ended up purchasing the one she mentioned, though I had honestly forgotten all about it being her choice when I did. It had just dawned on me now, though.
"Oh yeah, just thought I'd try something new!" I slurred a bit, blushing enough to make her giggle back at my anxiousness. Sabrina in turn placed her hand on my chest, leaning forward a bit and took another sniff.
"Well I love it," she said in a lower tone, smiling in a much more alluring way. Being a drunk 20something, I naturally responded in smooth fashion.
"Heh, yeah well, uh, you smell great too!" I offered, leaning forward, wrapping one arm around her again and pulling her towards me. By now she was audibly laughing, throwing her head back as I sniffed around her neck.
"Oh my God stop that tickles!" she laughed, turning pink. My face, with shorn facial hair leaving only a hint of stubble on it, rubbed against her pale skin. She did smell good, with a sweet, floral scent filling my nostrils. It made my face burn red, a warmth coursing in my veins as I rubbed my face against her daisy-like skin. I could feel a shiver run over Sabrina, holding my hand against the small of her back tightly. I kept rubbing my face on her neck and shoulders, unwittingly planting my lips on them and dragging them over her. My cock awoke now, roused by the primal lust brewing inside of me. Luckily I pulled away, still keeping my hand on the small of her back. Sabrina didn't seem to mind, looking up to me with a wide smile.
"I think YOU have had a little too much mister," she said, taking a sip from my glass and wincing. "Jesus what is this?"
"Something too strong for youuuu," I slurred, poking her in the chest. Sabrina looked down at my hand, raising a single eyebrow and flashing a sultry glance.
"Try me," she said in a much lower, husky tone, leaning in towards me before taking a harty swig from the glass. I turned a rich red in return, taking my glass back and drinking from it, quickly.
The two of us walked towards the kitchen, elbowing our way through. It had been a fairly lively party so thankfully my fear of being spotted in our earlier embrace was unfounded. Grabbing another bottle of liquor, I topped off my glass, to which Sabrina took another sip.
"So where's Kaya?" she asked, closing her eyes and letting the strong taste of alcohol run over her. She opened her eyes again, visibly shuttering. "God damn!" she added with a laugh.
"I uh, she's, somewhere," I began, looking around. In the distance near the window facing the street, I spotted Kaya with two of her friends, Paul and Stan. Both were gay and generally were saddled with babysitting duty when she either got too drunk or just when she decided the crowd at the party was not to her liking. Poor guys, they were pretty alright dudes. "Over there," I said pointing to where she stood. I visibly turned to Sabrina, who was pushed into me by some clod stomping through the kitchen.
"Oh shit, sorry!" he said, glancing over but continuing on his way.
The drink in turn spilled onto Sabrina's chest, prompting me to grab a nearby napkin from a stack and began dabbing where it landed. I didn't think twice for a second about my actions, feeling genuinely apoplectic about it. It took me a moment to realize how handsy I was being, and it was Sabrina's turn to blush in response.
Her eyes were wide, looking down at my hand. A nervous smile formed on her face, turning into a bit of a smirk- the rapid heartbeat I felt with my hand disputed that swagger. Her arms moved to her sides, pushing her chest out a bit.
"Dennis," she began in a quiet but excited tone. She let me keep my hand on her chest, though the awkwardness was enough for me to realize how inappropriate I was being, quickly retreating it away. "People can see you!" she whispered, taking the napkin and finishing what I had started. I looked away, unsure of why I acted as I did. I peered to Sabrina to handed me my glass. "C'mon let's find Kaya." she said in an upbeat voice, as though nothing had happened.
Something HAD happened, however, and something WAS happening in my pants- my cock growing harder and harder. It felt wrong to be attracted to Sabrina. She wasn't particularly my type- physically speaking anyway- and it was wholly wrong. I dreaded that she would likely tell Kaya what had transpired, a sobering thought that put a bit of a damper on my mood. I would deserve it. But still, my cock roared with attention as we pushed our way to the couch, holding onto her wrist as we made our way. My hand moved down to hers, to which she reciprocated, holding mind was we reached the couch.
"Sabrina!" Kaya cried, rising up and nearly knocking over the coffee table. As Kaya hugged Sabrina, the contrast between the two could not have been any more glaring. While Sabrina was dressed for a night out to be seen, Kaya had opted for a t-shirt and jeans. As they hugged and posed for a selfie together, I felt a bit angry. As horny as I was, I couldn't get any sort of sexual thoughts; Kaya was simply dressed too desexualized, and I was a bit angry still about how she had pushed me away for being bisexual. It was aggravating, and my face turned into a scowl as I sat on the couch and said hi to Paul and Stan.
"Everything ok?" Paul asked curiously. He and Stan both chuckled slightly, both knowing I was less talkative and social than Kaya.
"He's just mad someone bumped into him and spilled his drink," Sabrina said, butting into the conversation. It was her way, and I wasn't either surprised or annoyed. "Not much of a story really." she said, giving me a wink. Instantly I perked up a little, smirking and looking bashfully down at my glass. Maybe luck was on my side tonight yet.
"That's so funny!" Kaya began. She must have had a drink or two. "Isn't that funny Paul? That's like the one story I was just telling you about, the one I was JUST saying, isn't it? Isn't it funny? That's too funny."
I leaned back into my chair, half listening to the conversation and peering into my glass. I replayed the previous few minutes in my head, Sabrina's scent, her touch, MY touch. It had an effect on me, making me feel fuzzy and smirk. Little to my knowledge, however, it was making the very visible tent in my pants more pronounced. My phone vibrated, waking me from my daydream. It was a message from Sabrina. I glanced up and saw her holding her phone but looking as Kaya continued talking. She shot me a coy smile, squinting her eyes as she did. I looked back to my phone and opened the message.
