I do not remember too much of the party. It was a friend of a friend, whose friend had a house party. By the time it came to me, I was as close to a random off the street as you could get.
This meant that I didn't really know anyone there. My friend Katy, who had invited me along, knew only one person. I only knew Katy. As our plan to go came together, I didn't like it much. I knew I would be alone at someone's house.
I only had one way to get through that conundrum. I had two shots before I left and headed straight for the booze as soon as we got there.
I had been raised well but Katy assured me it would be fine for us to show up empty-handed. Her excuse was that we were two hot chicks and they would be buying us drinks all night if we were out anyway.
That's how I ended up drunk and alone in a stranger's house, surrounded by low light and even more strangers. It probably wasn't the worst way to spend a Friday night, but the results were predictable.
I didn't black out but it was definitely a blur. I didn't remember his name but I remember laughing a lot at some of the lines he passed off. It was chilly out so I remember feeling cold as I left the house party.
Katy stopped me to ask if I was okay. I think she tried to stop me from leaving, or maybe from leaving with him.
I remember that vaguely. But I don't remember going to his place. If I had not been so drunk, I would not have gone to his place. We would have gone to mine.
There was not much doubt in anyone's mind what was going to happen. He didn't know it but I am pretty easy. I just feel more comfortable, if I'm going to fuck a stranger, it should be at my place.
I was definitely awake when his hands made their way under my shirt. We were on the couch and the lights were on.
I kept kissing him, it was mildly passionate and very, very eager. Maybe he thought that was what he needed to do to warm me up and seal the deal on getting laid.
The kissing did little to turn me on. It was fun but his hands groping me were doing much more to arouse me.
I had probably been lying there mostly unresponsive to his advances when he had started. I kissed back a little and started to feel him up too.
His shirt came off easily but I fumbled for quite some time before finally getting his pants open. I was a little disappointed by what I felt.
I did not think this was going to be anything special. He was mostly out of shape and a little sweaty. I wasn't going to stop him but I didn't anticipate much. Sex, maybe a quick nap in his bed, then I would go home. Maybe I would be lucky enough for him to leave me wet enough that I would not need much lube when I got myself off.
Slightly self-conscious of myself, knowing I was about to give it up to a middle-of-the-pack specimen, I did a quick mental run-through of my own readiness. My dress was already off, but I remembered that I had found matching clean underwear. Check.
It was a slow week at work so I had gotten in a little extra time at the gym. I remembered that I was very happy with how I had looked naked in the mirror that morning, my tummy taut and flat. Check.
I also remembered that I had gotten waxed earlier that week. Check. Hopefully he'd get turned on enough and my slick pussy would get him off quickly.
Drunk, I did not really consider the notion that I could stop this all right here. I could be outside and in a ride home in minutes.
I had committed to this though. I needed some release and this may help.
Judging by what I felt, he needed this as well. I did not want to be a cock tease. Giving it up to some random that I was not really attracted to felt way better in my head. I did not want to be a tease, at any cost.
He stopped kissing me and raised himself up on the couch. I covered my eyes a little, not to avoid looking at him but because my eyes were sensitive. He made a definite sound of clear approval before reaching around to open my bra.
As he peeled it away, seeing what was revealed got another, longer whistle of approval. I am lucky to have big boobs.
Even better for him, I had gotten them fixed up a few years earlier. They were still soft but they stood up nicely whatever position I was in. I am sure they looked fantastic to him above me, lying on the couch.
Now that I was topless, he was not going to miss an opportunity. He clearly liked what he saw and started to kiss and lick. As his tongue assaulted my nipples, his hand found its way down the front of my panties.
None of that was necessary for me, though. I was secretly annoyed with myself for getting so turned on by the whole situation.
I had decided I was going to fuck him long before he chatted me up much. By now, anticipating having a cock in me, I was wet enough that my panties were probably damp.
He was my party favor. Nothing else about the night was great, but at least I was going to get laid. Even if nothing else, it would at least fuel some hot masturbation sessions for the next week. Maybe.
As his fingers slipped between my gooey pussy lips, he grunted. I knew this was getting closer to his limit and I really did not want him to finish too quickly.
I had this experience with too many average guys before. They would all get shy after they came in their pants, just like the movie. Those nights all ended in no sex, and I definitely did not want that tonight.
I let him push my panties all the way down to my ankles. When he pushed his pants and boxers down though, I stopped him.
"Let's go to your bed," I told him.
I wanted to slow him around. More important though, it was bright here. I was not above getting fucked by some guy I did not know on his couch. I did have slightly higher hopes than this though.
"Let's just start," he said back.
"Not like this."
I guess that could have meant anything but he got the message. Maybe he was even a little annoyed. I was well out of his league though and everything indicated that he was extremely eager to get off.
He stood up and took only a moment to pull his pants up a little before he reached his hand out to me. My panties hit the floor as I sat up on the couch. Classy. I took his hand to help me stand.
All the lights were on. It was a long walk down a bright hallway to his room. I was concentrating on following him but I did notice several open doors along the way. Big apartment. Maybe there was some hope for him.
Finally we got to his room. Thankfully, the lights were off. I found the bed in the light from the open door to the hallway. As I laid on my back and set up some pillows, he rummaged around in a drawer.
None of this took too long. That was good because I was ready to go. I wanted dick. I wanted to feel a man inside my pussy. I wanted him to take it, and I wanted him to ride me until he let loose. I wanted to be the reason he came.
As he moved to the door, I could see him putting on a condom. I had not gone through that part of the checklist in my head before. I rarely did when I was this drunk. It had been a while since I was on birth control and I did not have any Plan B ready to go at home. Plus, who knows what he had.
There was not much fanfare or any kissing when he got to the bed. It was dark and my legs were already spread. He lined up and slid in easily.
It all felt good. He was not very big, but not tiny. I did not feel like he was in good enough shape to fuck me so hard it hurt.
He did not make much sound, so I added a little bit of background noise by moaning. This was not too difficult. While he was not making me moan with his thrusting, I was still pretty close. I just helped the soundtrack along a little.
I opened my eyes after a little while. With my head propped up on the pillows, I could see a little.
The bedroom door was open. I was sure he had closed it before. I remembered that the hallway light had been on. That light was off now.
There was some backlighting though, probably from the living room down the hall.
What I saw was a figure standing there.
It was a male figure. He was naked. He was hard. He was watching. He had a hand on his cock, working it slowly.
Whatever fake moans I was letting out before turned to real ones. Exciting as it was to be getting fucked, and by a stranger, now I was being watched. Whoever this was, a roommate or something, was enjoying the sight of me getting hammered.
The hammering part was not going so well. The guy on me, and I realized now that I didn't know his name, was starting to get soft. He sat up a little and looked at me.
I was transfixed, looking at the voyeur. As my lover stopped, he looked at me and saw that I wasn't paying attention to him.
"What?"
"Oh, nothing," I replied.
I was not thinking too fast. He saw me looking, not at him. I switched my gaze, looking down at his now-softening, rubber-covered cock.
He looked back at the doorway, where I had been looking.
As luck would have it, the voyeur had vanished. The guy in bed with me did not seem to notice that the door, the door he had closed, was now open.
Maybe he did notice. I doubt he cared much.
He did look down to his cock though. At this point it was completely soft.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine," he answered.
I reached down to help him out a little. The condom was dripping wet from my pussy and there was lube on the inside as well. It was all slippery and very easy to use to massage him. I hoped to massage him back to life so he could finish.
"You don't seem okay," I told him.
"I don't like those things very much."
Aside from obvious, this was not an original statement. I don't think anyone likes them.
"Then take it off," I told him, deadpan.
I let go of him. It did not take him a moment to get it off. A couple of strokes of his hand later, he looked ready again.
