Part I - The Party
"Here babe," I said, handing my girlfriend my phone as I glanced in the rearview mirror and exited the expressway, "will you text Joe for me and tell him we're almost there? Their house is only a few more minutes away."
Kelsie took my phone and smirked at me slightly, "Are you sure you still trust me with your phone? We wouldn't want a repeat of last night now would we?"
"I don't know," I teased her back, "last night seemed to go okay from my perspective. Unless you have another practical joke planned, I wouldn't want to spoil your fun."
Kelsie and I were in the car on the way to my friend Joe's annual holiday party, a few minutes late but making pretty good time through the light traffic. We had left a few minutes after six that evening to make the hour-long drive north, but had just arrived outside the secluded neighborhood where Joe and his wife, Megan.
Joe, one of my closest friends from law school, had recently quit the corporate consulting job he'd held since we graduated five years previously to take over the daily responsibilities of running his parents' family office, a task that kept him in New York for a decent portion of each week. Megan, Joe's statuesque blonde wife, was the social media coordinator for a local non-profit that worked to protect seabirds, but her natural beauty and imperious bearing hinted at her past as a runway model.
Turning from the road onto a queen palm-lined drive, I pulled in behind a row of cars and put the car in park. As I stepped from the car, I pulled on my coat jacket and walked around to open Kelsie's door. Taking my proffered hand, Kelsie swung her legs from the passenger seat and smoothed her dress as she stood, my breath catching slightly as her beauty struck me anew. After debating several outfits earlier this afternoon, Kelsie had eventually selected a thigh-length red sequined sheath dress that clung to her lithe body, accentuating her rounded bubble butt and prominent, high-set breasts. The back of the dress was cut deeply to Kelsie's waist, revealing an expanse of smooth, tanned skin and highlighting her lack of a bra or any visible tan lines. Kelsie had spent the hour before we left focused on the bathroom mirror, applying makeup and styling her brunette locks in an elaborate updo to achieve a stunning effect. The sight of Kelsie in a sexy dress was a treat as we both worked long hours and spent most of our time together relaxing at home in casual clothes.
"Holy shit!" Kelsie exclaimed, rubbing her arms and shivering slightly as she pulled on her coat and surveyed the imposing house and manicured grounds. "You mentioned Joe's family had money, but this is something else."
"I know, right?" I agreed aloud, "Wait until you see the inside. Joe's house is gorgeous — just the kitchen is enough to make you want to move in permanently."
"Hmm well lucky for you he's already taken, otherwise I'd really have to turn on the charm today." Kelsie teased.
"Yeah, but then you'd have to deal with Megan." I said archly, "she'd eat you alive."
Kelsie laughed loudly. "Well I guess this is best for both of us then, you'll be the only one eating me, thank you very much," she joked, squeezing my ass through my pants before taking my hand as we headed towards the house.
Strolling up the cobblestoned drive, Kelsie snuggled closer to me and wrapped my arm around her shoulders. "Brr, it's cold out here! I hope the fire pit is nice and toasty."
"I'm sure it is, Joe said he was going to start getting everything ready this morning and people usually start arriving for cocktails around 5:00 so the party should be in full-swing. Usually they have a really good caterer too so the food should be great at least."
A few seconds after I rang the bell a pair of footsteps approached and a staff member in a black caterers' outfit opened the door to admit us inside out of the chill. "Welcome to the Annual Henderson Party," the staffer intoned dryly, "can I take your jackets?"
Kelsie and I shrugged off our outerwear and handed them to the attendant before heading through the foyer towards the sounds of dozens of guests mingling in the great room. Against one wall, a line of white-tableclothed buffet tables held an array of gorgeous dishes and stacks of servingware while tall, slender tables dotting the room bore trays of filled champagne flutes. The enormous room was dominated by a towering, ribbon-festooned evergreen positioned against one wall, stretching up towards the vaulted cathedral ceiling. Thousands of tiny lights twinkled from the branches, lending an illusion of fluttering snowflakes to the festive display.
Taking in the decor, I gazed around the room and sized up the crowd, recognizing a few old friends and familiar faces from previous years' parties. I turned as I heard Joe's voice boom from a crowd of partygoers clustered near the base of the Christmas tree. "Andrew! You made it." I spotted Joe's blonde hair as he made his way through the crowd, emerging to greet me with a hug and slap on the back before straightening and extending a hand to Kelsie as she stood at my side. "And you must be Kelsie, Andrew's told me about you but it's great to finally meet in person."
"Likewise." Kelsie said warmly, shaking Joe's hand. "Thanks for having me! You have a beautiful house, and the tree is absolutely breathtaking."
"Well thank you, but I can't take any credit for that, it's all my wife, Megan's doing. She put me in charge of the bar for the night but other than that I'm pretty much useless. Speaking of Megan," Joe continued, looking around the room, "she's around here somewhere, I know she's been dying to meet you."
Following Joe's gaze, I spotted Megan across the room talking animatedly with a short, pixie-cut sporting blonde in a black cocktail dress. I raised a hand in the air and waved, "Hey, Megan!"
I saw Megan's eyes widen at the sound of her name, her face breaking into a beaming smile as she recognized me. Megan waved back at me before she quickly excused herself from her conversation and strode towards us, heads around the room turning to follow her swaying hips as she seemed to glide across the thick Persian rug covering the center of the floor. Megan was dressed for the party in a chic, long-sleeved green tunic dress that stretched tight across her ample chest and hugged close to her flat belly before flaring just below her hips to drape around her long, fit legs. Diamond studs sparkling at her earlobes matched the gleam of a heavy tennis bracelet as it dangled loosely around one wrist. The outfit was topped by Megan's dark blonde hair pulled back into an elegant chignon, accentuating her slender neck and high cheekbones. Taking in Megan's bright eyes and the arousal-like flush spreading up her neck and into her cheeks I sucked in my breath; I could tell that she was thoroughly enjoying her party already.
"Andrew!" Megan squealed, striding forward to embrace me in a big hug and squeezing her large chest against me so I could feel the soft crush of her tits. "I didn't know you were here. I've been pestering Joe all day with questions about when you were coming."
"Sorry we got a bit of a late start," I apologized as Megan released her hold, "here, meet Kelsie."
Megan embraced Kelsie, pulling her in to kiss her quickly on both cheeks. "It's so nice to finally meet you! And let me just say, if you left late because you were picking out that dress it was worth the wait. You look gorgeous." Megan complimented as she eyed Kelsie with a predatory gleam in her eyes. "Maybe we can trade style tips sometime."
"Yeah! I'd like that," Kelsie beamed, stepping slightly closer to Megan as the taller woman's magnetic presence washed over us.
