Authors Note: All characters in this story are fictional and above the age of 18.
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We flooded back into the dimly lit house, drunk, rowdy, and thoroughly disappointed.
Well, only some of us were disappointed.
The night had been fun, at least for me. Bar hopping with my girlfriend and her girlfriends. A couple of parties. A lot of drinks. I'd hung out with all my buddies. It was damn near perfect.
Now, with my girlfriend on my back, I stumbled into her house, laughing and singing along to some random pop song. Her tits, which were more than a handful, pressed into my back and I felt the little hardness of her nipples.
Katie was drunk off cheap wine and I knew what that meant.
It would be a wild, sweaty half hour and then we would slump into a peaceful sleep. Cheap wine made her crazy, like straight-jacket crazy. Or...she could get so sleepy she would fall asleep on a bucking bull. More often than not she knew exactly what she was doing when drinking that kind of wine.
A coin toss, which she loved.
Meanwhile, the four other girls who lived in the house were absolutely howling, while Jack, the only other boyfriend of the group, just stumbled, drunkenly smiling like a goof.
I liked the guy but he was an oaf.
Tall and gangly and bland. But he was nice enough.
The only reason the night had been anything but perfect was because the other three girls hadn't found anyone they could invite back. All duds, as my girlfriend, Katie had put it.
"No backbone, you know. They haven't got thee..." she'd fumbled for the right word as we'd sat in a corner of some random party.
"Balls?" I'd offered, sipping some horrid mix of alcohols.
Her face had lit up at the word. "That's the one! Balls. Like big one's. Cajones, you know?"
"Like me?" I'd asked, raising an eyebrow.
"No one has bigger balls than you, baby," she had said, and planted a wet kiss on my cheek.
There was a flash in her dark brown eyes as she'd drawn away and I was sure we'd both been reliving how we'd met. Now that, had been all balls and nothing short of a miracle. But that's a story for another time.
After the little shared memory we'd found ourselves in a tight little closet. So the night had not been bereft of hanky panky for all of us. But there still had been no release.
I steadfastly awaited the shallow darkness of her bedroom and the warmth of her naked skin on mine.
We finished the song by the time we reached the big living room, which was filled with mismatched couches. Blankets were strewn all around the place. Plants hung from hooks on the ceiling and they'd shoved some bigger ones into the corners, which covered up the peeling white paint.
"Time for bed, I think," I said, letting Katie slide off my back.
She took a moment to reach her hand around to my crotch and squeeze and I turned to see a wild little smile stretching her mouth. God, I loved that mouth. Her full lips...the eager tongue...
Katie was, as my slightly drunken mind liked to say, goddamn beautiful. Big, dark eyes. Long silky brunette hair that fell down past her shoulders. Her body was all curves. Luscious and smooth. Her tits were big, a handful, like I'd said. Her ass was the same, well-shaped from years of playing soccer. Just about perfect.
We'd dated about six months and I'd fallen in love with her on our second date. Of course, it had taken her about three more dates to do that. I didn't hold it against her.
"Let's watch a movie," Melanie said, interrupting my drifting thoughts. "It's only 1am." She smiled slyly. "We can do hot chocolate."
She was a tall, lanky girl with messy blonde hair and bright, almost fake looking eyes. Her face was small, mousy even, but attractive. Her little nose and tight, surreptitious smiles. The little skirt she wore looked good as it led down to her legs. The dark turtle neck she wore was a nice bit of fashion.
"Did someone say...hot chocolate?" Kate said, spinning on her heels in the short little white socks she wore.
"You bitch," Brittany said, pointing a little finger at Melanie. "You aren't allowed to manipulate us like that!"
Brittany was a petite thing with dark, thin hair and a soft, freckled face. She was cute, loved to laugh, and was downright rowdy when she got drunk. Tonight she wore some skin tight jeans and a dark green crop top.
"What movie?" Rosie asked, her eyelids closing around the dark eyes.
Despite her name, she was the most...individual of the girls. She was about 5'5, had jet-black hair, big breasts and a narrow, very pretty face. She almost only ever wore black. Her ears were pierced many, many times. Even her nipples were pierced, which through the deep maroon shirt, was very obvious. She also wore the black skinny jeans, which showed off shapely legs and a very round ass.
Katie's hands were still fumbling around my body, not embarrassed in the slightest.
"Something romantic, I think," Melanie said. "Maybe..."
"Well, we are going to bed," Sarah said, pulling Jack towards the stairs.
The other girls began to yell boo while Jack walked over to me and fist bumped me. "See you in the morning."
"Have fun," I told him, flashing him a grin.
Hugs went around and Sarah slapped my ass, which garnered a vicious attack of ass-slapping from Katie back against the girl.
"Begone, you sick lovebirds. You disgust me!" Katie shouted as the couple all but ran up the stairs.
"God, they make me sick," Melanie said, staring after them, shaking her head. "They are probably going to do filthy things to each other."
"Shut up, Mel," Rosie said, getting packets of hot chocolate from a cupboard.
I blinked over at her. She wasn't wearing pants anymore. Only black panites, which showed off the long legs that rose to her butt.
"Oh, thank god," Brittany said. "I thought I'd be stuck in these things forever." She wiggled out of her jeans, showing off pink lace panties. Her legs were thick and shapely. "That is better."
"You guys are so annoying," Melanie said. "Can't go one day without getting naked. Now look at Henry. The poor guy..."
The girls looked at me expectantly. "Well?" Katie prompted.
"Well what?" I asked innocently.
The look she shot him was menacing. "All pants come off." She then slid out of her's, showing me her bright red panties. My favorite ones. "Off."
I grit my teeth, suddenly fighting my rising blood flow. A bunch of almost naked girls. God, my life was so hard.
Feigning some begrudgement, I took off my own jeans. I did it slowly, taking my time. I wore some blue underwear, nothing fancy. My dick, which was growing harder by the second, pressed against the fabric. It wasn't enormous, but it was on the larger side of things. I'd never had any complaints anyways.
Katie quirked her head sideways, her eyes falling on my dick and then turned to Melanie. "Off."
"I'll do you one better," she said and with a long finger, she drew down a pair of blue panties from between her legs.
