The sun was setting but the party was in full steam.
It was the end of the summer and about a dozen members of my co-ed softball team were in my backyard for an end of the season barbeque.
We played our last game earlier in the afternoon and I thought it would be nice to have a year-end bash.
It was a good turnout, about six guys and eight girls. While most teams struggled to get girls out to play, we had a surplus. We weren't ultra competitive, but we had lots of fun.
It was my first year on the team. My boyfriend Colin was on the squad for years and had been bugging me to come out.
I'm not that athletically gifted but I can hold my own. I'm a curvy girl, but in shape. And I look quite cute with my long dark ponytail sticking out the back of my baseball cap.
I caught more than a few guys checking out my ass as I rounded the bases throughout the season.
Everyone was still in their uniforms at the party, including Kiah, a slender shortstop with shoulder length blonde hair. She was 29, three years younger than me, and had a body to die for. She was super skinny but had enormous perky breasts.
Kiah took me under her wing this season. It was hard being the new girl on the team.
We became quite close over the summer on the field, and it was good to finally get a chance to hang out with her in a different setting.
As party host, I was busy running around filling up everyone's drinks and making sure there was enough food to eat. But I couldn't help notice that Kiah was getting a bit tipsy on the red wine.
She had a dark tan and liked to wear her white baseball socks pulled up to her knees. Her baseball shirt clung to her breasts and her shorts barely covered her tight ass. I could see a slight indentation on the front of her shorts wear the fabric was barely inching up her pussy lips. It was subtle, but hot.
My small house only has one bathroom. There always seemed to be a line-up whenever I went inside to go pee. I tried to convince some of the guys in line to let me in, but they thought it was funny to make me wait.
Kiah happened to be at the head of the line and when the door opened, she grabbed my hand and yanked me in with her. She loved messing with the guys.
Girls go to the bathroom together all the time, but we usually use our own stall at bars and restaurants. So, it was a bit awkward for me when we locked the door.
I'm proud of my body. Like Kiah, my breasts are big, probably a bit bigger than hers. I have small brown nipples and a tight tummy.
I sat down to go pee while Kiah fixed her hair in the bathroom mirror. As soon as I was finished, she bent forward, peeled down her tight shorts and sat on the toilet. She wasn't wearing panties and I couldn't help but notice that her pussy was shaved clean.
I must have lingered a bit too long because Kiah looked up and caught me staring. She flashed a smile, but I quickly looked away in embarrassment.
I have never been with a girl. But, as I get older, I find that I'm getting more curious about all sorts of sexual things.
"Stare much," Kiah said giggling.
Before I could answer, she quickly opened her legs and closed them, giving me a flash of her bright pink pussy.
"Sorry. Just noticing that you don't have any tan lines," I said, to try and change the subject.
Before she could answer, the guys in line began pounding on the door for us to hurry up. So, we headed back to the party.
I couldn't shake the image of Kiah's bald pussy from my mind. Every time I glanced at her, I felt a flutter in my panties.
Drinking red wine only made me feel hornier.
I found myself sitting on the arm rest of the couch or standing behind my lazy boy, resting my front side against the hard edge just so I could nonchalantly grind my cunt while talking to guests.
It was the only way I could relieve my swollen clit. But it wasn't enough.
So, I politely excused myself from the conversation and slipped down into the utility room in my basement for some privacy. Once I was alone, I ripped down my shorts and spread my lips with one hand while furiously rubbing my clit in circular motions with the other. My aching clit was so sensitive that I let out a whimper seconds after touching it.
I had never been so wet. To my amazement, I could feel trickles of cum running down my inner thighs as I continued to work it. When I looked down, I could see clear liquid glistening all over my pussy.
I gently stuck two fingers into my sopping wet hole and let out a little sigh as I worked them deeper and deeper into my pussy. The basement smelled like sex thanks to the lather I was building up. But I needed more.
In desperation, I looked around and grabbed the first cock-shaped thing I could find. It happened to be a red screwdriver. Wasting no time, I flipped it around and sunk the fat handle up my slippery pussy. It was sliding in and out with ease, slowly at first, then as fast as I could pump it.
It was sensory overload.
Kiah's shaved vagina in my mind. A room full of people just one floor above me. My shorts and panties pulled down to my feet. A thick screwdriver handle jammed inside me. And the smell of my cum lingering in the air.
It was all just too much.
One touch of my ballooning clit sent shivers up from my feet to my legs and my pussy contracted and locked tightly around the screwdriver as my body spasmed in orgasm.
Before anyone noticed, I yanked up my pants, put the lubricated screwdriver back on the tool bench and returned to the party.
When I got back, the gathering was winding down.
"There you are," said Kiah, as she leaned in for a friendly kiss on the cheek. "I've been looking all over for you. Let me get you a glass of wine."
As we walked to the kitchen, I could feel the front of my white lace panties sticking to my drenched pussy. A small wet spot had formed between my thighs.
As the night wore on, I started worrying less about playing host and started drinking a bit too much wine. Thankfully Colin was good enough to clean up as people trickled home.
By the end of the night it was just me, Kiah and Colin left.