All characters are over the age of 18.
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"You'll be fine, Mark. It's just hanging out for drinks. You'll fit in with these guys so easily, trust me."
Mark walked alongside a stunning brunette as they made their way outside of a small apartment in southwest Sydney. He didn't want to show her that he was nervous, but by the way his hands twitched, she could tell quite easily.
"Yeah I know Tiff, I'm fine," he told Tiffany, trying to shake off the nerves.
She smiled back at him, wondering why he was so anxious around her as they waited for Tiffany's friends to open up the front door.
"I'm glad you're here," she said again, making him blush.
Tiffany and Mark had been friends since the age of five. They had grown up together in a small town in Arizona, where the sun was as hot all summer. With such a small vicinity of people in the town, everyone knew everyone, and young kids that were the same age would more than likely hang out. It was no different for Mark and Tiffany, who lived in the same neighbourhood and went to school together.
They were as thick as thieves together; wherever one of them was, the other wouldn't be too far away.
As they grew older and started maturing with puberty, the two began to look at each other differently. Suddenly, Tiffany wasn't just a good friend to chase around the playground and pull her pigtails; she now had developed breasts and an hourglass-shaped glass body that made Mark's heart pound a little faster. As they turned eighteen, Tiffany shocked him by announcing that she was moving to Australia the following year to study. He couldn't believe that the girl he was so close to would be moving halfway across the globe.
It wasn't as if it were a quick trip across the border to New Mexico; it was a 15-hour plane flight just to arrive in the same state as her.
It wasn't until three years later that Mark saved up enough money from his part-time job to afford a plane ticket overseas to see her.
Being reunited was great, but he had certain feelings inside him that ached to get out. He had so many things that he was desperate to tell her, but timing was everything. Wanting to have some time alone together, Mark was initially disappointed to find out that his first night in Australia with her would be spent with some of her new Aussie friends she had met.
However, as the front door opened, that disappointment vanished momentarily.
"Tiff!! So glad you could make it, girlfriend!" exclaimed a very busty blonde who hugged the skinnier brunette tightly.
It was a welcome surprise; the blonde girl had one incredible rack and was showing plenty of it in a white tank top. Mark's eyes instantly dropped from her cute face to the cleavage that she was proudly showing off in front of them. He watched her tits press right up against Tiffany's much smaller ones as she leaned forward to hug her friend.
All he could do right now was try and control his penis. Getting a hard-on before even walking inside the house because a fit girl was showing some skin was not the first impression he was looking to make in front of Tiffany's friends.
"Of course lovely, you know I would never turn down a night of drinking," Tiffany replied before the two girls let go of each other, "Molly, I want you to meet Mark; this is my friend from Arizona that I was talking to you about."
The blonde girl's attention quickly turned to the slender brown-haired boy standing next to Tiffany; she smiled brightly at him before leaning in to hug him as well. "Hi Mark, nice to meet you, heard plenty about ya."
"You too, thank you for the invite," he replied, accepting the friendly welcome hug.
He quickly took in the smell of her perfume; it smelt fruity, a very sweet kind of fruity. Not only did he get a chance to take in her sweet scent, but he also enjoyed having her full, natural breasts press up against his chest as they hugged.
"Well, there's no point standing out here in the heat; come on in; the boys are already inside," Molly then said to her two new guests, "Just slip your shoes off at the door."
They were both happy to follow her inside; it was summertime here in Australia, and although it was already eight in the evening, the humid Australian heat was well and truly still out. Entering the apartment, they were instantly hit by the cool air of the air-conditioned house.
Walking down a small, tight hallway and into the main lounge area, Mark first noticed how clean the house looked. The floors were spotless, and everything that was there was in such a tidy order—even the couch cushions had been delicately placed in the perfect position. He wouldn't have been surprised if Molly was a bit of a clean freak; it made sense why she asked them to take off their shoes as they entered the house.
The main living room area was connected to the kitchen, which was just as clean and tidy as the main living room area. The kitchen bench was spotless, but the small dining table that could fit six looked a little wet as if it had just been wiped down.
Inside, Mark checked out the rest of the area as Tiffany followed Molly into the kitchen, placing a plastic bag full of alcohol on the top of the kitchen bench.
"So where are Danny and Sam?" Tiffany asked, taking out a bottle of wine from the bag.
Molly shrugged her shoulders. "They were here a second ago, probably having a dart out the back."
From the lounge room, Mark scrunched up his face in confusion upon hearing the word, and it wasn't until Tiffany replied that he knew what she was talking about.
"Really? "Danny doesn't smoke though," Tiffany said.
"Yeah, but you know Ando, he'll never go out there alone to do it, he always needs someone to watch and praise him everywhere he goes," Molly joked.
As Mark entered the kitchen where the two girls were, he noticed the Australian busty blonde staring back at him with a smile still on her face. "You don't smoke too, do ya, Mark?" she asked him.
Mark shook his head, never having touched a cigar before in his life.
"You drink though, right?"
He nodded this time and said, "Very much so."
Molly giggled, "Good, you'll have to try and keep up with us Aussies; that'll be a test for you tonight... Can I get you a starter? Beer? Something stronger?"
"I'll take a beer," he told her, making her smile again.
Molly spun around and opened up the fridge to find Mark a drink as Tiffany spoke up for her American friend, "He'll have no issue keeping up with you lot. You should have seen us at parties, absolutely wild!"
The flashbacks were hitting him instantly, making him smile while thinking about some great high school memories. He may not have had many sexual encounters to recall from his high school years, but there were plenty of stories that came out of those parties. He was picturing a specific memory of Tiffany in a tight, short, lilac-coloured dress, dancing on top of a table as a crowd surrounded her, cheering her on. Mark had so many memories from that night, but not all were as positive as watching Tiffany slut drop and shake her nice round ass in front of him.
"How are you enjoying the land down under so far?" Molly said, coming back with a beer and sliding it to him across the kitchen bench.
He thanked her as he unscrewed the lid, "It's been nice so far; I haven't been here for long, but I saw the Sydney Opera House and that Harbour Bridge; all of it looks amazing."
"Awww, another typical touristy Yank," Molly teased, nudging Tiffany in the arm. "She was just the same when she came here."
"It's not like you would be any different if you ever came to the U.S.," Tiffany hit back.
Pouring herself a glass of white wine, Molly smirked, "I don't know if I-"
Interrupting their conversation was the sound of the back door opening up; the creaky door made quite the sound as two males with Australian accents were identified.
"You haven't given up that disgusting habit yet, Sam," Tiffany said, teasing the boy in a dark blue singlet who came walking into the kitchen in front of a dark-haired boy.
He flashed a million-dollar grin, walking up and giving the brunette a hug and a kiss on the cheek, saying, "I'll give it up the day you have one with me."
"Fat chance. "How are you, Danny?" She then asked the boy in black running shorts and a plain white t-shirt, just behind Sam.
"Brilliant as always," he said, giving her a welcoming hug as well. "Who's your friend?"
"Boys, this is Mark, my good friend from Arizona. Mark, this is Danny and Sam."
Mark politely nodded and shook the hands of Tiffany's two male friends. They were both tall; Mark was decently sized for his age and seemed to be a similar height to both Aussies. He had a strikingly similar body size to Danny, whereas Sam had them both covered with his more muscly arms and chiselled body.
The thing he noticed most about him was the longish, light brown hair in the form of a mullet.
"You can call me Ando," the muscly boy said as they shook hands.
Sam Anderson was well known by the nickname "Ando" by all of his friends; he was one of the most popular guys in high school before he graduated. Since then, he had moved in with Molly as roommates, both needing to move out and seeing the financial benefit of sharing.
He seemed to be working Mark out as he stared him down, asserting his role as the alpha male of the room.
"Another American," he said to the visitor of his house, "Bring your guns with you?"
"Actually, I don't own any," he admitted.
Sam gave him a light nudge in the ribs and said, "I'm just playing champ."
"Nice to meet you guys," he told them, being as polite a guest as he could.
The knock on the door disturbed them once more, and Mark eagerly looked over his shoulder, curious to see who would be here this time. Only two more people were coming over tonight, both of whom were female. If they were even half as attractive as Molly and Tiffany, then this evening would be a little more exciting for Mark than usual.
"Where's blowjob lips? Late as usual, I presume?" the skinny blonde girl asked as she entered the room with a smile on her face.
