The Eve of Porn:

"What is eggnog anyway? Does anyone actually like this stuff?" Fergus asked, making a batch to be shared at tonight's Christmas party.

"Plenty of people drink it, it's tradition," Eve smirked, knowing he had a point.

"I know people drink it, I asked if anyone likes it," Fergus repeated, taking his girlfriend's silence as a no.

Eve plunged into the bowl with a plastic cup, raising it in appreciation before taking a sip.

"Thanks, baby. Delicious!" Eve winked before walking into the living room. After making herself comfortable on the sofa, her eyes drifted to the coffee table. Memories of THAT night washed over her before she reached over for the TV remote.

"Can we do a final check before I get comfortable, please?" Fergus wandered in and saw Eve with her feet up, watching Christmas music videos on TV. With a smile, she turned her head and reached for the remote once more.

"You're such a perfectionist!" Eve teased, turning the volume down. He ignored her, gathering his thoughts.

"Alcohol and snacks?" Fergus began to list the essentials.

"Check" Eve corroborated.

"Games?"

"Games?" She asked, unsure why a university house party would need games.

"Yeah, I don't know, like cards or something..." Fergus didn't know why he was feeling anxious. Gaining his composure, he took a seat next to his girlfriend. Stretching her legs out onto him, Eve could sense his nervousness.

"Baby, it'll be fine, we just need to make sure there's enough for everyone to drink, the rest of the night will take care of itself." Fergus was calmed by this, gently massaging her calf in return.

"How many are we expecting anyway?" Eve asked curiously.

"No idea, you invited them all."

"Well, I posted it on our university message board." Eve gritted her teeth, smiling playfully.

ONE HOUR INTO THE HOUSE PARTY

Fergus wasn't enjoying himself. He didn't recognise half the people in his house and they were getting wilder. It shouldn't have bothered him but the final straw was the cluster of empty bottles that had been abandoned on the TV stand. He stormed up the stairs. Eve spotted him but decided to let him cool off.

As the drinks flowed and the music got louder, Eve was the life of the party, her girlfriends encouraged her and she obliged. Midway through their latest karaoke session, Eve spotted the front door open. She continued belting her heart out until she saw who it was. Alistair. She hadn't seen him since he took it upon himself to jerk his cock in the middle of the lounge of his friend's house, while said friend's girlfriend looked on in awe.

"Sorry to interrupt!" Alistair manoeuvred himself into the group of girls.

"Woooh, yeah! Swifty, am I right?" Alistair had no intention of singing and couldn't care less which playlist was the soundtrack to the party, he needed to reach Eve.

"Where's Fergus?" Alistair shouted, attempting to break through the sound barrier. Eve looked up, gesturing above. He retreated, making his way towards the stairs.

"Fergus, mate! You up here?"

Alistair broke the momentary silence by tapping the door. Nothing...

"I'm coming in, okay?" He declared rather than requesting, concerned about his friend's well-being.

Alistair gingerly peaked around Fergus' bedroom door, unsure of what awaited him.

"Fuck. Fergus?" Alistair darted forward, wrapping his arms around his visibly shaken friend.

Alistair didn't say a word. He held his buddy until he stopped trembling. His mind journeyed back a decade. He recalled suffering a similar experience at a school recital whereby the roles were reversed. He remembered how Fergus gripped his shoulders tightly until the world stopped spinning a million miles an hour.

Alistair didn't know what caused this episode but he knew that he had to just... be there. Eventually, Fergus stopped shuddering and with sweat pouring down his face, simply nodded in Alistair's direction.

"Anyone in here! The girl that lives here is about to start a game of Spin the Bottle! Everyone report to the living room!" A stranger banged on all the doors, rounding up as many players as possible.

"Jesus, what is she doing? She thought games were a silly idea earlier" Fergus rolled his eyes back sarcastically, attempting to lighten the mood. They both chuckled and simultaneously exhaled, neither excited by the prospect. Alistair jumped to his feet and extended an outreached hand. A gesture that Fergus accepted.

After splashing his face with water, Fergus followed Alistair as they made their way downstairs.

Everyone was in position, Eve was sat between Fergus and Alistair. Her girlfriends were dotted around, giggling as they tried to spot their preferred counterparts. Eve looked to her right, Fergus was clearly not interested in watching a bunch of strangers kissing but they both found the humour in the ridiculousness of it all. She leant over, brushing their noses together before kissing her man gently on the lips.

"Hey! None of that, you haven't spun the bottle!" Alistair grabbed Eve's forearm, pulling her away, seemingly in jest.

"Yeah, yeah, fair enough." Fergus joked as he pulled away.

Eve looked down at her arm. Alistair hadn't let go of his grasp. Without any idea why, Eve pictured her arm as his big dick. Her hairs stood on end, acknowledging his powerful grip. She continued to stare as flashes of THAT night came flooding back. Her mouth filled with saliva, she needed...

"Okay, everyone! Let's play!" One of Eve's louder friends announced. Eve snapped out of her trance and looked up at Alistair. He smiled, releasing her arm.

"This is going to be so lame." He smirked, Eve nodded gingerly, still caught up in the rush.

One by one the bottle was spun. One girl's spin landed on Eve so they playfully kissed, but other than that, there wasn't anything in it for Fergus or Alistair.

"Okay Fergie-Baby, your turn!" Eve was having a blast. She leant over, retrieving the bottle. One quick spin and the bottle landed on one of Eve's girlfriends. Fergus quickly adjusted the bottle so that it landed on Eve. The room jeered! That was clearly against the rules! He held his hands up in acknowledgement before giving Eve a peck on the cheek. They smirked at one another as they had become the villains of the game. Eve bent over at the waist and leant forward, unintentionally presenting her cleavage to anyone who looked. She awkwardly spun the bottle causing it to revolve slowly, landing on Fergus without a full rotation. Again, jeers filled the room in disappointment with the couple's illegal tactics! For the first time, Eve retreated into her shell, unsure how to feel under such hostile pressure. Fergus took it upon himself to give Eve another peck on the cheek. They just wanted the attention off them. Alistair took the bottle and committed to a thorough spin. The noise of the glass against the wooden floor mimicked a drum roll. It landed on Eve. Eve reached over and pointed the bottle away. Louder heckles and boos emerged, this was getting ugly.

"Fuck that! We're not playing it like this!" Alistair directed the bottle towards Eve and placed his hands on either side of her face. Neither Eve nor Fergus could believe what he was doing! They both stared at Alistair, was he going to do it?

"Alis..." Eve's whisper was cut off as Alistair engaged in a passionate kiss. His tongue darted between her perfect lips. Momentarily frozen, she didn't respond. She didn't pull away, she didn't kiss back, she couldn't believe what was happening. Alistair caressed her cheeks as his hand moved towards her soft hair. The crowd cheered, the girls gasped and Fergus just sat there looking on.

Eve should have stopped him, she knew she should have... but she didn't. Instead, she thought back to previous events. Why didn't she tell Fergus what happened at the club? Why didn't she tell Fergus what she witnessed when she came downstairs to get a glass of water? Why didn't she ask herself why she wanted to masturbate as she looked on? She was losing the battle, lust was taking over. She wanted to react, she wanted to kiss him back. Alistair took the decision out of her hands by releasing her.

"Okay, okay, you've all had your fun, let's get back to drinking or whatever you lot do at parties!" Alistair stood and walked off, as did the spectators, leaving the couple alone. They stared into the distance without acknowledging the kiss. Eve gingerly extended her hand towards her boyfriend, praying he would respond in kind. As she felt his interlocking fingers, she exhaled slowly, the relief washed over her.

As the couple made their way through the crowd, they both spotted Alistair chatting to a skinny blonde girl in the kitchen. Eve was a short, curvy brunette. He doesn't have a type, she thought.

"I don't think I can stay down here after that. I think I'm going..." Eve began to speak before noticing Alistair turning around, glancing in Eve's direction. They held each other's focus.

"Eve?" Unable to see that his girlfriend had locked eyes with Alistair.

"Actually..." Eve took Fergus' hand and stormed towards Alistair.

"Do you want to explain yourself?!" Her momentary weakness fading. The skinny blonde collected her drink, leaving the three of them to iron out what had just happened. Alistair watched her walk away before turning his attention back to the couple.

"Look, I thought I was doing you both a favour." Alistair tried to reason.

"A favour!" Eve exclaimed.

"They were turning on you. It was getting uncomfortable. To be fair, it was your idea." Alistair could sense the red mist descending. He probably overstepped the mark. Before Eve did something she may have regretted, Fergus stepped in front.

"Just, just get all these people out of here, man. We'll talk about this tomorrow." and with that, Fergus encouraged Eve to head upstairs with him.

To his credit, Alistair did what was asked of him. Everyone left and Alistair tidied the house. Well, what he could, in his intoxicated state.

Upstairs, the troubled couple worked together to deal with what had happened, reflected and once Fergus was confident that everyone had gone home, they turned out for the night. Of course, Fergus probably should've done more than call down from the top of the stairs.

FIVE HOURS LATER

Alistair woke to the sound of birds chirping and a stream of light that bounced off the clock on the wall. Rubbing his eyes, he saw that he had fallen asleep whilst cleaning. Satisfied that he had done all that he could to rectify the situation, it was time for him to leave.

As he trod into the hall, he realised that he didn't have a key to lock the house after his departure. What was he to do? He couldn't just leave, what if they got burgled, or worse?! He had to wake Fergus, apologise for last night and then ask for a key. Fergus could go back to sleep and Alistair would just post it through the letterbox.

Scratching his stubble, Alistair decided to go for it. He tried to float up the stairs, being sure not to startle them both. Despite his best efforts, each step seemed to creek louder than the last. He had to go for it, he thought. Speeding up slightly, he made it to the top. Fortunately for Alistair, their bedroom door was open. Arms in the air, he peeked his head. If one of them was awake, he didn't want to scare them on arrival. That's when he saw it. Eve lying on her front, without a duvet covering her. Her phat ass was on display. Seeing this flicked a switch in Alistair's head. He didn't care about the key, he didn't care about the house and he didn't even care about Fergus, who lay on his side, facing away from what was about to happen. Without a thought, Alistair slowly unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his pants and pulled out his cock. Without saying a word, he edged nearer Eve's nakedness, gripping his manhood by the base, the tip desperately juicy. Alistair smiled like an animal possessed, now standing over Eve. He couldn't take it anymore, his hand began gliding rapidly!

"There's that ass!" Alistair sneered.

"Of course, I knew it was your ass at the club! You stupid slut!"

Eve started to fidget. Alistair noticed but was too far down the rabbit hole. Too full of lust to stop!

"Who else has an ass like yours? It's perfect! A perfect ass for a perfect cock-slut!"

Eve rolled over and gradually opened her eyes. She caught him. She saw the look in his eyes, the sweat on his neck, his pulsating arm and finally, that big dick. She was mesmerised. She knew she should have screamed, woke Fergus and covered herself... but she didn't. She watched. Alistair couldn't believe it! His heart raced as his eyes devoured Eve's body. She was letting him masturbate. Fuck that, she was letting him stroke his big dick while staring at her. He couldn't hold it any longer, he was about the cum!

"Turn over," Alistair demanded. Eve looked up for the first time, forcing herself to remember who this cock was attached to. Then, just as Alistair was attempting to control his stamina, she bit her bottom lip, smiling while turning over. With her full ass in sight, Alistair sped up.

"Oh fuck!" He parted his legs slightly and got closer to Eve's ass.

Keeping her body on display, Eve turned her head.

"Grind on it."

Alistair placed his left hand on Eve's back and lowered himself. His impressive manhood inches away from skin-on-skin contact.

"Hey babe, I'm going to head to Alistair's place... try to clear the air, you know?" Eve's eyes darted open to find Fergus drying his hair. She lay in bed, motionless. Her fantasies were getting out of control. That didn't mean anything, right?