Sue and I had been texting back and forth when we got time, but we hadn't hooked up for a while. We were coming up to our roommate Stan's birthday and we usually had a party for birthdays, and I texted and asked her to be my date. She'd replied sure, she'd accompany me.
A few days before the party on Saturday, Kyle and I had discussed an idea, and I figured I'd see what she thought. I called her cell phone.
"Hello sexy," I said when she answered.
"You must want something," she said.
"Funny you should mention that," I said, "you know Stan's birthday party is on Saturday?"
"Yes."
"Well, we were wondering if you'd strip for Stan. Whatever you want, just a party hearty joke sort of thing. Kyle suggested we get a stripper, but..."
"They're expensive and you're broke?" she finished.
"Well, yes. And it's late and we just thought of it."
"So we're not going together then?" she asked.
"Sure we are," I told her, "this is extra."
"Fine," she said with a sigh, "I'll do it. You owe me though."
"I always do," I said. I was smiling.
We said our goodbyes.
On Saturday, we tied balloons to the door and put the music on, then started getting the party ready - food, drinks and so on. I also set up a GoPro to record the evening's events.
As the afternoon rolled into the early evening, people started arriving.
I was in the kitchen talking to a couple of old friends, Diane, Mark and Dan, when I saw Sue come in, looking around. She was wearing a tight little black dress and heels, and her hair was in a ponytail, showing off her long neck.
I'd been looking forward to seeing her, so I went straight to her and gave her a quick kiss.
"I'm so glad you could make it!" I told her.
"Guys," I told them, "this is my plus one, Sue."
She shook hands with everybody.
"Sue's going to help me out with a little gift for Stan," I told them like it was a big secret.
I leaned in, squeezing her ass said quietly "and we can play afterwards, if you're up for it."
She shrugged.
I handed her a red Solo cup with white wine in it.
I quietly told her about the GoPro while we were all chatting, then concentrated on keeping wine in her cup.
I offered to take her bag and she gave it to me. I went and dumped it in my room. When I came back, I grabbed her hand, and said "Let's go find Stan."
We went back to the living room and spotted Stan.
"Stan, buddy, look who it is!"
Stan turned from the group he was in to see Sue, and smiled.
"You two should dance," I suggested, miming dancing, "do your thang."
Sue held her hand out to Stan, and as she passed me I patted her on the ass.
They were the only couple dancing, and people gave them room and watched.
I was trying to get Sue to do the stripper thing, and I'd been gesturing to her. I saw her lean in towards Stan and hoped she'd got the hint.
Stan slid his hands from her waist up her sides, hooked his thumbs in the straps of her dress and slid them off her shoulders.
She pulled her arms down through the straps and put them back on his shoulders. Her dress slipped down to her waist so her lacy black bra was showing.
She glanced over at me and I gave her a thumbs up with both hands.
When the next tune started, Stan's hands were on her hips. He pushed her dress over her waist and it slid down her legs.
She was wearing a small lacy black thong and stepped out of her dress when it hit the floor.
Stan led her aside a little and I went and collected her dress and dropped it off with her bag.
When I got back, they were still dancing but everybody else was standing back, watching to see what happened next.
I went and got one of the mismatched chairs from our dining table and put it on the edge of the dance floor. I pointed to Stan and then the chair.
Sue danced Stan over to the chair, and I grabbed his shoulders and sat him down.
Sue was standing in front of him in her heels and underwear.
"Well," I told Stan loudly enough that everybody could hear, "here's your present, and it looks like you've already unwrapped most of it."
There was laughter and Sue blushed a little. People weren't laughing at her though and she seemed happy and relaxed.
She turned away from Stan and sat on his lap. She started writhing against him, sliding backwards and forwards in a lap dance.
She reached down and put his hands on her hips so he could guide her.
When the next tune came on, she got up and turned to face him. She straddled him and sat on his lap again, rubbing her bra-covered tits up and down his front.
She got up again, bending at the waist with her hands on his hips and started undoing his shirt buttons with her mouth. When she got down to his stomach, she pulled his shirt out with her teeth and went back to the remaining buttons.
She pulled his shirt open and sat down again, rubbing her bra-covered tits on his bare chest.
We were cheering her on, but she seemed to be ignoring us.
She took Stan's hands from her shoulders and put them on her tits. She then leaned back with her hands behind her head so everybody could see what him kneading them.
When the next tune started she slid her bra straps off her shoulders. She took his hands and put them under the cups of her bra. He grasped her tits, and a few seconds later she unhooked her bra and took it off, with Stan's hands still covering her tits.
