The Wrong Party But Right Result

A party dress with extra festive cheer

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The wrong party, but the right result

I woke up on Christmas morning to the sound of mum singing Christmas carols with the kitchen radio turned up loud. Her not-so-subtle hint that if she was up, the rest of us should be. I yawned and took stock of myself. A little hung over, but better than expected. I threw back the cover to find I was naked.

Not that unusual. I sleep naked in the summer, but usually wear a long t-shirt to bed in the winter months. As I sat up, my vibrator slipped out from under my pillow. Oops! That would have been embarrassing if my dad or brother came to wake me. A thought niggled at me as I slipped my legs off the bed and looked down to see my phone on the floor; again.

The screen was already cracked, and I'd been promised a new phone today. A memory pushed into my head, and I snatched up the phone and turned it on. Horror hit me as I saw the photo app open, and I remembered what happened.

I'd just got myself off with my toy while taking very naughty photos of myself, when dad knocked on the door. I managed to cover up and hide my toy when he came in to see what the odd sound was. My phone had fallen on the floor, and he picked it up to hand it over. But he blushed as he saw the last photo on screen. Dad promptly dropped the phone on my bed and fled from the room.

I brought up the last photo and it could have been worse, but not by much. I'd taken it as I climaxed and it showed me naked, but I was a little out of frame. Not enough that you couldn't see my tits, but at least you couldn't see the vibrator buried in me. OK, this was going to be an awkward Christmas breakfast.

Then the rest of what happened last night came back to me. I was going to feel awkward around more than just my dad today.

The night before

On Christmas eve, we finished work at noon. But our bosses brought out prosecco and homemade mince pies. We socialised for an hour or so, talking about our Christmas plans before leaving. As I put my coat on, my boss slipped me an unopened bottle and gave me a wink. I know he fancied me, which is understandable. I'm just shy of 20, with short blonde hair and a great body. My only complaint about it is my nipples seem overly large and prone to popping up at unwanted times.

I couldn't make my mind up if my boss fancying me was creepy or flattering. As long as his wife, or the other boss, doesn't notice, I'm happy to let him look. I might just have a thing about wanting to show off. Something, which I now recall, I did rather a lot of last night. I blushed as it came back to me.

I was embarrassed but turned on by what I'd done. But I should explain. When I say I wanted to show off, it's just that, wanting to but not taking the next step. I'm not exactly shy, but my imagination throws out wild ideas about things I'd never actually do. Scenarios and fantasies about being kinda slutty. And normally I'd say I hardly managed marginally slutty at best.

But yesterday I had plans to push that. And boy did I, although not in the way I planned.

I'd been going to parties for a while with Kerry and a few other girls. Friend of a friend type party and I'd fallen in lust with a guy I saw there. Marcel was part French and very dishy. He always had a group of girls hanging around him. Last night was another party, and I'd planned to catch his eye. I bought a tiny red velvet dress with white fake fur trim around the hem and neckline. It was both figure hugging and very short. Far shorter than anything I'd worn in public before.

If I'd not been drinking before Kerry talked me into buying it, I never would have got it. She said if I wore it for the Christmas eve party, I'd certainly get a kiss out of it, and maybe more. She'd mimed sucking a huge cock, and I giggled. I'm not a one-night stand kind of girl, but for him I might have broken that rule.

I was kinda nervous about wearing the dress in public, but Kerry said she'd be my wing woman and fend off the other girls to give me a chance.

When I got home after work, I opened the bottle and sipped at it as I got ready. I was supposed to meet Kerry at her flat about 6:30 and we'd head to the party. It was early, but everyone knew the party would wind up by 9pm as everyone wanted to get home to make the most of Christmas.

After modelling the dress for Kerry, she insisted I wear it without a bra, and I was in two minds about that. My B cup boobs didn't need a bra for support, but when I was 'nipplized' as she put it, it was embarrassing. But given I wanted Marcel to notice me, I let her talk me into it. Although I planned on being just drunk enough to cope when we arrived at the party.

Slipping on a pair of festive panties and high heels, I finished the prosecco and grabbed a knee-length coat. I didn't want my parents or the people on the bus seeing me in the dress.

I got to Kerry's flat just before 6:30 and Matt, her brother, opened the door. He was 22, and I'd known him for ages. It might be odd that he shared a flat with his younger sister, but I'd heard their parents chipped in something towards the rent. Provided he kept his eye on his sister. She could be a little wild at times. Which was why she wasn't living at home anymore, but Matt was to curb her extremes, if he could.

It was one of the reasons I hung out with Kerry. I wanted to be more adventurous than I was.

"She's not home yet," he said, letting me in.

I stepped into the living room to see we were not alone. Ryan, Kerry's boyfriend, was there, along with Alan and Dave. Alan and Dave were Matt's friends. Dave was kinda shy, but Alan was a bit full of himself.

"Can I take your coat?" Matt said, and I hesitated.

"I'm OK." I replied a bit too quickly.

"You won't feel the benefit when you go out," he replied.

He had a point, but the idea of showing them the dress had me nervous. But if I couldn't do it here, I'd never manage it at the party. So, I might as well forget the party. I knew and trusted them all. Correction, I knew and trusted them all but Alan. Which was a little unfair. He was just a little pushy and pathetic.

Playing for a little more time, I asked. "Wine?"

Alan poured me a very full glass of white wine and I sipped it, then slipped off the coat. The whoops and cheers, applause and wolf whistles had me blushing, but it was what I was going for. There was no way Marcel could ignore me when he saw me in the dress.

Matt hung up my coat and offered me the only remaining seat in the room. I stepped towards it and stopped. Alan and Dave sat on the sofa, and Ryan on the other chair, but the problem was the furniture was so low. And I knew from experience how hard it was to get up from this furniture. Normally not a problem, but if I sat my knees would be above my hips, I knew I would flash them my panties when I got up.

A flutter of excitement passed through me at that. If I couldn't avoid it, I wasn't responsible for it. I know that was a cop-out, but it let me fantasise about doing something naughty. While not 'breaking the rules' of my upbringing.

"I couldn't take your chair, Matt. I'll just sit on the arm."

He sat and I perched on the arm. It was narrow and uncomfortable, with a small wooden plate to rest a glass on. Keeping my knees welded together as I drank the rather cheap and lukewarm wine, I listened to the guys chatting about their plans.

They were going to hit a few bars, have some fun, and come back to play video games. Kerry had talked Ryan into going out with her brother, so when she came home from the party with me, he'd be here to give her a good seeing to. She got a little graphic about her sex life when she was drunk.

I noticed him ogling my legs, and in fact, all of them were mesmerized. It gave me a buzz. Even if I did nothing, it excited me that I still had this power over guys. Who needs booze? Saying that, I gulped some wine, and Dave topped me up.

As I sat back, I wobbled, and Matt's hand shot out behind me to steady me. Simply resting on the small of my back. Nothing inappropriate, but I appreciated it. My feet didn't quite reach the ground. But that was Matt all around. He was a nice guy, and I wondered why he didn't have a girlfriend.

Then I saw Alan and Dave and suspected they might contribute to it. Alan could rub people the wrong way and Dave was kinda cute but needed more confidence. One of my friends had suggested throwing him a pity fuck to fix that. I had to admit I'd fantasised about that. Slipping into a darkened room at a party and having a friend guide Dave to it. Having him fuck me in the dark without him knowing it was me.

Matt's hand moved over to my hip, and it felt nice. Right, almost. And it reminded me how I missed the simple things with a boyfriend. Obviously, at the top of the list was sex, in any form. But I loved to be held, to be touched like Matt was doing. It was a connection with another human being and there were times it felt like I needed that, like I needed oxygen.

I frowned as I knew Marcel wasn't likely to be the one to do something so mundane. My imagination threw out a new fantasy about him. I saw myself walking towards him at the party. The other girls stepped away, and I strutted towards him. Smiled, then reached out and unzipped him, then pulled out his dick.

I flushed at that thought and Alan spotted that. Asking, what I was thinking about. I told him it was none of his business. But they badgered me to know why I was dressed so sexy and why I was stealing Kerry from her boyfriend. I think the booze loosened my tongue enough to tell them a little, and they filled in the rest themselves.

I blushed at their suggestion, and even shy Dave admitted what I was wearing would get anyone's attention. I glanced down and blushed more as I saw I was 'nipplized.' I tried to pretend I'd not noticed, even though I knew eight eyes were boring onto my dress trying to imagine me naked.

Ryan's phone buzzed, and he said it was Kerry for me. She'd tried to text me, but I'd not replied. I'd left my phone at home, which was alien to me, but I didn't want everyone to know it was broken. He explained she was still in the city centre trying to finish her Christmas shopping. She'd get here ASAP but might be 45 minutes.

I grumbled and admitted, not for the first time, she wasn't that great a friend. A little too self-centred, and I felt sorry for Ryan from time to time. It gave me a little buzz of payback that Ryan was ogling me as much as the others, even though he had a girlfriend. I'd fancied him before they dated and hoped he'd ask me out. But she jumped in and fucked him on their second date.

As a low-level vengeance, I enjoyed him looking at me. Seeing what he'd missed out on by so little. Hell, I was enjoying the attention from the others as well, even Alan. I couldn't remember being the centre of attention like this before, and it was kinda trippy. My desire to be wild and outrageous was whispering at me, but as usual, I was a 'good girl.' Sort of, mostly...

The guys were chatting amongst themselves about previous nights out and I let my mind wander. I was thinking about Marcel and the fantasy. But I remembered my 'nipplized' state and tried to think of something else. Matt had some Christmas music playing, and I tapped my feet to the beat.

One of my shoes slipped off and, without thinking, I stretched my foot out to put it back on. Entirely forgetting how short my skirt was. As my toe slipped inside, I was aware the guys had stopped talking. It took me longer than it should to realise why. The booze was slowing me down.

My knees had been carefully and demurely closed before, now I was fishing around on the floor trying to get my shoe back on. Meaning that Ryan and probably Alan could look up my skirt at my panties. I blushed and snapped my legs back together.

Alan blurted out. "Fuck me Penny, you're full of surprised tonight. First, you turn up in a dress that would make a monk harder than steel. Then you show us panties that would ignite a snowman."

I was blushing hard and looked at Ryan.

"Sorry, Penny, but he has a point. You look amazing and this Marcel douche doesn't deserve you. Any chance you could tell Kerry about those panties? I'd like the chance to see them properly." Ryan blushed as he realised what that sounded like, and everyone teased him.

I'd not done it on purpose, but it was a rush to flash them. Especially by their reaction. I could see a bulge in Alan's pants and felt part of the heat from my face blossom in my pussy. Hell, I get horny with a few drinks. The party and dress stacked on top of that. It was embarrassing, but I'd been wet for more than an hour. Having a captive audience of guys wasn't helping.

I explained they weren't sexy panties, but festive ones. And somehow got into an argument with them over the difference. It was stupid and mostly with Alan, but I was pretty drunk, and Alan was an arse. We went around in circles for a few minutes, and I was getting annoyed that he was slapping down my arguments. So, I did something stupid.

I leapt up. "See, festive." I said and pulled the skirt up to show him.

The moment I did it. Several things jammed in the door of my brain's control room. One was that I'd only had to move the skirt a few inches to show them. Another was flashing my panties was a stupid thing to do to win an argument. The look on Alan's face was priceless, and I got a taboo buzz from Ryan's expression as well. Dave looked like he'd never seen a girl's panties before.

Winning the argument seemed more important than propriety at that instant. I turned to Matt.

"See? Festive."

Part of my mind was screaming, demanding to know what the hell I was doing. But a shockingly calm part replied that if I brazened it out, as if it was nothing, it would be fine. It wasn't that bad. I knew I was lying, but the thrill of something so out of character was exhilarating. Part of me knew that if I'd done the same thing in front of Marcel, it would have nothing like the effect here.

The guys here knew me as demure, proper, and relatively conservative. Doing something so alien and playing it off as nothing big delivered an intense feeling.

Matt shifted in his chair and lurched forward. I stiffened, wondering if I'd gone too far and he or all of them would take me. As I said, my imagination could throw out wild ideas. Sometimes things that scared me but left me incredibly aroused. Being so wanton that regular guys would snap was one of those things.

Matt was sitting with his face less than two feet from my exposed panties when Alan nearly fell over Dave to get a closer look.

"Is that writing?" Matt asked, and I nodded.

The panties were a thong, with a red mesh pouch over my pussy. Trimmed around the edge with white fur, and in silver sequins across the front was a 'Ho?' When I bought them, it was a joke, and I'd not realised how the mesh was kinda see through.

Again, I froze as Alan reached out towards them.

"I can't read it." He said as he gripped the edge of the panties.

Pulling it to supposedly read the front. But it was his fingernail touching my labia that electrified me.

"Ho? Funny and somehow appropriate." He said, and I blushed.

Flashing four guys like this was certainly sluttier than anything I'd ever done before.

In a voice far calmer than I was feeling, I said. "Can you get your finger out of there?"

"Sorry. And I was entirely wrong. They are festive panties. Very." He grinned and looked over at Ryan.

Who had still been in his seat on the other side of the room. He had seen my panties, but actively getting up for a closer look would get him in trouble with his girlfriend. The guys wouldn't actively tell her, but like most guys they were notoriously bad at keeping secrets.

Alan released the fabric as he'd turned, but his finger pressed deeper and brushed over my clit. I bit my lip to avoid making a sound as the finger was gone the moment it touched me there. Was that an accident? He was looking the other way and balancing over Dave's lap. He'd have to have preternatural senses to hit it so perfectly.

I snatched up my wine and gulped down half the glass before remembering to fix my dress. God, I was drunk! I'd have to stop drinking to avoid getting too drunk and become sick at the party. Dave refilled my glass before I could stop him. I'd just set it aside and hope they didn't notice me not drinking it.

"I tell you what, those tiny panties are the best wrapping for what I'd like for Christmas." Alan said, and I shook my head in amusement as the others called him a pervert.

They launched into a friendly argument about what was perverted about wanting a sexy girl like me in their lives. Then divulged their lack of love life and how seeing me had made each of their Christmases. Even Ryan gave me a quick grin on that. When Alan admitted that I'd added one to each of their spank banks, I pretended to be shocked.

But only to cover the alien thrill that a momentary glimpse of my panties was enough for them all to wank over the memory. I felt myself get even wetter. I wondered what each of them would think while they did it? Then I remembered the fantasy I'd been having about Marcel. I'd pulled his dick out and was stroking it in front of everyone at the party. Then I'd sink to my knees and...

Laughter brought me back from my fantasy and I realised I was just standing there. Like I was demanding their eyes on me. I looked at the chair arm and rejected it. Alan patted his lap, and I shook my head. He never gave up. Instead, I looked at the coffee table. It was sturdy.

I set my glass down on a corner and tried to sit carefully. But as with the other furniture, it was low. I misjudged it and plonked down rather hard and toppled backwards. The vision of me knocking glasses flying and landing on the broken glass filled me as I flailed with my arms to avoid that. My feet shot out, and a shoe flew off behind the settee.

My back hit the coffee table, but my head and shoulder hung off the edge. Giving me no leverage. My legs were up in the air, and I felt myself start to fall when Matt grabbed my ankle to steady me. Ryan was equally quick and gripped the other to steady me.

My heart was racing, and the room was silent, but for the carols on the radio. When I looked up, I saw why. On my back, with my legs in the air, having exposed my panties again. Only this time, all of them, as my legs were spread wide.

If I struggled free, I'd fall, but the guys were mesmerised by the sight. Fuck! I hope they can't tell how wet I was?

"You don't get many of those to the pound." Alan said, kneeling in front of me. "How about a quick kiss under the mistletoe?"

Before I could think of a witty way to tell him to fuck off. He held a sprig of plastic mistletoe above my crotch and planted a kiss on my pussy. I gasped in shock, and that he'd unerringly hit my clit again. It was a kinda out-of-body experience to have so many people see that.

"Seriously?" Ryan asked in a low voice.

"Sure." Alan replied and did it again. This time, his tongue flicked out.

I bit my lip and swore silently. I was already worked up. If he kept doing that, I'd cum. Wait? Why wasn't I stopping this? With my head lower than the rest of my body, the booze seemed to slosh into my brain and made everything fuzzy.

Alan handed the mistletoe to Dave, and he looked me in the eye. By all rights, I should have been calling out blue murder or struggling to get up. Instead, and I've no idea why, I gave him the minutest of nods. He leant in and kissed me lower. His tongue flicked out and would have gone inside me but for the panties. Some still functional part of my brain made a note to tell my friends how long his tongue was. Although, it would require some thought to explain how I knew that.