Sipping on a glass of wine as she got ready, she thought back to all the times she flirted with Brad at work, and how she got this invite in the first place. Brad was her work crush. He was tall, bearded, and a chef at the restaurant she worked at.
They connected on music and would always take their smoke breaks together, switching to weed just before closing. He was older, 32 to her 18, and she loved it. He showed her great music, movies, and books, and she ate it up, really wanting him to like her, and also liking what he recommended. She found his gruff demeanor and roughed up hands and forearms appealing--she always liked them a little broken--and she dreaded any shift without him. He was so strong and just a little bit terrifying.
She flirted with him in the back of house relentlessly, getting him to make her extra of a dish, or get her orders out really quickly. They had a running "question game" going which always got raunchier by the end of the night. Yet somehow, Brad had no idea that Brittany was a virgin.
She hid it well. Not embarrassed per se, but didn't want it to be a "thing." She had always felt like such a loser -- she was a theatre kid from a mormon family who listened to emo/alt music and you could tell -- so adding Virgin to the pile seemed like overkill. So she set her sights on Brad the chef. She would have him.
She had wanted to look hot, but not too try-hard. "It's gotta look effortless."
She chose a mini skirt. A bit of an obvious choice, but classics are classics for a reason, right? "Fishnets or thigh highs and a garter?" she said to herself, checking her hot body out in the mirror.
Looking at herself as if she was the main character in an artsy film, she started with her feet. Well-manicured with toes painted a classic shade of red, her toes pointed and flexed as her gaze moved up. Shapely calves that she always saw as way too big, but they were effortlessly muscular and freshly shaved. Her knees and lower thigh were always her favorite parts of her legs--she loved the cute little dimples in her knees and her strong quad muscles (thanks to all the yoga she'd been doing since she discovered it a year ago). Her skirt seam hit just above the place where her fingertips grazed her thigh.
"I guess this wouldn't pass dress code," she thought to herself, feeling just a bit naughty. Her pussy started to moisten, excited at all the possibilities the night held. Would she finally lose her virginity? Make out with Brad? Feel his big strong hands all over and maybe even inside her body?
She toyed with the waistband of her skirt. "Hey Brad, thanks for inviting me." She said, practicing her sultry voice. "Hope I met your expectations, street clothes-wise," as she practiced toying with her necklace coyly. Her nipples started to harden. "Street clothes-wise?! WTF does that even mean, Brit?! Dumbass. At least if my wit doesn't impress him, maybe my tits will," she said as she gave her 32D tits a jiggle in the mirror.
They felt heavy in her hands. She loved it. Her middle fingers grazed her nipples, still hard from the thoughts racing through her head. Her pussy was almost dripping. She looked in the mirror, bit her lip, and felt her hands running down her tight stomach to the top of her miniskirt, which barely covered her perfect, juicy ass anyway. She pulled the skirt down and fell backwards onto her bed. Naked except for the skirt around her ankles, her middle and ring fingers found their way to her clit. She started in small circles, dipping into her cunt to feel her wetness and using it as she rubbed herself.
Imagining Brad taking her to a back bedroom, pushing her up a wall, groping her tits and telling her how hot she was and how all he wanted to do since they met was fuck her in the walk-in, right after close or before open. "Unghh, fuck. Brad. You're so tall, and strong, fuckkkk meeeee" she said as she made herself cum. "Fuck. I have got to get him!"
She began to pull up her skirt and decided to ditch her panties altogether. She always loved having a no-panties secret, it made her feel sexy, slutty, and free. A breeze would expose her ass and wet pussy for all to see, and that only made her wetter. She chose a black, strappy bralette. Easy on and easy off, but visually interesting enough to make her tits catch the attention of, she hoped, Brad.
Pulling a sheer white t-shirt on over the bralette, she gave herself a french tuck, grabbed some mary jane stripper heels (and some vans just in case) and headed out.
The whole drive over she kept shoving her fingers into her wet cunt and squeezing her perfect tits, occasionally pulling them out and flashing drivers next to her at red lights. They liked the way her tiny nipples looked, hard in the cool night air, and loved the way she looked when she licked them, right in the open at the red light. She thought about trying to pull over and cum in a parking lot or something, but wanted to try and save up her energy, in case Brad was interested.
As she pulled up to the party, she saw a ton of people hanging outside, smoking cigarettes, drinking cheap beer and playing beer pong. Most of the girls are dressed casually but sexily, obviously loving the excuse to show off their tight asses and bouncy tits. She spots Brad, talking with someone she didn't recognize. Her pussy tingles and her nipples harden as she gives one last look to her makeup, plumps her lips, and heads out.
"Hey Brad, nice to see you!" She says as she goes in for a hug.
"Hey Brittany, cool you could come." He says, laid back and confident. He looks her up and down and lingers just a little on the outline of her nipples straining through her sheer shirt. "You look nice!"
"Oh thanks, hope I didn't disappoint, street clothes-wise."
"No way dude. You nailed it. Best out of work outfit around."
"Hah, thanks."
They continued chatting, he introduced her to his friends and continued to check on her throughout the party, but gave her space to connect with people.
"Need another beer?" Brad asked. 'I'm heading in if you want another."
"Nah, but I'll come in anyway, I'm kind of cold."
"Cool, there are blankets inside in the living room. I'll grab you one."
"My god, how is he so sweet and manly and fucking HOT all at the same time?! Why won't he just DO ME?" she thought to herself.
"Hah, thanks. I'm always freezing, it's so weird."
As he bent over to get her a blanket, she couldn't help herself from staring at his ass. It wasn't quite a Christopher Meloni, but it wasn't far off. Her pussy's wetness was starting to become a problem. She could almost feel it running down her leg. She had to have him.
Excusing herself to the bathroom, she looked at herself in the mirror and talked herself through the plan. Gotta be quick so they don't think you're doing anything other than peeing!
Okay, I'll get him to sit next to me on the couch, under the blanket. Oh! Or maybe we'll go outside, I think I saw a fire pit. That's perfect. So we go outside and then what? I'll ask him something about work, and then I'll move in closer and closer. I'll tell him he smells good and that he looks great in his jeans. Oh my god those jeans. Ask him about my outfit and tell him I'm not wearing panties because I wanted to show off my assets outside of work, but I don't know if I'm doing a good job because I'm still a virgin. Ask if that was too far and stand up to show him how short the skirt is. That's a good start.
It went exactly according to plan. As she stood up to show him just how short her skirt was, a breeze blew through the outside. Her skirt lifted and the 15 or so people also outside saw her entire ass, and since she was pushing her ass out a bit for effect, some lucky people saw her pussy lips, wet and ready.
Brad licked his lips. He knew she had a crush on him, it was obvious. But he didn't know she was a virgin. She always pushed her ass out as she bent down to grab something instead of squatting down, her shirts were always showing off her big, perfect titties, her lips were always made up in a perfect pout and she was always laughing at all the sex jokes we told in the kitchen. A virgin? He thought to himself. Fuck. That's hot.
