Another real story. Hmmm. Where do I start? It's hard to start at the beginning, but it's easier to start in the middle. I don't... well... okay. Fine. I'll start in the middle.
It was just before Halloween, and the place I was working was as busy as an airport. A number of people had gotten their heads together and decided that they wanted to throw a Halloween Party at a guy's house. A Military guy's house. I don't even remember the guy's name, so we'll call him Jeff. "Hello. My name is Jeff..." Anyway. So, I didn't really know any of these people very well at all. Again, as I said, they were co-workers, and I try not to involve myself in the lives of other people. Not really. Call me anti-social, if you will. I'm all right with it.
As the day of the party comes closer, a number of people start telling us what their costumes are going to be. That leads people to tell what they're going to be bringing, and then people, certain people, start trying to morph the party into something a bit more "adult" orientated. I'm talking penis pops, jello shots, vagina-shaped cookies, and sexy costume alternatives.
My wife and I were in our twenties at the time. We weren't swingers or anything, but we were individually promiscuous. Basically, my wife was fucking around with other people behind my back, and I did as well. Yes, it caused a number of fights, but we were both young and dumb and full of cum, as the saying goes. I had to preface the story with that tidbit of info. Otherwise, people get all judgemental.
Anyways, the day before the party comes and my wife wants to go out shopping for costumes. She ends up picking this Pixie costume that was pretty cute, and green and glittery, while I got stuck in some stupid zombie suit. My wife's outfit: Hot. Mine: A dud. My wife told me it really didn't matter what I wore. Nobody cares about what the guys wear. It's all about the girls, and so this made me feel a little bit better.
Also, everyone was expected to bring something to the party. One person was bringing some crockpot meal. Another person is bringing chips and chip dip. Someone else, I think it was us, was bringing soda. I think we brought ten 2-liters.
So, the day of the party arrives. We roll up to this non-descript-looking house and walk in the back door. Strange, I know. I see a bunch of people standing around and talking. The kitchen is way too fucking small. The whole house is too small. It fits maybe ten people, and there are twenty people jammed in, along with three giant folding tables and multiple smaller ones.
My wife maneuvers us into a corner, and by pure luck, I get a seat in a huge armchair. My wife sits on the left hand armrest and whenever either of us wants to get a drink or something to eat, she gets up and gets it for us so we don't loose the seat.
About fifteen minutes goes by, and theres a huge discussion in the kitchen, about someone who has been in the bathroom since before my wife and I arrived. I ignore the drama. I always ignore the drama. But my wife, she just has to know. She says she'll be back, and she gets up and heads into the kitchen.
While I'm sitting there, one of the women runs over to the bathroom door (again, because of the super cramped weird layout, the door for the bathroom was right in the middle of the fucking front room. Anyone ever see or have that in their house? Like, WTF?) So, this woman runs up to the bathroom door and hammer fists the door, screaming for the "whore" to get out of the bathroom.
Now, I'm mildly curious.
Someone else goes and gets one of those little door handle key things to unlock the bathroom door from the outside. A few moments later, the door opens, and this girl walks out. My eyes go to her because everyone's eyes go to her. She's coming out of the bathroom. It's the first we've seen of her. It's just natural to see who it is. It was Tina.
Tina is not her real name, but we'll call her "Tina," to protect her identity. LOL. Tina was a highschool senior, just turned eighteen, and extremely flighty. She was known at work for having these episodes where she would chug coke and then puke it up but then say she was just fine; she just had a caffeine overdose. She once told me she had been awake for seven days straight without sleep. I didn't doubt it.
Anyway, when Tina comes out of the bathroom, all eyes are on her. She's wearing something that looks like a tank top and a pair of cut-off blue jean shorts... I say "something" because it was vaguely similar to what those items should have been. The tank top was cut down the sides and tucked into the top of her shorts. The amount of side-boob was epic. Her nipples were about the only thing covered, and even then, they were barely covered. The shorts had been cut way too high, and the pockets were hanging out the front and the back. The waist of the shorts was skin tight, but the middle, which was nothing more than the folded sewn band of material that runs down the middle of the pants, was all there was..., and she wasn't wearing any panties.
I shit you not. This girl was walking around with her milky white goth pussy in clear view. Just a thin strip of blue jean material flapping between her thighs, a good three inches below her slit.
Tina starts walking across the room, and one of the women comes across the room to grab her by the hair and rip her head sideways like she's trying to remove her fucking head. My wife and a number of other women grab that woman and pull her off. Tina hurries around the tables and comes into the front room, searching for a place to sit. My wife tried to calm the woman who had attacked Tina, but that woman was convinced that Tina had thrown some "eyes" at her husband, and how dare she.
Again, I ignore the drama, but then, the drama comes over and sits on the fucking armrest right next to me. Holy fuck.
Now, multiple things all happen at the same time, which is the typical MO for these fucking wild ass parties where you can't anticipate the fucking ceiling falling in. So, one guy who is clearly drunk already comes over and starts asking Tina how much she would charge for a blow-job. Another one of the guys, who is less drunk, but more of an asshole, asks Tina what she's supposed to be dressed up as and then says, "a fucking homewrecker?" Very classy. One of the women comes running into the front room and starts yelling at Tina, telling her she needs to leave. Another says she needs to go change her clothes. Another says she needs to go upstairs and sit in a closed room until it's time for her to go.
Everyone has their own solution as to what needs to be done with Tina, except Tina and myself. I could give a fuck. I'm just sitting there, eating chips and salsa, and drinking my soda. I'm about the only one having a good time. Well, it's the drunk guy and me, clearly.
Another five minutes and Tina turns to me and says, "Do you see what I'm supposed to be?"
I turn and see her pussy plain as day, right there between her legs, less than ten inches from my face. It's so close I can see the goosebumps on her pussy mound, and I gotta say, it looked fantastic.
"Mmmm, I don't know. A call girl?" I ask.
"yeah. A hooker," she says. "God. At least one person got it."
Another five minutes go by. The women in the kitchen are whipping themselves into a frenzy. The person who's house we're all sitting around in gets pissed off. She wants her out. She's done with the bullshit. And... apparently, she's done with her husband looking at Tina's direction. It's just too often for her tastes.
"Someone has to take her home," one of the women says.
"Joey can't do it. He's already had two drinks." Another name is called, and again, that person has already been drinking. My wife comes out of the kitchen. I don't drink. I never drink.
"Can you take Tina home?" She asks me.
I give her a doubtful look, but she tells me she's serious.
"yeah, I guess," I say, sad to let my plate of snacks go.
"Thanks," my wife says, and she turns around and begins walking away.
I sit there for a few more minutes, figuring my wife is not going to send me home with this girl, not all by myself. She's coming with me, right? Right? Apparently, no.
Wifey comes back to me and says, "I need you to get her out of here, now."
I stand up, make sure I have the keys to the car and motion for Tina to leave through the front door. Tina gets up and walks out. I walk closely behind her, watching her milky moons sliding against each other in her cut-off shorts.
Tina goes around the other side of the vehicle and gets in. I get in. I glance over at her, and she's got one leg tucked under her ass, and her pussy is now on blast, right there for me to see. I start the car, and we pull out of the neighborhood. I ask her for directions, and soon, we're on the expressway.
"Thanks for driving me," Tina says, crossing her arms across her chest.
"no problem," I say, nodding.
"Did you think they were rude?" Tina asks me.
"Who?" I ask, but in my head, I'm thinking, who wasn't?
"The girls at the party," Tina says.
"Yes," I say, nodding. "Yeah. I think they were really rude. And mad."
"I don't understand why," she says, turning to look at me. "I told Fasha I only wanted to get one person's attention."
"What?" I ask.
"Can I tell you something?"
"Sure," I say.
"Do you think I'm pretty?" She asks.
