This is a story I wrote mainly based on fantasy.
I was twenty one and had been going out with a new boyfriend for a few months when we were invited to a party by a friend of Peter my boyfriend. He actually didn't know this guy really well as he met him through playing football for the local team he played in.
At the time I had been with several guys so I was not what you would call a prude, however I wasn't a slut either. I'd say I was more just your average young girl having fun. My b/f knew I'd been with a few guys before him and liked to try new things which I went along with most of the time. He'd asked me if I had been with a few guys ever and I'd told him no not really. He knew I may have cause I never gave him a direct no.
One night after being out most of the night and reasonably tipsy, he asked again this time he pushed the question so I told him once I'd been in a threesome. He was ok with it and actually used to bring it up sometimes when we were playing in bed. Asking about how it was, how I liked it, what they did and every time we discussed it I actually got aroused. He knew it turned me on making me recall the events and thinking about it. For a while things went along much the same. Till the night we were invited to the party.
Here is what happened that night at the party.
I wore a summer dress, a little revealing but not over the top. It was hot so a lot of girls were dressed in similar dresses, some not quite as revealing but still smallish. My breasts I knew could be seen if someone was at the right angle beside me and I was leaning forward a little. At first this wasn't a problem but as the drinks took effect I gather the guys were all trying to get a look. Things were going great, everyone was having fun, drinking, dancing and chatting. It was actually a really fun party, the guys and girls all mingled and mixed unlike some where the girls all sit together and talk and the boys the same over the other side.
As the party went on Peter danced with me a few times and even had me dance with some of the other guys there. Some couples were getting a little amorous and some even went inside, I gather to find somewhere more intimate and quiet. My glass was being refilled continually by not just Peter but a few guys. As we danced the guys were getting bolder and bolder and holding me tighter and getting a little feel occasionally. Peter seemed to just let them and wasn't really taking a lot of notice. I knew I was getting a little drunk, so I tried to slow my drinks down but the guys just kept toping me up. Peter asked if I was ok and as we danced he held me tight, whispering in my ear and biting my neck. He knew this makes me hot and when I said you better stop he said "its ok there are empty rooms we can play in later".
As the night went on even some of the other guys dancing with me were whispering in my ear. I kept trying to stop them discreetly but it didn't seem to work. Some ever began getting erections as we danced which I could feel when they held me close. Secretly it did make me even hotter knowing I was doing this so easily.
Later about midnight or so, Peter took me by the hand and we went upstairs and found an empty bedroom. We went in and started making out, kissing and undressing each other as we went. Eventually I was almost naked on the bed as he kissed me all over, his hands roaming all over, down into my panties and his fingers exploring my soft folds. I knew I was quite aroused and this only made me a lot more turned on.
