The music was loud and the lights dim. The place smelled like pot, puke, and a mixture of cheap cologne and perfume. Everything combined told Devon that he was indeed in the right place.
Sandra had asked him to come to the party after work. At first he had declined but decided that since she sucked cock so well, he should go just in case she was in a giving mood. As he entered the house he stumbled through the dark rooms, looking for her.
Devon was on the shorter side, with brown hair and green eyes. He wore glasses, which made people think he was smarter then he was. He had been dating Sandra for just over three months and based on previous experience, soon he was going to be dumped for doing something stupid. The longest relationship he had had was eighty-six days and based on his calculations this was day eighty-four for Sandra and him.
He entered the living room and rolled his eyes. Lying on the couch was his girlfriend, passed out. She had worn the short jean skirt he loved along with a tight t-shirt. Had she been awake he imagined she would have sucked him in the bathroom before allowing him to fuck her doggy style.
"She passed out a while ago. Jeff dared her to have a tequila shot contest."
Devon looked up and was eye-to-eye with a gorgeous blonde. He was about to open his mouth to respond when she continued. "I'm Becca. She talked about you before Jeff started loading her with drinks. Don't worry. He gave up after she passed out."
"Oh. Thanks," Devon blurted out.
Becca giggled that cute college girl laugh and swayed her hips as she walked towards the staircase. Devon couldn't help but stare as her perky breasts bounced at each step. She walked into one of the bedrooms, winking at Devon.
For a moment Devon thought hard. He knew he should help Sandra get home but Becca had intrigued him. He made the decision to go upstairs and investigate.
