The party had a good turnout, and the drinks flowed freely -- usually, John would be having a good time. Unfortunately, he couldn't quite loosen up enough, couldn't get out of his head. Or, more accurately, he couldn't get
her
out of his head; Eliza, who hosted the party.
Eliza was one of John's closes friends since they started together as freshman, and she had a long distance boyfriend, so John tried not to think of her sexually, but John was a man and sometimes he just couldn't help himself. It didn't make it easier that she was incredibly sexy -- 5'4", with curly dark hair, a mocha complexion, perfect C-cup breasts, and a gorgeous rounded ass (John didn't look terrible himself -- just shy of 6', a sharp, Clark Kent jawline with matching spit-curled hair, and well toned muscles thanks to regular hours at the gym). John wasn't the only one who noticed her, though, and this boyfriend was only the latest in a long string. Most of them broke up with her after a few months, due to her sassy, almost bitchy attitude. John always tried to give her some time between break ups, but was too shy to move quickly enough before she partnered up again. He'd fear that he was in the friend zone if it weren't for her constantly flirtatious attitude towards him.
John had been trying to avoid Eliza all night, and so he was surprised when Erin, one of Eliza's housemates, came up to him and told him that Eliza needed him. He followed Erin to Eliza's room, where Eliza lay in bed, mostly over the covers, the sun dress she'd been wearing in complete disarray. "She had a bit too much to drink," Erin explained. "Can you stay with her a bit while I get some water?" John obliged, and Erin left him exactly where he didn't want to be.
Eliza was not quite asleep, but drunk and enough that she wasn't quite awake either. She didn't even seem to realize John was in the room until he started to pull the sheets over her. "Hey John..." she said groggily.
"Hi. Don't mind me. You get some rest."
"I think I feel better now that a big strong man is here to save me."
"Very funny, princess. Erin's getting you some water, then it's time for bed for you."
"Mmm, yes sir..." she murmured, before rolling over. John sat on the bed next to her and stroked her hair. Even in her current state, John couldn't stop his mind from drifting to thoughts of her lips wrapped around his hard cock, or spreading her legs right now and fucking her brains out.
It wasn't until Erin came back that he realized Eliza had fallen asleep. "Oh, well, I guess you can go back to the party," Erin offered. "I'm gonna crash in here in case she wakes up and needs anything."
"Ehn, I may as well keep you company." John knew that otherwise he'd probably just distractedly wander the party before going home and jerking off to the thoughts of all the things he might have done to Eliza if Erin hadn't come in when she did. Besides, he liked Erin, even if he didn't know her that well, and this would be a good chance to get to know her. So, they chatted for some timeless stretch, discussing all the usual -- their classes, their hobbies, their mutual friends, their thoughts of what life after college would be like.
It wasn't until they'd covered those and sat in awkward silence that John realized how beautiful Erin was. She was a little shorter than Eliza, maybe 5'2", and a little chubbier, but this gave her great D-cup tits. She was pale, with strawberry blonde hair -- not his usual type, but still... Maybe it was the drinks he'd had earlier, maybe it was the fantasizing, but he suddenly found that he wanted her, badly. Looking into her sky blue eyes, he could tell she knew, and wanted him too.
He kissed her, hungrily, again and again. They fell backwards into the bed, both too intoxicated by the feeling of lip on lip and darting tongue to care that Eliza was sleeping just a few inches of mattress away. After a moment, John's hands slid under Erin's shirt and caressed her pillowy tits; her breath became quick and sharp. John soon broke the kissing to pull of her shirt, then kissed again as his hand found the clasp of her bra. Once her breasts were free, he sat up again to take in Erin's beauty. Her breasts were perfect globes of pale white flesh with small, hard, pink nipples. The look of pure lust in her eyes ensured his already stiff cock was as hard as it had ever been. He pulled off his shirt, and dove back into a passionate kiss.
As pleasure as it was to taste her soft lips and tongue while her bare breasts rubbed against his muscular chest, John had other plans. He began to work his way down, planting a trail of kisses across her face, gently biting her earlobe, kissing down her jaw, to her neck, her collarbone, until finally his tongue circled her right nipple.
Erin gasped in pleasure. Though few knew it, she war rather sexually innocent -- she had kissed a few boys, sure, and even let them get her bra off, but having one suck her tits was a rare treat and she was lost in the pleasure. She moaned when John switched to her other breast, and ran her fingers through his hair. As he continued she began to press her tits into his mouth, forcing him to engulf as much as he could. John massaged her other breast with one hand, and with the other undid his belt and pulled down his pants.
It was Erin's turn now, and for the first time, a man began to strip her of her jeans. John slowly worked them off, while still keeping his mouth alternating from one tit to the other. He sighed as he felt fingers find their way through the front of his boxers and wrap around his cock, slowly jerking him. Suddenly, he realized that Erin's fingers were still running through his hair. He pulled away from her to see Eliza sitting up, gently stroking his prick. It was just under 7 inches, and thick, and looked gigantic in her hand. Her eyes smoldered and her mouth was curved in a wicked grin.
