I am a long time reader but first time writer. I welcome all feedback so that I can continue to grow as an erotic writer and hopefully provide you with better stories. My name and those of the people in my story have been changed. I hope you enjoy.
***
This first story took place when I was a junior in college, over Halloween weekend. My name is "Ty" and I consider myself a fairly good looking guy, about 6 feet tall, with a slight tan. I grew up playing soccer and tennis and also loved to swim. In college I remained active by playing every sport I could, including broomball (look it up if you don't know, it's awesome). I'm not going to pretend I am god's gift to women, but I did alright with the ladies back in my single days and my college days were some of the best times.
In college I lived in a house with 9 great guys, who I am still friends with to this day. No, it wasn't a frat. As a house we were hosting a costume party one Halloween weekend, on Friday night, and on Saturday night a house of girls that we were friends with were throwing there own costume party. Unlike other schools, at our college if you were hosting a party then you were supplying the booze and beer. Charging friends $5 to buy a red solo cup for beer was considered a dick move, but I digress. One thing that sucked about this weekend was that I had to stay home on Saturday night to work on a paper due Monday morning. Working on it Sunday wasn't an option because I love NFL football and planned on being at the bar all day.
Friday night's party was a blast. The guys and I had dressed up as Chippendale dancers. We had contacted a tuxedo rental place and bought cheap tuxedo shirts. We then cut the sleeves off of them but kept the cuffs of the shirt. We had a good turnout of about 150 people, the police never got called and in the morning there was no visible damage to our house. I had made out with some random chick, but nothing to write about.
On Saturday morning the guys and I had a nice tailgate breakfast and then headed to the college football game. Our team won and I was in a great mood, too bad I had to go home and write a paper. That Halloween night was a little chilly. The guys were all wearing their Chippendale costumes again, probably still soaked with beer from the previous night, and getting ready to leave to the party at the girls' house. Being the nice guy I am, I drove them to the party and told them to give me a call when they wanted to be picked up.
Around 1am my cell phone rang and the caller ID said it was my buddy Drew. However, when I answered the phone it was a girl's voice on the other end.
"Where are you at motherfucker," said the voice on the other end. "We are having an awesome party and you should be here dancing and making out with me."
I knew immediately that the voice belonged to Alisha, one of the girls who lived in the house hosting the party. We flirted with each other all the time and hooked up a few times my freshman and sophomore year. But I had just gotten out of a relationship with a girl named Carrie a week ago so it had been awhile since Alisha and I had gotten together. Even stranger, Alisha and Carrie were friends, lived together, and were at the same party.
Just to paint the picture more clearly, I should describe both girls. Alisha was a brunette, about 5 foot 6, and weighed around 120 lbs. She had a great ass with the sexiest legs you could possibly imagine. I'm not a real fan of stick girls and Alisha was anything but. She had great curves and her thighs were just the right mixture of muscle and smooth skin. She had a nice set of C cup tits, was a great dancer and when she wanted to ooze sexiness she knew how to do it.
Carrie on the other hand was a thinner, blonde, enigma. When I first met her I thought she was a stuck up bitch. But when I got to know her she surprised me. She was intelligent, a little shy, and naive as to just how hot she was. I loved her blue eyes, tan skin, and B cup tits. We ended up breaking up though because she always wanted to spend our evenings at home and not with our friends. This antisocial behavior finally got to me and I ended things with her.
"Who is this calling me at such a late hour," I responded to the female voice of the phone, trying to sound mad.
Alisha said, "You know exactly who this is. Why aren't you at this party getting drunk with us and dancing with me?"
That's when my buddy Drew grabbed the phone from Alisha. He was laughing hysterically and I could hear the music blasting in the background. He told me that two of our roommates had passed out drunk and he needed me to come over and pick them up. I told him I would be there in 5 minutes, hung up, and drove over to the party.
When I got to the party I found Drew on the dance floor with some girl dressed as a slutty Princess. She wasn't the hottest thing, but her tits were enormous and practically spilling out of her top. Drew was a breast man so I knew he was in heaven. I walked over to Drew and asked him where the drunk roommates were. He just smiled at me and laughed. The next thing I knew there were a pair of hands around my waist, tits pressing into my back, and the smell of sweet perfume in the air.
"Sorry, I lied. She told me I had to get you over here and I always do what pretty girls tell me to do," Drew said.
That's when I turned around and saw Alisha. She was dressed up as a sexy French maid with her shoulders uncovered, her tits pressed together spilling out of her top, and the skirt barely covering her ass. Her legs looked like they went on for miles and she was wearing 3 inch heels so her lips were just a few inches below mine. She handed me a beer, started dancing with me, and whispered in my ear she was happy to see me. We danced for about 5 minutes and Alisha's hands were all over me. I was getting super turned on and I'm pretty sure she could feel the bulge in my pants as our bodies rubbed up on one another.
As we were dancing my buddy Rich walked in and saw that I was there. He screamed my name out loud as he came over with a tray full of shots and said, "Look who decided to show up, Mr. No Fun who stays at home to write a paper. Drink asshole because these shots aren't going to drink themselves."
Drew, his hot piece of ass, Rich, and Alisha each grabbed a shot and Rich handed me the final two. Like an idiot, I took the two shots of Jagermeister and chased it with my beer. The party continued and my plan of staying sober was slowly going out the window. I walked around talking to friends and continued to have a few drinks. Every so often, as I was walking around, I would look up and I always found that sexy French maid, Alisha, staring at me. She would be having conversations with friends or shaking her ass on the dance floor, and every time I saw her she had those "come fuck me eyes" staring in my direction. As I said, it had been awhile since we had hooked up and I had just broken up with Carrie, who was somewhere at the party, so I wasn't sure how to proceed. I wanted to find out if this French maid was wearing panties under that skirt, but would that be a mistake?