Andie woke when a pair of hands parted her legs. The tall redhead opened her eyes, then decided it was of no use in the dark bedroom. She briefly wondered who her visitor was as a warm body settled between her parted thighs. She sighed as the thick tip of a firm cock slowly nudged her labia apart and penetrated her. Although she had her own room, as the only woman in a house full of men, Andie was used to such late-night visits. Truth be told, she would have been disappointed if no one had crept into her room.
The man slid into her quivering pussy easily and began to gently thrust into her. As the pleasure spread through her trembling body, Andie thought back to how she had come to be in such a situation . . .
As a bartender in a popular local club, Andie had just about seen or heard it all. She had watched the nightly pick-up game played out thousands of times. While she hadn't quite become cynical, she had lost a certain degree of respect for her gender. It seemed no matter how sleazy the guy, there was a woman more than willing to jump into his arms, and probably his bed. Andie just shook her head and did her job, unwittingly helping the sleazy men in plying their prey with the alcohol which was so necessary to complete their plans.
Andie considered herself lucky. She was rather tall, about 5'10", and very good looking. Nature had graced her with a fine body, which she worked to keep in shape. She had a good job, a decent guy, a dependable car, and a nice apartment. Her boyfriend, Jerry, was a sales representative for a large warehouse equipment company. Although he had asked her several times, she had resisted the temptation to move in with him, preferring to keep her own apartment and, therefore, her independence. All in all, she had a happy life. At least she had a happy life until the night the bar manager had called her into his office.
He explained to her that the owner had had a sudden heart attack. While he was recovering nicely, he was expected to retire. The night club would be closing. Andie took the news in stride. She knew she could find another job easily, but was rather saddened by leaving her regular customers.
Finding another job had proved to be a bit more difficult than she had expected. There were several other nightclubs in town, but they had all told her the same thing: they would gladly accept her application, but they were currently fully staffed. As her savings slowly disappeared, she grew more and more sullen. After a particularly bad day of job hunting, a dejected Andie finally gave in to Jerry's offer to move in with him.
"Move in with him," was a rather ridiculous phrase. Jerry didn't live alone. Living near an Army post, and having a very large house, Jerry supplemented his income by renting rooms to some of the soldiers. He currently had eight roommates. While living in a house full of men didn't really appeal to her, she saw no other way at the moment. Jerry and three of his roommates helped her move her belongings into Jerry's house.
The first few weeks went by uneventfully as she struggled to settle in, find a job, and get to know everyone all at the same time. The guys gave her plenty of space. At first she was concerned about her privacy, but the guys were all very nice men and went out of their way to make her feel at home. Andie quickly began to feel like a part of "the family."
Jerry's work schedule demanded that he go out of town for long periods of time for sales calls and customer service requests. It was during one of these trips that Andie's whole life changed.
On a Friday night, her third week of living in the house, the guys decided to have a barbecue. Huge amounts of steak, sweet corn, potatoes, and beer were soon brought into the house. The smell of food slowly cooking on the grill quickly brought her out of her funk. While Andie usually just left the guys to their own devices, she was feeling particularly lonely with Jerry away. She readily accepted their invitation to join them for dinner.
Tying her long, red hair into a pony tail, she helped the guys prepare the food. The stereo was turned up, and the beer flowed. Andie found herself having more fun than she'd had since moving in. Although she wore a simple tank top and pair of shorts, she thought she noticed the guys paying a bit more attention to her than usual. She shrugged it off, thinking it was just her imagination.
After a fabulous dinner, the stereo was turned down and the group settled down in the living room. Andie found herself sitting in a chair, opposite David, Jim, and Ed on the couch. As they chatted, she noticed the guys on the couch paying particular attention to her lower body. Glancing downward, she saw they were peering up the leg of her shorts and had an excellent view of her panty-clad crotch. Trying to act as nonchalant as possible, she excused herself to her room to change.
Andie felt their eyes upon her as she walked down the hall. She smiled to herself and added a little more swing to her hips as she stepped into her room. Entering her room, she quickly closed the door and leaned against it. Feeling flushed, she tried to calm the sudden butterflies in her tummy. As she steadied her nerves, she removed her shorts. On a sudden whim, she slipped her hand into her panties and over her fiery red pubic mound. She inhaled sharply when she discovered her labia were thick and distended. Her pussy was absolutely soaked.
Andie's mind was in turmoil. She admitted to herself that she was extremely excited by the guys peeking at her that way, but knew she couldn't encourage anything further. Jerry was a nice guy and she could never do anything to hurt him. Her middle finger traced its way upward, from between her wide-spread labia, toward her clitoris. She moaned to herself as the finger tip spread her moisture over the firm little bud. Biting her lower lip, she steadied herself and pulled her panties off, tossing them onto her bed. She felt herself blush as she pulled her shorts back on and opened her door.
After a brief stop in the bathroom, Andie reappeared in the living room. Ed was in the midst of putting a tape into the VCR. Moving toward her chair, she noticed the furniture had been rearranged to where her chair was opposite all the others. She knew all eight of the guys now had an unobstructed view, up her shorts, of her nearly nude pussy.
Sitting down in the chair, she saw the guys looking at her in an embarrassed silence.
"What's wrong?" She suddenly asked.
"Well, we thought you were going to your room," Jim answered after a long pause. "We were going to watch a tape."
"Well, let's watch it," she replied, getting up to move her chair to where she could see the TV.
