The Second Party with Dana
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After my horrific party experience with Dana, I tried to avoid her at work and didn't really speak to her for a couple of weeks.
I guess when you're upset, it's always difficult to imagine not feeling like that but eventually the pain I was feeling began to seem less raw.
Weirdly, I think it helped me to completely reevaluate things and I began to realise that I didn't have a romantic future with Dana. We were good friends but she'd never be interested in me like that and, to be honest, I think it was for the best.
She wasn't good for me, she was too out going, too flaky, and too hyperactive. She'd never settle down, not with someone like me, and if we ever dated, it would drive me mad trying to force her to.
I started to feel better with every day and quickly resolved that I wasn't in love with her, I just lusted after her. My feelings of jealousy and anger gave way and what I was left with were the memories of everything I had seen and heard that night.
I masturbated furiously as I relived the image of Dana appearing in front of the sofa, disheveled and freshly fucked, too satisfied to care about her torn clothing and too slutty to even put her panties back on properly. I thought back to how she openly flirted with that new guy knowing full well she had a pussy full of at least one other guys spunk. Then how she just willingly complied as he bent her over the nearest surface and fucked her from behind. Then finally how she moaned as he sprayed another fresh load of cum all over her and then she casually wiped it up with her own stocking like it was no big deal. That was it, I didn't want to date this sexy slut, I just wanted to fuck her.
When I next ran into Dana at work, I discovered that this new outlook seemed to affect my whole attitude. She asked me where I'd been the last couple of weeks and I casually made out that I had been seeing some new girl. It was nothing serious, I assured her, just physical. She flashed me a naughty smile that indicated she approved, and said I would have to give her more details sometime. From that moment, flirting with Dana was completely different. It was amazing, I instantly understood why insincere dickheads always get laid, because they don't care.
That week, Dana and I both got a text about another party (evidently, some of my fiends had hit it off with her) and we made plans for that weekend.
This party was going much better, even I was amazed at how much more relaxed I was. It was no surprise that she wasn't interested before, I probably seemed like such a drag. There were actually loads of hot girls at this party and I was feeling so confident I was getting a lot of attention. Dana was paying much more attention to me now I wasn't so needy and the drink was flowing.
A few hours, and many many vodkas in, Dana ran up to me and whispered in my ear that a few people were going to another room to play a game. Okay, I thought, I'm not hugely into party games but she seemed to be excited so, why not. She dragged me into another room, sat me in a chair and I looked around to see six other guys in a circle with some of the girls milling around them. This seemed a bit suspect but I wanted to be where Dana was so I decided to go with it.
So Jane (the dirty blonde I watched getting pounded doggy style at the last party) seemed to be in charge of this game so she stood up and started to explain how it worked. She pointed to her laptop and told us we would be using a website that gives instructions based on the number of people there are. Jane and Tom are 'host', and Katherine and Paul are girl 1 and guy 1. It seemed simple enough, I had a quick look at the circle of guys and identified myself as guy 2. Dana jumped on my lap and turned to face the room, inadvertently pressing her firm arse against me as she announced that she was girl 2.
Jane turned the music back up to a background level and read out the first computer generated instruction "girls, each remove one item of clothing."
Ah right! I get it now, a little slow (probably because of the booze) but I understand what kind of game this is. Awesome!
As the girls, now sitting in their partners laps, all began unfastening their shoes, I took a closer look at the players.
Jane, the host, was sitting on her husband's lap wearing a loose fitting black skirt and thick tights. As she was leaning down to unbuckle one of her knee high boots, her dirty blonde hair hung down around her huge breasts, which were jiggling in her low cut top.
Girl 1, Katherine, was a bit of a Barbie with bleach blonde hair, big tits and short shorts. Dana was wearing tight dark jeans this time and a purple top and with her dark brown hair hanging around her shoulders. Girl 3 was Gemma, a very attractive 'girl next door' type that I had actually hooked up with loads of times a few months ago. She had wide hips and looked amazing in a thong.
Girl 4 was Jo, a slim girl with dark hair and pale skin. She had small breasts and a wide smile, and her tight skirt showed off her toned figure. Girl 5 was Shara, a hot redhead in a very short dark dress. Her dark tights made it just the right side of slutty as the loose hem draped out over her pert backside.
Finally, Girl 6 was Cara, a girl I knew from way back and had always understood to be an innocent 'good girl'. It seemed strange to me that she was playing as she and her boyfriend both looked a little nervous. She had a tight fitting black shirt on and tight, grey checked trousers. She was certainly a good looking girl but gave the impression of being a bit inexperienced.
Jane announced the second instruction "guys remove an item of clothing", the girls all stood up as the guys reached down to remove their shoes. It occurred to me at that point that not all the couples were 'couples', I know Jane was married and Cara was with her anxious looking boyfriend but I think the others just paired up for the game. Shoes were a slow start but I was looking forward to seeing how far this would take Dana (and the others).
At that point Jane announced a rule from her screen, "no touching your partner until further notice." It hadn't occurred to me until now that I could be touching Dana but that made sense to introduce a bit of teasing into the game.
Before I could finish that thought, Jane announced "girl 2, stand in the centre and remove your top." Damn that was bad timing. I watched Dana stand up and, while twisting to the music, slowly pull her top over her head. As I watched those perfect breasts come into view encased in a black bra I cursed the fact that I couldn't touch them when she sat back down.
The next announcement came, "any girl wearing a skirt, pick a guy other than your partner and let them work out, by touch, what kind of underwear you have on." To my delight, Jo immediately moved across and stood next to me, smiling that wide grin, her legs a few inches apart. Confidently, I reached up under her skirt and grabbed her firm arse, pulling her towards me, and Dana who showed no sign of moving from my lap.
It was obvious she was wearing a thong under a pair of tights but I took my time groping around the tight round cheeks of her arse. We maintained eye contact as she bit her bottom lip, clearly not objecting to my actions. As the others seemed to be settling back down, I brought my hand around, slid a finger between her legs, and squeezed. This caused her to gasp slightly then she winked as she moved back to her seat.
The next instruction was for girl 3 to stand in the centre and remove a 'significant' clothing item. Gemma happily moved to the centre and swayed to the music as she unfastened her jeans. She slowly twirled her hips as she pulled the waistband over her sexy arse to reveal the tiniest thong I've ever seen. I thought back to all the times I had enjoyed pulling clothes off her curves, damn she was filthy. I remember once after she left my place in the morning, she texted me to say that she was stood in a shopping centre and she could feel my cum leaking out of her pussy. She said it was a good job she was wearing dark jeans otherwise everyone would see it. My dick jumped at the memory and began to strain against my jeans.