"I have an announcement to make." The hostess said ceremoniously. "You don't gotta go home, but you can't stay here."
Some of the partygoers groaned, others simply chugged their last bit of beer and straggled to the door. Nadia looked around, her chances of going home alone were getting greater all the while. She would probably walk home with her house-mate Margaret, lock her door and masturbate herself to sleep.
The hostess tugged on her arm quietly. "Can you guys make sure he gets home?" She gestured to Richard, a man Nadia worked with sometimes. He was obviously loaded enough to have trouble getting home, but conscious enough to make the long trek.
"Sure." Nadia said, laughing lightly. The alcohol had gone to her head a bit and she was giddy.
The walk home seemed long, but Richard kept it highly interesting. Nadia had to admire him, a man of lofty ideas. He talked philosophy. He spoke in poetry, words charming to her ears and even more charming to the soft wetness building in her womanhood. She ignored her desire for him as they wandered home, Margaret tagging along like a lost puppy.
It was decided that Richard would sleep in Nadia's room, since she didn't have a roommate. She pulled out the extra mattress and plopped it on the floor. Richard and Margaret chatted in the living room for awhile and Nadia joined them again.
"Can we have a slumber party?" Margaret asked.
Nadia sighed. Margaret had spent the night in her room plenty of times before, but it was simply a friendly relationship. She wondered if Margaret was straight or not, a question that always perplexed her. Sometimes she would make a comment about becoming a lesbian just to sleep with a certain woman, and that would be it. It was enough to keep her guessing, but she never cared much to find out the answer.
Nadia herself was very bi-sexual and always open to new things. "I'll try anything once." She often said, laughing with a lurid grin. "Why not?" She said. Margaret nearly bounced out of her seat. "I'll get my pillow." She said.
All three shuffled into the room, Margaret hopping onto Nadia's huge bed first and sliding over to the wall. Nadia climbed in next and Richard kneeled on the extra mattress on the floor. "I dare you to get in bed with us." Margaret chided. "Well now." Nadia thought to herself. "This is interesting." This was pretty risky behavior for the typically play-it-safe Margaret. She thought she might as well join in. "I triple dog dare you." She breathed aloud.
"I dare you to get naked." He replied whilst removing his clothing in the darkness.
Nadia immediately pulled off her top, revealing her large rounded breasts in the pale light from the street. Margaret squirmed. Richard stood waiting while Nadia gave him the once over.
"Well?"
"I'm working on it." She said wiggling out of her pants and panties, breathless with anticipation. Richard crawled over her as she dropped her clothing to the floor. They talked for a time, easily laughing and joking. Their bodies beneath the green velvety covers however were in a riot of tension, his heated smooth skin sliding along her side.
Margaret refused to take off her clothing, although she did remove her shirt. Perhaps she was trying to open up, or maybe it was just her abject need to fit in. Nadia would never know. As far as she was concerned Margaret was not participating fully and therefore would never know the entire gamut of the experience, from the elation of ecstasy to the shame of betrayal.
He chatted casually with Margaret as his hand approached Nadia's breast. It was a silken touch, a quick rub across the nipple, enough to drench her full again with her odd passion for this man. Of course, Margaret couldn't see this interaction, so she thought nothing of it and continued talking on. Richard took Nadia's hand and placed it lightly on top of his manhood. She smirked with mischief and began to massage little circles over his engorged balls. She knew full well what she was doing. She was baiting him into action. He grazed his hand down the length of her body, resting it on her velvety bush of pubic hair. He forced her legs apart lightly and began to stroke the length of her slit expertly. He could feel the juices beginning to flow within her and took his time, finding the little hood covering her clit.
