I couldn't understand Frank's fascination with swinging, threesomes, and the like. His erotic fantasies involved me with other men and women doing the most vulgar stuff. I really wasn't into that sort of thing but, he would always bring it up and encourage me to explore any sexual tendency I might have. He was very supportive and a considerate lover. For that, I was appreciative.
Frank was my boyfriend of three years who was just starting his junior year at college. He was very muscular with a tight, firm ass. His long, blond hair was usually tied in a pony-tail. I loved the way his baggy jeans clung to his hips and the room it left for Frank's seven inch cock. I believed I was obsessed with his veiny package. The thought of holding it in my hand would instantly make me wet. It was the root of Frank's sexual hold over me.
There was never a shortage of people wanting to be with me. Frank would often tell me of one of his friends saying how hot I was, or how their girlfriends thought I was adorable. He would go into explicit detail of what he would like to see me doing to them or what they could be doing to me. We would be at a bar with his friends enjoying ourselves when things would get rowdy and Frank would whisper in my ear that so and so was looking up my skirt or that he saw me talking to Ms. so and so, and if I was hot for her. This would lead to great sex later but, we never did anything until that summer party we threw at my house.
My parents were away for the weekend and had agreed to let me have some friends over. Frank and I thought it would be a good idea to have a small gathering to play cards, listen to music, and just party. I took a shower after shopping for the party. I had bought new razors and shaved my pussy smooth. I had a girlish, petite figure which measured 34-22-34. I only stood 5' 1" and weighed 105 lbs. My long blond hair was often in a french braid which became a sexual toy for Frank. He would pull on it while fucking me from behind. This would cause me to orgasm with authority and scream till my throat hurt. I pulled my black thong up over my shapely legs, untucked my panties from my crotch, and adjusted the strings over my hips. A white halter slid over my pale, jutting breasts and I tied it behind my neck and back. Lifting my arms too high would cause the bottoms of my tits to expose themselves and under the right light, my areolas showed right through the thin fabric. My tight black short-shorts allowed my ass to hang out just a bit. I put my make-up on and went downstairs in my lace-up heels to greet the guests.
The party was a real good time for all. The alcohol was flowing and high-times was everywhere. I couldn't tell if I was more drunk or more high. My head was spinning as I danced and mingled with everyone. The music was loud and the air was smoky. I cautiously made my way out the back door to get some fresh air. It was becoming increasingly difficult to walk on these heels and my hips would sway obscenely with every step. I stepped into the cool, night air and my nipples hardened against my top.
"Hey Doll, got a cigarette?"
It was Kyle, Frank's buddy from school. He was built like a brick house. Kyle was staring at my chest as I pulled a smoke from my pack. He stepped closer to take the cigarette and we started chatting.
"So how's things going with you, Kyle?"
"Good. Good. I've been having a great time. You guys throw a cool party."
Kyle was getting closer as we talked. He leaned down, and with a low voice, said I looked hot tonight. I was pleased with his compliment. The buzz I had made me unalarmed at the turn this conversation had just taken. He slid his hands around my waist and started talking about how tiny I was. I giggled because his rough hands tickled my bare mid-drift. Then he kissed me on the lips. I kissed him back out of instinct until I felt his tongue in my mouth. I pulled away but he hugged firm. I could feel his hardness press against my belly.
"Stop Kyle. We can't. You know I am with Frank. I have a boyfriend and can't do this."
"Yea, but you look so good and you feel great. I just thought maybe you wanted me the same way."
"I think your very nice, Kyle and..."
His hand went up my halter and caressed my left boob. He pinched my nipple as I squirmed in his arms. It felt like electric shocks were zipping from my tits to my clit causing my head to spin. The combination of his hands and the alcohol, made my resistance weak. His other hand rubbed between my legs and I became damp. He sucked at the nape of my neck and gave me goosebumps. Again, out of instinct, I rubbed his cock and felt the intense heat coming from his desire. What was I doing? I tried pushing his head off my neck but his lips just kept on biting and sucking me.
"I can't cheat on Frank, Kyle. Stop, please. You gotta let me go. I need to get back to the party. This just isn't right, and you know that! Stop it, damn it!"
He gave me one last squeeze and flicked my nipple, then stood back. His breathing was rapid and I could see the large bulge in the front of his jeans. I couldn't believe I had just done that with Frank's friend. I pulled my halter into place and went back inside.
I found Frank in the middle of the kitchen playing Quarters with a bunch of people. Someone handed me a drink and said it was my turn. I missed and passed the quarter on to the next person. They made me drink quite a few shots and I soon forgot about Kyle feeling me up. The game caused me to get really drunk plus I smoked a little more. I needed to find the bathroom.
I stumbled up the stairs and into the bathroom. Samatha was already sitting on the toliet and I turned to go. She said she was almost done and I could go next. She stood and pulled up her white thong under her short skirt. I sat and immediately started urinating. Samatha washed her hands and was redoing her make-up in the mirror. I was hunched over, trying to be modest about my business.
"Oh my God! You shave too!" Samatha sireked, as she spun around and peered between my legs.
"Yea, Frank got me to do it and now I kinda like it."
I felt a little freaked talking about my personal habits and Samatha staring at my crotch. I could see down the loose top she was wearing. Her cleavage was in my face and I noticed the lacy, white bra she had on.
"That's so cool. Don't you like it when you get eaten and you can feel that smooth tongue on your pussy? Ummm, yea baby. That's what I'm talking about," she purred as she finished in the mirror.