SUMMARY: This short story is about a girl who gets a "party gift" just before heading to a college party. It's a sex toy that must be "worn" a special way. She decides to give it a try. But she has no idea the sexual tension that's about to build while she wanders around a house full of strangers. Until the most unlikely of people helps her...
All characters in this story are 18 or older.
AUTHOR NOTE: If you've read any of my other stories, you may have noticed that I lean toward taboo topics most of the time. However, this time I decided to post a story in a category that's a little closer to reality for me. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!
DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of fiction. Any character resemblances to real life personae are strictly coincidental. Copying, re-posting, storing (whether digitally or in print form) or redistribution of this material is prohibited.
STORY:
[01. The preparations.]
Holding another dress up in front of my body as I stared at myself in the mirror, I couldn't help but grin. My boyfriend Brad was taking me to a college party tonight. My very first college party ever. The party was actually hosted by a sorority, but Brad's sister, Chloe, had invited him. And that automatically included me, too. I was ecstatic about it!
I was nineteen and my first semester of college was just a few weeks away from being done. Thank god! College was worlds harder than I expected. My parents had warned me not to take too many classes at once, but the ones I picked had all seemed so simple! The problem was that sixteen credit hours was way more work than I realized. So I was looking forward to taking the summer off to let my head reset.
Focusing on my reflection again, I nodded to myself. This dress would do. It was a reddish-pink, summer bodycon dress with ruched pleats. It even had drawstrings that could be drawn tighter to bunch up the pleats and lift the bottom a bit. I was a little worried it wouldn't fit me anymore. It had been a few years since I had worn the thing, and I only ever went out with it one time. But I decided I didn't care if it was a little tight on me. I was going to a party, after all!
Shrugging off my robe, I pulled the dress over my head. It was definitely tighter than I remembered. With a little effort, I pulled it down my body and then onto my ass. It was snug even there. Struggling with the last few inches, I finally untied the drawstrings from either side of my hips and felt a little relief as the fabric loosened up. Pulling it down as far as I could, I straightened and then looked at myself in the mirror once more.
Scrutinizing myself, I let my eyes wander from head to toe, slowly examining every curve the dress seemed to accentuate. At nearly 5'3", I weighed just shy of 110 pounds. I figured I had probably weighed closer to 105 the last time I wore the dress. But it didn't look all that bad. It was definitely a body hugger, though. I didn't want to wear a bra with this on, so the outline of my breasts seemed almost scandalous. And I could just barely see the hint of my nipples pressing into the fabric. I would have to be careful to try to stay warm tonight. Although girls nowadays seemed to be flaunting their nips all over the place, so it probably didn't much matter.
My name is Samantha. My hair was a medium shade of brown, but recently I had decided to give it some subtle highlights. That was a few weeks ago, so some of the dye had faded, but I liked how it looked. I wore it long, about three quarters of the way down my back. Tonight, I decided I was going to make it a little wavy, but otherwise let it hang loose and free. That was my favorite look, most of the time. And tonight was all about making an impression. Well, if this dress didn't do it, I didn't know what would!
Almost an hour later, I had my hair styled the way I wanted. Next it was time for makeup. I spent another hour on that, despite the fact that I tended to be sparing with it when I wore any at all. But it had to be perfect. If people couldn't really tell you were wearing makeup, then it was put on right. That had always been my motto. Checking myself in the mirror one last time and smiling in satisfaction, it was time for what was arguably the most important decision of the night.
What panties was I going to wear?
The second I opened the top drawer of my dresser, I paused. What was that? There was a small black box with a silver ribbon tied around it, lying in the corner on top of a pile of socks. Frowning, I reached in and grabbed the box. I noticed there was a little piece of folded paper tied to the ribbon. Flipping the paper open, it said simply, "Wear me." A smile bloomed on my face as I realized it was a gift from my boyfriend! He got me something to wear to the party!
Excitedly, I untied the ribbon and gently slid the top of the box off. Then I stood staring at what was inside. What the hell? There were two silver-colored little balls. When I picked one up, I realized it really was made of metal, and it felt heavier than I expected. I didn't understand what I was looking at. Grabbing the top of the gift box, I read the note again. "Wear me." Wear these? How? They didn't even have anything to attach them with. And where would I even put these? My confusion deepened. Finally, I took out the other ball and then noticed that the little piece of foam the two balls had been sitting on was removable. When I pulled it out, I discovered a sticker that showed how to "wear" the balls.
Two loud thumps reached my ears as both balls spilled out of my hands and landed on the floor. Cursing to myself, I studied the instructions in silence. It was just two diagrams demonstrating where to put them. Apparently, these balls were meant to be inserted in... my pussy. How the hell was that even supposed to work? And what exactly was the purpose?
Despite being thoroughly confused, I also found myself starting to feel oddly aroused about this little gift. My boyfriend had never suggested something so kinky before. So he wanted me to wear these in public, did he? Well, I figured that my panties would help keep them snug inside so I wouldn't risk an embarrassing moment where they dropped out from between my legs. What the fuck. It couldn't hurt to indulge him, could it? I was curious just exactly what they would do being up in there. Admittedly, it felt like a new level of naughty to "wear" these while we were at a party.
Putting my mind back to the original matter, I quickly selected a pair of silky, black panties with soft lacey frills along the waist. They were pretty sexy, if I did say so myself. So, with that settled, I checked the time and saw that I had about thirty more minutes until he would be there to pick me up. I figured I'd wait until the last second to shove the balls into my vagina. And it didn't make much sense to put my panties on yet, so I wadded them up and shoved them into the gift box, along with the two silver balls.
Sitting at my desk, I couldn't help but mess with my makeup a little more while I waited. Sure enough, I ended up making Brad wait another five minutes while I finished making myself perfect once he arrived. Just before exiting my house, I sat on the edge of my bed with my legs spread and carefully inserted the two metal balls into my cunt. They were cold, but not too bad. The first one went in easily. The second one, I had to use a little extra pressure. When it finally sank inside my opening, I could literally feel the first one roll around inside of me to make room for the second. Oh. Now that was a sensation I had never felt before. It was... interesting. And the second I stood up, I felt a very distinct tingle inside. Huh.
Stepping into my panties, I shimmied them up my legs and snugged them around my crotch. I felt a little worried that they wouldn't be enough to hold the balls in all night. Sucking in a deep breath, I even tried bouncing up and down a little. It felt weird. Not a bad weird. But weird, for sure. When I walked out of my room, I realized I could feel them shifting in my vagina, just slightly. I found myself tensing my pelvic muscles out of instinct, for fear of them coming out.
By the time I made it to the front door and leaned down to grab a pair of low heels, I decided I liked how they felt. A lot.
Brad was waiting for me out front in his dark blue Honda Civic. "Hey," he said, as I slid into the passenger seat and he took off. He didn't ask if I was "wearing" them, but that only added to the secret thrill.
[02. The party.]
When we got to the party, Brad disappeared almost immediately, leaving me alone in a house where I didn't really know anyone. With two stimulating balls rattling around inside my crotch. It was a little annoying, considering he was the one who asked me to wear them in the first place. Well, maybe he didn't realize exactly how much of an effect they would have on me. Or maybe they were meant for later? Well, too late. I already had them in there.
As I slowly made my way through the house, bumping into people left and right, I didn't come across a single recognizable face. That was a bit upsetting. There was an even mix of boys and girls, though. I heard some faint hip hop playing from another room, but otherwise all I heard was the clamor of dozens of conversations at once.
By the time I had completed a full loop of the house, I found myself constantly squeezing my thighs together. I swear these things were going to pop out at any second! But what was worse than that was the effect they were having on me. I never in a million years would have suspected that something like this would be so arousing. Walking got me worked up. But after a while, even standing still didn't help. Those balls were ever present, pressing my insides in a way that not even a cock could.