Party Gift

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.

Finally, I caught sight of my boyfriend. He was standing next to a big keg of beer talking to a couple boys. Friends? Or had he just met them? I didn't really care. He had a beer in his hand and lifted it to take a drink as I walked up to him. He smiled at me and raised his cup, giving me a little nod. But when I reached him, he turned his attention back to the two kids he was talking to. I stood impatiently waiting for him to look at me again, but it almost felt like he was ignoring me.

Shifting my weight from one foot to the other, I felt like I was becoming more and more aware of what was happening inside my cunt. The inside of my vagina was literally tingling. The same kind of tingling that happens right before I have an orgasm. Uh. No thanks. I was not about to have an orgasm standing in the middle of a crowded room with a bunch of strangers. Tapping Brad on the shoulder, he finally turned toward me. "What's up?" he asked.

What's up? That's all he has to say? But I realized that I wasn't really frustrated at him. It was normal to want to socialize at a party, right? Forcing myself to cool before my annoyance turned to anger, I leaned close to him and tried to whisper in his ear, but he pulled away, raising his shoulder defensively. When I glared at him, he leaned his head toward me and I said quietly, "You wanna find an empty bedroom here?"

My boyfriend's eyes opened wide, and he looked around as if panicked. He shook his head slightly, but then started grinning at me. He leaned close to my ear and whispered back, "Later. There're too many people here now."

Fine. Whatever. I shifted my legs again, squeezing my thighs against the ever-growing tingle. That made the two balls shift once more and I had to bite my lip to keep from making a noise. Good god I was getting horny. Fast. "Ok," I said to him, and he immediately turned his attention back to his two friends. He hadn't even introduced me to them. What the hell? And why was he being so standoffish when he knew I had these god forsaken sex balls rolling around inside of me? Why even give me this "gift" if he didn't want to get frisky with me?

My annoyance was brewing, so I decided to walk away before I started a fight with him. Now was not the time for that. Besides, maybe he really just had no idea how effective these things were. Using his shoulder to push myself away, I stumbled a few feet before catching myself and then started walking down a side hallway. The tingling started up again almost immediately and I couldn't help but feel like these things were going to fall out of me any second. And that worry made me continuously clench my pelvis muscles as I walked around aimlessly, which only added to the stimulation they were creating inside of me.

By the time I had lapped my way around the house at least two times, I realized I had to pee. Bad. Fortunately, I found a bathroom around the next corner and ducked inside. Shutting the door and locking it, I leaned over trying to catch my breath. The tingling inside my vagina slowly eased off. With a slight shudder, I turned and made my way to the toilet. Squatting down, I hiked the hem of my dress up and then carefully pulled my panties down to my knees. At first, I held myself a few inches above the toilet rim. I hated letting my bare skin touch public toilets.

As I started to let my muscles loosen, I felt once again like the balls were about to come flying out of my vagina. I could only imagine my embarrassment when I had to explain to the boy who lived in this house how I had clogged his toilet. Worried, I finally let my ass cheeks lower onto the cold porcelain toilet seat. Then I reached a hand between my legs and held it there, to catch a ball if it happened to eject itself. Relaxing my muscles a little more, I was rewarded with the blessedly exquisite sensation of peeing when my bladder was insistently full. As the warm liquid poured over my cupped hand, I realized it hadn't been necessary at all. The balls held nicely inside. Oh well.

When the pee stopped flowing, I clenched my pelvis muscle once more and felt a jolt of pleasure that made me gasp. Oh my. For a few seconds, I just sat on the toilet in stunned silence as wave after wave of arousal washed over me. Jesus these things were intense! And they felt warm inside of me. Almost like they were heating up.

Pushing myself onto my feet again, I struggled to get my panties back up and then washed my hands extra thoroughly. I can't believe I just pissed on myself. The soap was a foamy kind and smelled like lavender. As the scent filled my lungs, I felt a strong, pulsing tingle erupt in the pit of my stomach. Wow. I had never associated lavender with arousal before, yet there it was.

After drying my hands, I closed my eyes and took several deep breaths before venturing out into the house again. My entire body was tingling by that point. How much longer was Brad planning on staying? I didn't know how long I could stand it before I literally forced him to take me someplace private and fuck my brains out. Good lord I was horny.

Fuck it. I couldn't exactly stay in the bathroom all night. Opening my eyes, I unlocked the door and pushed it open. Noises from the party washed over me once more as I ventured back into the storm.

[03. The dance.]

Making my way through the house full of strangers, I started to feel dizzy. I vaguely recall some boy grabbing onto me and asking if I was ok. When I didn't answer him, he continued holding me until I finally looked at his face. Oh. He was cute. Like, hella cute. He was smirking at me and clearly checking me out. I wondered what my face looked like just then. My pussy was literally on fire and I felt more worked up than I could ever remember. It was hard to breathe. Every slight movement made the tingling flare up again, deep inside of me. For a half-second that seemed like an eternity, I felt like I was about to ask this random boy to fuck me. With a shake of my head, I scolded myself internally and yanked my arm out of his grip, stumbling away from him.

A few minutes later, I stood in an open doorway with stairs leading down. I couldn't remember seeing it before, but I heard music and laughing coming up the steps. Grabbing hold of the handrail, I made my way down. The stairs were carpeted, which offered small comfort in case I slipped. Luckily, I made it to the bottom without having to face that particular embarrassment. When I looked around, I realized this house had a finished basement. To my left was a hallway with several closed doors. To the right, the space opened up into a large room. There was a pair of glass, sliding doors that opened up into a big backyard. Wow. I hadn't even realized this house was built into the side of a hill.

"Samantha?" I heard a familiar voice call my name.

Whipping my head toward that voice, I saw Brad's sister, Chloe. She had a red, plastic cup in her hand and she was dancing at the other end of the room near a small cluster of other girls. I didn't recognize any of them except her, but I didn't care. Unable to stop the grin from splitting my face in half, I started walking toward her. As I drew closer, I took in her outfit. She had on a very small white half-tee that hugged her tits so tightly that I could literally see her nipples. Not just the tips, but the whole things. Areola and all. She didn't seem fazed by it at all. She was also wearing tight jean shorts with frayed hems, and a pair all-white chuck taylors.

Walking across the room toward my boyfriend's sister felt like I was trudging through molasses. I swear my entire world was moving in slow motion. The metallic balls were like two glowing embers in my cunt, tickling me from within as I walked. By the time I reached Chloe, the room was swaying. Or was that me? Either way, she grabbed hold of me, laughing. She must have thought I was drunk. And when I reached my hand out and grabbed her beer and then started drinking it, I figured that would only add to the idea. She laughed again, uncaring.

After a minute, I realized that Chloe was still holding onto me. Jeez, was I that off balance? When I looked into her eyes, I swear she was silently making fun of me. She had a grin on her face that looked permanent. After a long thirty seconds, she finally let go of me. I almost teetered backward, but managed to catch my balance. Blinking, I tried to focus but it was next to impossible with those pleasure balls working their magic between my legs.

Just then, a different song started. It was a new Cardi B song that I'd been hearing on the radio lately. Even though I wasn't all that into her music, I had to admit it was catchy. Chloe seemed to be excited about it because she started dancing almost immediately. She was laughing as she flailed her arms, lunging toward me and steering her body around mine over and over, until I felt even dizzier.

"Come on, girl!" Brad's sister said excitedly.

Somehow, her excitement was infectious and I soon felt myself starting to sway and move to the rhythm. Of course that made the pleasure between my legs flare up to unimaginable heights. But for some reason, I started to feel excited. As in, happy-excited. This was fun! And arousing. I wondered if I could actually get off like this, just by dancing?

Chloe started laughing suddenly and she put one of her hands on my shoulder, her body still swaying side to side. I watched her wiggle her hips, too, almost gyrating them in circles. Oh, was she twerking? A laugh started to work its way up from my chest. I opened my mouth to giggle--

"Are you enjoying the present I left for you?" my boyfriend's sister asked casually and my entire world came to a screeching halt. Say what?

"Uhhh," was all that came out of my mouth, instead of the laugh that had been brewing.

Chloe leaned in close to my ear, her hand still on my shoulder, and said not-all-that-quietly, "You're using them, aren't you?"

When she pulled back, I just stared at her blankly. Was she... was she suggesting...