Brooke and Savannah stumbled from the dark basement and into the empty kitchen area where Savannah gently closed the door behind her.
Within the mansion the party was still in full swing, loud music blared from down the hallways and the dense thrum of a heavy bass reverberated through the floor.
The girls exchanged a knowing glance, and hugged each other while giggling.
'Oh. Brooke,' Savannah purred, 'you do make the best out of a party.'
Brooke reached over to her friend's hair, running her fingers through the blonde curls, catching at some dried cum matted in knots in a strand of hair.
'You look gorgeous after you have been fucked hard. All flushed and radiant.' Brooke gave a small hot kiss to Savannah's cheek. 'But I bet we look a state. Let's find somewhere to clean up before we go find your Mom.'
Brooke was dressed in her festive onesie, but the stud buttons were mismatched, barely keeping the golden tanned breasts in place, and a gap in the lower region flashed her stomach and a brief view of a tuft of brown pubic hair. Her luscious long brown hair was in disarray, matted and sweat drenched.
Savannah had quickly dressed in a similar chaotic fashion. Her off-the-shoulder jumper was inside out, the tag flapping near her throat. Her boots were on different feet, so she hobbled slightly, and her mini skirt was riding up dangerously revealing glimpses of her sodden, pink panties.
The girls looked around the kitchen nervously, then glanced through the doorway to the hallway. The main living room was where all the noise and music was coming from, but there were a number of other doors along the hall, and a grand set of stairs leading up to the first floor.
Suddenly, a door opened in the hallway and an older man came out, holding an empty pint glass. He stopped in front of the girls, a cheery grin on his face.
'Hello, you two. Are you looking for the youngsters? Down in the basement, I think.' He said, a slight slur in his voice.
'We are, er, looking for the bathroom. Some place we can just freshen up.'
'Oh yeah? My nephew Pip been spilling the drinks again, has he? I'm his Uncle Dick, and I can say he is a good lad, always tries his best.'
'You can say that again,' Savannah whispered under her breath, 'The guy has a monster cock.'
'What was that?' Uncle Dick asked, a quizzical look on his face. He leant closer to Brooke, examining her face. His breath stank of beer and pretzels and Brooke shied away. 'Oh, I think you have some mayonnaise sauce on your face, or something.' He tried to poke at Brooke's face with his finger, but Brooke expertly took a step back and smiled.
'Yes, thanks. That's why we are looking for a bathroom, or a private area we can freshen up.'
'Ahhhh,' Uncle Dick said. 'Well, I know the bathrooms upstairs have a huge line of people waiting to get in. But I tell you what, I think there is a place in the study. Follow me.'
Uncle Dick wandered down the hallway. The two girls looked at each other, shrugged, and followed the tipsy Uncle as he turned a corner.
'Just in here, girls.' Uncle Dick stood next to a door. 'I think there is a football game on the main TV but the room is empty. And private.'
Uncle Dick opened the door and Brooke leaned inside. It was a darkly lit room, the only light was a large projector screen which showed a football game on the far wall. A large grey beanbag, like a small sofa, was in the middle of the floor, but was empty, and no one else appeared to be about.
A faint scent of cigar smoke lingered in the air, blue wisps curling around the room at head height.
'OK girls, you should be able to get yourself together here.' Uncle Dick grinned and closed the door.
The room was quiet and dark and the two girls looked at each other and then burst out laughing.
'Oh my God,' Savannah said through her giggles. 'What are we doing?'
'Ha ha, I know. What a weird guy that was. Did you get those pervy vibes?' Brooke said.
'It's no wonder though, we do look a state.' Savannah looked her friend up and down, the projected game playing over her green and red onesie, revealing her curves. 'I mean, you look like you got dressed in the dark after being reamed by a bunch of healthy nerds!'
Savannah ran a hand down Brooke's onesie, some button studs were mismatched, leaving gaps and bunching it tight around the middle. 'No wonder that pervy Uncle was staring. You have your buttons on wrong.'
Brooke pulled at her friend's jumper, turning it a little at the collar. 'And you have your jumper on inside out!'
'Here,' Savannah said, 'Let me sort you out.'
With that, she gripped the top of her friend's onesie with both hands and pulled it open - pop - pop - pop - the studs pinging apart as the onesie opened. With a mischievous laugh, she pulled the onesie over her shoulders and down to Brooke's waist, revealing her breasts and athletic, curvaceous figure in the half-light.
'Oi.' Brooke gave a startled laugh, but didn't move to cover herself up.
Savannah stroked her friend's hip, grinning and staring into her eyes. 'You were so hot downstairs.' She moved her hand up Brooke's hip, trailing fingertips up the side of her stomach, stroking gently at the ribcage, then moving up so that her fingernails scraped gently at the underside of Brooke's boob.
'Oh, look.' Savannah gave a mock stare at her friend's breast, 'You have a little speck of man muck on you!'
Brooke peeled out in laughter. 'What did you call it?'
'Ha ha - man muck?' Savannah grinned up at her friend. 'Better than some of the words guys have used, usually after they have spunked it all over my tits.'
'Like... ' Brooke pondered, 'A dollop of baby batter?'
'Yeah. Or Daddy's sauce. And would madam care for a helping of gentleman's relish? Why thank you, good sir, I'll take two!'
'Or protein shake! Like that will be good for my skin.'
'I've had some guy cry out "Here comes the nut butter" - while he's furiously wanking over me, his eyes closed tight.' Savannah mimicked said guy, mid-stroke.
