It was crowded in the kitchen. Perspiration gathered on the back of her Alba's neck under her long, dark hair. She was about to escape to her best friend Abby's room when she felt a man press his body against her back. She felt his warmth through her tank top and across the back of her legs. A hand, armed with a carrot, reached around and scooped onion dip out of the bowl in front of her. She moved to get out of the man's way. She stopped when he put his hand on her shoulder.
"Oh, don't worry, I got what I wanted," he murmured in her ear. He leaned into her before moving away. She turned and caught a glimpse of Abby's neighbor, Troy. Troy was old, like at least in his mid-thirties. He had thinning sandy hair and a beer belly and there was no reason for Alba to suddenly feel squelchy between her legs, but she did.
She moved away from the table and made her way to Abby's room. It was the middle of summer and without the crush of bodies that made the kitchen so hot, the air in Abby's room was arctic relief. She flopped down on Abby's bed face first and then rolled over onto her back.
It was Abby's twenty-first birthday, and she had opted to let her parents throw her a party, rather than go out clubbing. This was strategic. Abby was only halfway through the first semester of her senior year in college, and she'd already busted through all of the spending money her parents had given her for the year. She figured that if she could get all of her parents' friends around, get them drunk, and play up the poor college girl thing, she could walk away with a few thousand in a day.
That would never have worked if Alba had tried it, but Abby had charisma for days and could generally get anyone to do anything she wanted. Alba and Abby had been friends since they were kids and Alba had moved in down the street. Abby had come over, learned that their names were similar and their birthdays only a month apart, and had declared that they would be best friends forever. So far, that had proven to be true.
"There you are."
Abby breezed in. She was blonde and curvy. She was just shy of chubby, but worked it with the confidence of a supermodel. She had mischievous gray eyes that turned silver when she was really up to something. She walked over to the bed and tweaked Alba's nipple. "Cold in here," she said with a grin. She reached down and rubbed between Abby's legs over her shorts. "How's Regina? Ooh, she's warm! What have you been up to?"
Alba flushed, partly out of embarrassment, partly out of arousal. The girls had experimented with each other as their bodies had developed along with their curiosity. They had been each others' first kisses, and one day, impatient with Alba's prudish ways, Abby had given an eighteen-year-old Alba her first orgasm. Directly after which, Alba had gone home and feverishly attempted to recreate the result on her own. It had taken weeks to perfect the technique, but it had been a fun series of experiments.
Oblivious to the response Abby's casual teasing had caused to Alba's body, Abby moved away. She opened her closet door. "I'm going to have to go with a short skirt." She was currently wearing a cropped t-shirt and jean shorts. "I've only gotten twenty bucks so far." She flipped through several dresses and pulled out a yellow sundress with blue flowers. It was obviously new, as it still had the tags on.
She took the dress into the bathroom and closed the door. Alba debated calling her friend back to help her out with the itch between her legs, but she didn't want to mess with Abby's concentration. The girl was on a mission.
Instead, Alba stood, and headed toward the guest bathroom down the hall. She closed the door and locked it. She'd been too shy to ever refer to her vagina by its scientific name, and she found the world 'pussy' too graphic, so she'd named that area of her body 'Regina'.
Right now, as her outer lips rubbed against her lacy underwear, and the denim above that was rough and unforgiving, Regina was hot, and begging to be touched. Alba leaned against the door, and slid her hand past the waistband of her shorts, and then into her panties.
A sigh escaped her at both the relief and the torment that movement caused. She slipped her fingers through her outer lips and sighed again. Her entire body flushed with the heat of anticipation.
It took a moment for the sound to break through the haze of lust, but she realized that someone was pounding at the door. "I really have to get in there!"
For one frustrated moment, Alba considered leaving the person to whatever potted plant they could find, but her kind heart overruled her loins. She slipped her fingers out and patted Regina's pouting lips. "Soon," she promised.
She let the desperate person into the bathroom, and the door was slammed so fast behind her, Alba didn't even see who it was. She made her way to Abby's parents' bedroom. She would prefer not to do something so dirty in their bathroom, but she couldn't wait.
Unfortunately, she'd have to. Their bedroom door was open, but the bathroom door was closed. "That's my dirty slut," Alba heard. It sounded like Abby's stepfather. A woman moaned. Alba hoped it was Abby's mother, but it was hard to imagine ice-cold Alice being called a slut and liking it.
Alba pressed her body against the door, listening to wet, slapping sounds and sighs. When she found her hand making it's way into her waistband, she flushed. She pulled away from the door, reluctantly, ashamed of being turned on by the sounds of her friend's parents having sex. Alba patted Regina through her shorts. "Sorry," she said. The action only made her ache worse. "Later," she promised herself, with a groan.
It was hours later, when Troy found Alba in the kitchen, washing dishes. It was a good excuse to get away from the crush of drunks in Abby's backyard. Alba was a bit tipsy herself. Even though she wouldn't be twenty-one for another month, none of the adults seemed to care. Alba had already had two wine coolers pressed into her hand and a third was open on the counter.
Regina was operating at a dull roar. It hadn't helped that Troy had, several times throughout the day, taken opportune moments to slide his hand down her arm in a friendly way, or accidentally brush his fingers against the side of her breast. She'd even once found herself briefly cupping his crotch, although she still wasn't sure how he'd managed that.
