Scarlett had decided to host a party at her house, mostly because she wanted to have another New Year's Eve party. She had invited twenty people, and most of those brought guests, putting between thirty-five and forty people in her house. Things were a little cramped, but everyone seemed to be having a good time. Another reason Scarlett had decided to have the party was that, honestly, she was horny and throwing a party was a good way to get attractive, single men into her house. She would never admit that to anyone, but she could admit it to herself.
She had seen a few candidates for taking up to her bedroom, but as hostess, she hadn't gotten much of a chance to do anything about it. There was Mark, who she knew through school, though only vaguely. She had gotten his name from Connie, who worked in the office at school, who was here with her husband John, a quiet, nondescript man with brown hair and blue eyes. You wouldn't have been able to pick him out of a lineup because you barely remembered him from one moment to the next.
Ben from the gym was here, talking in the corner of the living room with Sarah, whose brother played racquetball with Ben on Wednesdays. John and Stan were here, too. Scarlett invited the brothers because, if nothing else, they were funny and intelligent and it was hard finding men who weren't intimidated by her intellect, as well as her height. John and Stan weren't intimidated by either.
The party started to wind down at about eleven, people saying goodnight to Scarlett and the other guests. By midnight, everyone had left, John and Stan staying a little longer to help clean up, then saying goodbye and going home, leaving Scarlett all alone. She hadn't even had the chance to get a phone number or email addresses or anything. She pouted on the couch for a moment and then shrugged, deciding to go to bed. She climbed the stairs to the second floor, stopping to use the bathroom on her way to the bedroom to settle in for the night.
Scarlett stepped into the bedroom and started to unbutton her shirt. Before she was halfway done, a hand covered her eyes and a voice whispered in her ear, "I thought you were never going to come up here. Now, keep your eyes closed." She nodded and his hand pulled away, only to be replaced by silk covering her eyes. Scarlett sighed softly and he head leaned back onto a muscular shoulder.
A pair of hands wrapped around her, finishing the unbuttoning she had started. They cupped her large breasts and lips found their way to her neck, kissing lightly, a tongue licking softly as Scarlett shuddered. The hands moved from her breasts down her stomach to her skirt, deftly circling her waist and unzipping her, pushing the skirt down over her hips, leaving Scarlett shivering there in her bra and panties.
"You are beautiful, Scarlett," the voice whispered, the hands unhooking her bra and pulling it down over her arms. She could barely make out the sound of the fabric hitting the floor as the strong hands cupped her breasts again, kneading them, a thumb and forefinger lightly pinching her nipples, her knees buckling under her. A pair of arms encircled her and pushed her onto her bed, Scarlett facing down, her arms bent above her head.
Lips touched her on the base of her neck as she felt the weight of hands push down on either side of her body. She arched into the lips and felt the cover of a body on top of hers, the body heat keeping her warm. The mouth moved slowly downward, small soft kisses trailing all the way down her spine, the hands moving with it. Scarlett felt them on her waist and her panties slid down her legs, leaving her naked and vulnerable. She was incredibly turned on.
She heard footsteps trail away from the bed and a cabinet in her personal bathroom open. The footsteps returned and stopped at the foot of the bed, where her feet hung off just slightly. She heard a bottle open and then the sound of lubricant being applied to what she assumed was a penis, the soft squelching sound making her moan softly as she waited. She didn't have to wait long.
The weight on the bed returned and she felt her lover kneel on either side of her behind, his lubed cock sliding easily between her ass cheeks, his thighs squeezing them together. His hand slid over her hip and found her wetness quickly, two fingers inserted into her up to the first big knuckle. Scarlett bucked against the intrusion, only to find herself pushed back down by the weight on her tailbone. She quickly and instinctively found a rhythm of jerking back to be pushed back down onto the two fingers, putting pressure against her clit as she did.
