Penny finished off her drink and set it down on the table. She eased herself off the stool, mindful that her short skirt didn't rise too high on her slender legs. Picking up her empty glass, Penny turned to make her way through the other partygoers towards the wet bar. Along the way, the pretty blonde girl scanned the room for her friend, Jenna, who had brought her here in the first place.
In her three years of college, Penny had attended many such events. The house party was typical: loud music, alcohol, and plenty of attractive people, none of whom Penny knew. These were Jenna's friends. Now that she had disappeared, Penny was understandably miffed, but undaunted nonetheless. Jenna had promised her a good time, and Penny fully intended to have one, with or without her friend.
"Oh, excuse me!" Penny exclaimed, bumping into Drew's broad chest.
"Hey, I never complain when a beautiful girl walks into my arms!" He responded easily.
His confident smile disarmed her. Penny giggled at the compliment. "I'm Drew, by the way," he told her, extending a large hand.
"Penny," she replied, taking his hand in her own. Brushing her long blonde hair back behind her ear, Penny stared up at his strong features and impressive build, and felt immediately attracted to this man. He was so much taller than she; Penny was glad she wore her heels. Rather, Penny was glad she had worn the sexiest outfit she owned: a short, tight black skirt which nearly exposed her delectable ass, a low cut, off-the-shoulder blouse to prominently display her breasts, and black strappy high heels to accentuate her gorgeous legs.
"Oh, were you going for another drink?" he asked. Penny nodded. "I'll get you one," he offered, reaching for her glass. Drew took the opportunity to steal a look down the front of her almost scandalous blouse. Penny had impressively large breasts, and her top prevented the use of a bra.
"Oh, thank you so much!" Penny replied, handing him her empty glass and pretending not to notice his obvious attempt to check out her fantastic tits. Drew returned thirty seconds later with a cup full of the alcohol-spiked fruit punch she had been drinking earlier. "You're so sweet!" she thanked him, touching his arm almost innocently. Penny started work on her second glass of the evening.
"Say, have you seen Jenna?" Penny asked him.
"Oh, yeah, I saw her leaving about a half hour ago," Drew replied. "Why, did you come here with her?" Drew queried, feigning interest.
"Yeah," Penny responded easily. "Oh, well, don't worry about it."
"Well, just because you arrived with her doesn't mean you have to leave with her," Drew replied, sly grin and all.
Penny laughed lightly. "Oh, and I suppose you'd rather have me leave with you?" she asked coquettishly.
"Well it wouldn't be far at least; I live next door," Drew responded, smiling. He'd made his play, now he'd see if she took the bait.
"My, aren't you forward?" she inquired playfully. "We've just met and already you're angling to get me alone and defenseless!" Penny shot him an innocent look and ran her down her skirt, pretending to smooth it subconsciously. In reality, of course, it was a calculated move.
"Please, I know better than to think tired old lines would work on a girl as beautiful as you!" he lied.
Penny's lilting laugh let loose as she tossed her long hair back over her shoulder.
He chatted her up for another twenty minutes, complimenting her often, and working his way into her good graces. Penny responded eagerly, flirting with him openly. She teased him mercilessly, playing with her hair, straightening her short skirt, or touching his arm or chest.
When Drew felt she was sufficiently at ease with him, he made his move. "Hey, I gotta run next door and get some CDs, would you care to walk over with me?" Drew asked innocuously.
Penny pretended to mull the offer over for a minute, and then readily agreed. "Well, all right. Just don't try to take advantage of me all alone in your big house!" she replied with feigned innocence.
Drew took her by the hand as they made their way through the crowd and out the front door. Several men stared after her, their eyes fixed on the delicious angles of her legs as set off by her strappy black heels or the smooth curve of her firm ass, barely covered by her flimsy black miniskirt.
The cool night air caused Penny's nipples to harden under her tight blouse, a detail which did not escape Drew's notice as they chatted. Her high heels clicked on the walkway as they made their way next door to Drew's home.
"Here, I'll give you the dime tour," he offered, taking her by the hand and leading her into the den. The main room was sparsely furnished, populated only by an entertainment center, a sofa, a few chairs, and a large wooden desk.
The dime tour wasn't worth a nickel, it turned out. No sooner had they walked in the door when Drew spun around and pinned Penny up against a wall. One hand went immediately to her waist, just above her miniskirt, and the other cupped her face in his hand. He kissed her.
Penny's hands pushed against the wall for support. While surprised at Drew's daring advance, she certainly did not protest. Penny appreciated a forceful man—one who saw what he wanted, and took it. Right now, Drew wanted Penny. He seized her wrists and pushed them above her head, causing her substantial breasts to jut out against her tight, too-small blouse. He used one hand now to hold her wrists; the other took hold of her shiny blond hair. Penny cooed into his mouth.
He released the pressure of his mouth on hers, and kissed his way from her cheek to her neck, nibbling and sucking on it. "Oh, Drew, you naughty boy…," she started. Penny's pussy dampened considerably under her skirt—he wasn't the only naughty one, apparently.
