The party was a raving success. Cathy was a charming hostess, and the guests, friends and family thoroughly enjoyed themselves.
Sally had a hard time fending off the clumsy advances of Brian Conroy, a classmate - a former classmate to be exact - who tried to get into Sally's pants at every opportunity, despite Sally making it abundantly clear she wasn't interested.
"He doesn't get it, Cathy!" Sally was exasperated. "How many times do I have to tell him I don't want to go on a date? That guy just never gives up!"
"Be kind to him, Sally. He's really not all that bad, you know. He's had it tough the last couple of years."
"I know, Cathy, but still. Oh how I wish I could hold hands with you or Jack, like Mike and Sarah. It doesn't feel right being around you and not touching you."
"I'm wondering if I should come on to Jack, you know, follow through with the original plan? I wonder how he'd react."
"Pin your skirt down, Cathy. He tried to grope me at the car earlier. I'd say the poor boy is horny as hell with all these girls around. Just look at Michelle over there. Her tits are almost spilling out of her top, and her skirt, if you can even call it that... Does she have no decency at all?"
"She has no boyfriend, Sally. That's the problem. Maybe we should introduce her to Brian? He might be able to help her out," Cathy said jokingly.
The girls laughed. "I might try that the next time he pesters me, Cathy," Sally said with a twinkle in her eye. This might actually work. It would get the little pest off her back, and at the same time she would be doing a good deed, helping poor Michelle getting laid.
"I'll actually go looking for him now, Cathy. See you later!"
"See you in a while, Sally."
Cathy went across the room to find Jack. The idea of pulling off her plan from before they got together actually excited her. She wanted to find out if Jack would find a little role-playing as exciting as she did. She took a quick detour to the bathroom, where she quickly removed her panties. This would be so much better without.
Sally made her way to find Brian. She'd do her good deed for the day by introducing him to Michelle. She was pretty sure the two would not lose much time getting to know each other.
She didn't have to look long. She found Brian in a dark corner of the basement, his arms wrapped around a girl that looked incredibly like Michelle. When did this happen? The guy did not waste any time, indeed.
At least she didn't have to worry about him pestering her any more. Plus she didn't have to play match maker, either. She'd watch the two for a little bit from a distance, though. The thought of peeping on them a little exited her.
Michelle sat on Brian's lap, her legs to either side of his body, feet locked behind his back. She had both hands wrapped around his neck and was kissing him hard. When Sally looked at Brian, she could only see one hand holding Michelle. His other hand was...
What was he doing? Was he...? Oh, the dirty bastard! It looked like he was fingering Michelle right there, in the corner of Cathy's basement, in everyone's plain sight.
Sally looked a bit closer, and there she could see his hand, buried deep between Michelle's thighs, ever so slightly moving in sync with her rocking hips. She seemed to enjoy the attention she was getting, and she was moaning quietly into Brian's mouth between kisses.
Watching the two, Sally felt her heart beat faster, and her panties dampen. Her hand wandered down her body and she cupped her pussy over her tight jeans. It didn't take much pressure to stimulate her clit.
Her gentle rubbing of the thick denim sent jolts of pleasure through her body. Sally teased herself, trying not to stare too blatantly at the two lovers, who were busy with each other, completely oblivious of the fact they were being watched.
Michelle had moved one hand away from Brian's neck and massaged her ample chest, actually, she was playing with her nipples, teasing and pinching them as the boy underneath her continued to finger her snatch. She had her eyes closed, her hips rocking faster and faster. She seemed to be getting close.
It didn't take much longer, and Michelle's body convulsed ever so slightly. She collapsed into Brian, kissing him frantically.
As the pair regained their composure, it was time for Sally to get out before she'd get caught. She wasn't a second too early, and just as Sally had turned her back on them, Brian and Michelle got up and rushed upstairs. Sally followed them quietly. She wondered what they were up to and if she could catch another glimpse of them.
The pair slipped out the front door. Sally followed. They climbed into the cabin of Brian's beat up red pickup.
Sally hid behind the car that was parked next to the truck, her legs open, her hand on her pussy again, in anticipation of part two of this amazing spectacle, when she heard Brian start the truck and drive off.
Sally was a little disappointed. She would have loved to watch the two fuck in the truck.
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"Hey, stranger," Cathy said cockily when she finally found Jack. "It's really nice of you to make the time to come to my party. I hope you are enjoying yourself."
Jack was a little taken aback to find his best friend-girlfriend talk to him as if she hadn't seen him in ages. They had been talking to each other less than an hour ago.
"It's a great party, Cathy. But why..."
Cathy interrupted him quickly. Cocking her head slightly to one side, she said slowly and in a sultry voice, "I've really been looking forward to seeing you again, you know, Jack."
She touched his forearm and squeezed it lightly.
Jack still didn't get it. Why was she speaking in this phony voice? The way she pronounced his name was strange, too. Almost if she wanted to say "Jack-ee". And why was she touching him like this?
When he didn't answer straight away, Cathy added, "You know, I've been pestering Sally to ask you to come. It really means a lot to me having you here."
Suddenly, Jack understood. Cathy was playing with him. He decided to play along.
"Yeah, she's been all over me, begging me to go with her. I was wondering why she was so persistent. But seriously, I've been looking forward to seeing you again, too. How long has it been?" He was starting to enjoy her little game. He was curious to see how Cathy would respond.
"Gee, I don't know, Jack. I'm pretty sure it's been a year or so. Were you not at Kev's graduation party last year," she asked with a little bit of excitement in her voice.
"Kev? Oh, you mean Kev Weller? I was. I didn't know you were there, too. I would have loved to talk to you."
"Oh, you did, Jack. Don't you remember? Singing the National Anthem backwards? It was hilarious."
"I don't remember any of that, Cathy. How drunk was I?"
"You were really drunk, Jack. Do you remember doing your party trick? Oh, I felt really sorry for you when Tom emptied the glass of water over your head. Everybody laughed at you."
"Did anything else happen that day, Cathy," Jack asked quietly, as if he was afraid of more embarrassing revelations.
"We danced. They played this amazing slow song, and you grabbed me and pulled me into a slow dance."
"I hope you didn't mind, Cathy?"
"Oh no, I didn't, Jack. Not at all. I actually quite enjoyed it. It was nice to dance with you."
Jack had gotten hard during the dance, and Cathy remembered feeling Jack's dick pressing hard against her stomach. She had really enjoyed that part. In fact, the memory of it had served her well, too. It had become of her favorite scenes to get off to.
