Casey drags a nervous Helen along to her friend’s saucy Ann Summers sex toy party. However, as the evening heats up and the all female guests consume more and more wine, they crack open the naughty paraphernalia and put the array of toys to good use!
EXCERPT:
When the night finally arrived, Casey hurried to my apartment from work and hastily got changed into her casual white crop top with a scruffy checkered shirt over the top and a pair of skinny black jeans. I’d been waiting for her to arrive, taking a long shower during which I made extensive and improper use of the powerful, gushing hot water. She’d come in just as I was about to reach a climax, and then as she ran a glass of water from the kitchen tap the shower turned icy cold, leaving me dangling on the edge of an orgasm. Not wanting to sound like a total pervert cumming in the bathroom like some sex crazed animal, I got out without achieving a climax and went to greet her with a towel wrapped around my body. I went and got dressed while she grabbed something to eat, finally stepping back out into the living room to a parade of mocking whoops and hollers. I had donned a mundane navy blue jumper with horizontal silver stripes with a regular pair of trousers – I couldn’t have looked more ordinary if I tried.
“You said it wasn’t going to be fancy!” I said with my foot already halfway back inside the bedroom to change again.
“I’m just teasing!” she cried, bolting over to my side, “You look fine!”
Even after the many months we had been together, her eyes still lit up at the mere sight of my large bulging cleavage. She stood next to me with her fingers creeping up over my stomach to my breasts, and if I’d allowed her she probably would have forgotten all about the party and simply retreated to the bedroom for some steamy fun. She was a little surprised when I insisted that we call a cab, as I’d been more than a little pessimistic about the meeting ever since she mentioned it. She relented and went into the bedroom to spray on a little perfume while I dialed for a taxi, and half an hour later we were on the back seat of a car and almost at Tiffany’s house. I hadn’t realized she lived in the posh part of town, and as we passed by the neighboring houses our eyes were glittering with the reflection of the brightly colored sports cars and humvees littering the driveways. When we finally arrived at her house we saw that all of the parking spaces on her driveway were taken by her guests, and the number of cars filled me with trepidation all over again. Casey paid the driver and then took my hand to lead me up to the door. We could already hear the beat of the music and the eruptions of cackling female voices coming from inside, but with a steadying gulp and a deep breath I conjured my strength and marched up to the door with her.
We rang the bell and Tiffany immediately sprang to the door, flinging her arms open to hug Casey tightly as if she hadn’t seen her for years. She continued on to me, embracing me somewhat more softly but still making sure to kiss me on both cheeks. From the smell of alcohol on her breath I could tell she’d started the party long before we’d arrived, and as she led us inside I realized that she wasn’t alone in her merry state. Her front room was massive, with three connected sofas stretching around the middle of the room in two right angles. The mid-section was facing an elaborate fireplace on the wall surrounded by a fine marble mantle piece. Thankfully, the fire was roaring and I quickly heated up after being in the chilly winter air outside. It was white leather and there was barely a free seat on the whole thing. The entire house was lavishly decorated in modern art works and abstract looking ornaments scattered around the shelves, maintaining a clean, crisp aesthetic that gave me more than a few ideas about how to reinvigorate my own apartment. Tiffany foisted a pair of nearly overflowing glasses of white wine into our hands and guides us over to the couch, where everyone was waiting to begin. There were about ten other women in total, comprising every combination of hair colors and styles, a few foreign ethnicities (there was a particularly cute Korean girl sitting directly opposite us as we took a seat on the edge of the sofa) and ages ranging from practically fresh out of high school to, somewhat depressingly, my age.
The only person close to my maturity was Andrea, who was perched dead centre on the mid-section of the couch, fully distracted by the drunken ramblings of the two women either side of her. She looked incredible in her cream colored hi-lo top and mini skirt, with her short blonde hair and never-ending slinky neck that led down to her immaculate cleavage. As we sat there chatting and waiting for Tiffany to start the proceedings, I couldn’t help but glance over at her slender crossed legs and wish they were wrapped around my waist. I noticed more than a few discarded empty bottles of wine littered about the sides of the floor, and as Tiffany gradually carted in the boxes of paraphernalia I realized I’d already polished off most of my excessive full glass too. Casey went to get me a top up and I started to chat with a charming couple of girls to my left, constantly peering over at Andrea in the hopes she would spot me. Finally, as Casey returned from the kitchen, I got what I’d been hoping for – a brief but lingering glance across at me that turned to an appreciative smile. I don’t think she’d noticed me until that point, but now that I was on her radar she could hardly stop herself from looking at me.
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