Grab her ass

It wasn't like Peter at all to think about actually sexually harassing someone. Jessica often complained about the guys that did. She said that was a big reason that she liked him, that he respected her enough not to objectify her. It happened a lot by the amount she complained to him about it.

But tonight, Peter wasn't going to be that "nice guy" that always loses out. Like Jack always says, take life by the balls. That was his life motto that Peter learnt when on a smoke break with him. And with that in mind, he stepped forward and planted his free hand on her right butt cheek.

Peter had fantasised about slapping and touching and stroking his cock over that thick ass plenty of times. The touch was a mixture of firm and squishy. It was a blissful fraction of a second before Jessica screamed out loud "what the fuck". She turned around and slapped Peter.

"What the fuck was that? I thought you were different" she screamed at him, while he fell backward and onto the floor.

Peter felt bad, but he was also angry, because he felt led on. "You were asking for it" was all he managed to get out.

She was starting to **** and tear up. "Fuck you! Never talk to me again" she screamed, and ran into the house, slamming it behind her.

Jack came through the door, confused as to what was happening. He looked down at Peter.

"My man Pete!" he extended his arm and Peter grabbed it. "Nice of you to show up! What was that about?"

"Well" Peter looked up at Jack, noticeably much taller than he was. He looked up at his eyes and remembered who he was talking to, and wanted to not fuck this up. "She was leading me on, and I made a move. And then she slapped me." Peter finished.

"She's probably a slut bro. You can't win with them" Jack grinned "Karma alway's gets them." Peter felt relieved that he didn't make the wrong decision. Girls can't be friends with guys anyways. Peter felt good, as though he was getting closer to Jack, which was all that mattered to him right now. They both walked inside. Jack left to entertain other guests, leaving Peter to look around. The house was huge and had two stories.

On his right was the kitchen, where he could see his high school friends taking shots, drinking and talking. He recognised most of the people in the kitchen.

In the middle was a staircase. It was clear to him that upstairs was the goal of the night. It was quite early. There didn't seem to be any sounds or activity coming from up there.

Next to the staircase was a hallway, probably to the backyard. There were people standing in the hallway.

On his left was the living room, where a lot of the action was happening. People were crowding around a guy with a bag, probably with ****. There were others playing beer pong, and others sat around in a circle spinning a bottle. But he couldn't see anyone that he knew. He thought would be very weird to intrude.

He looked over at the kitchen, which was the most obvious thing to do. But on second glance, he noticed Jessica, mingling among his friends. That was going to be weird too.