Holiday party threesome (First Time / Interracial)

I feel so out of place. Everyone around me is having a blast. Our CEO is partying like a rock star. But I'm invisible to men, socially awkward and look dressed for church. I'm rocking a loose skirt that goes down to my knees and hides the contours of my buttocks. No heels, because at almost six feet tall, I'd tower over men. But flats make my gut poof out and flatten my butt. A lose top covers and downplays my large, natural breasts. I need professional help on hair and makeup.

You're not in small town America anymore, Claire, you need to show more skin and curves to compete.

I recently lost 30 pounds and am at my ideal weight with a great body. But I'm conservative and not comfortable sexualizing my look. But the other women dressed sluttier and look great. I completely blew it!

A breeze wafts up my skirt, and my freshly shaved pussy breathes it in. I'm not wearing panties. My secret. One thing I can do to feel modern, empowered, or whatever. I've been so fucking horny lately.

I need to get laid.

Three months have gone by since I moved for my first job out of college, and I have yet to get any action. I feel like "virgin" is written on my forehead to scare off men.

I hit the open bar for a stiff drink to ease my social anxiety. But now I'm drinking alone.

Then I see you! We rarely interact at work, but we go to the same Baptist church. You're older at 27, and this is your first job out of the Marines.

I have a huge crush and keep hoping you'll ask me out. I took the bold step of emailing you after church one day, and that started many long exchanges about varied topics like religion or business. You take your time in your smart replies, and that makes me want you more. What guy does this when dating apps give a fast path for men like you to get laid? I suspect you like someone else, and I've landed in fried-zone.

But you're not with a girl tonight. Your "plus one" is a very handsome, tall black guy.

Holy shit.

I have a fantasy for black guys. I'd never tell a soul or actually do it. I come from a small town in the Midwest where interracial is still very taboo. But damn, seeing the two of you together, obviously close friends based on how you interact, will help me get off when I masturbate alone later!

I stare across the hotel courtyard. You meet my eyes and smile. I blush, embarrassed to be alone. Then a guy finally approaches. It's Mike, a drunk, overweight married guy in his forties from Accounting. He's in my personal space hitting on me. I look around for his wife to save me.

Then my hero shows up. "Claire!" you say with a big grin. "Give us a minute, okay," you tell Mike. You wedge yourself between us, and he gets the hint and walks off.

"Thanks for the save, Tanner," I say.

"Great to see you," you say, then come in for our first hug. I press my hidden breasts into you. I have a great rack and want to make sure you know it!

You introduce your mysterious, hot black guy friend. Deion knows you from the military. Of course I mash my tits into him as well when we hug. You're both fit, and I love the hard muscles against my body.

My bra is no match for my hardening nipples. Deion's downward gaze tips me off. I fold my arms over them, then see the giant bulge in his pants! I stare a second too long and look up, red-faced.

You are explaining to him how we email each other and have long conversations, and Deion is playfully mocking you saying you don't do that.

"With her I do," you say, and my heart melts. And just when I allow myself to dream that this might lead to something, you leave!

"I need to introduce Deion to some folks, will you excuse us, Claire? It's been great catching up," you say.

I get another drink and mingle. I feel a buzz and know I need to slow down. I burn with jealousy. You and Deion are the hottest guys here, and the women know it. Deion is tall, handsome, the only black guy here, and is being treated like a celebrity.

You glance my way twice, and I shyly look at my drink to act like I'm not staring. Then I see you flirt with Candy Waycaster, probably the hottest girl in our company. This is a big blow, because she has larger breasts than me even though she is short and petite. She jostles her body to make her rack jiggle and draw your attention in her revealing top. She has several tattoos, and her face is cute. She's single, and from the way you're looking at her, she's going to be in your bed while I masturbate. I can't compete with this.

Fuck this, I'm going home.

I pull out my phone to get an Uber. But I look up, and I see you and Deion walking towards me!

"Enjoying the party, Claire? Walk with us," you say, holding out your hand.

You steer me to a more private area in the courtyard.

We make small talk, mostly making fun of other people at the party. You both move closer. I can pick out your different scents. You shield me from any prying eyes in the party, and I let my arms down and let those pesky nipples poke through for you. But you gentlemen ignore my headlights with confident eye contact. I relax and open up. Then you touch my shoulder and trace a finger down the sensitive skin on the inside of my bare arm.

"Claire, Deion and I would like to extend you an invitation," you say. "Be our guest for the evening at my place. For a threesome." You grin, finally glance at my headlights, then back up at my eyes.

One of my drunk coworkers drops his glass, it shatters, and he stumbles.

I'm speechless. I stare at you with my mouth open, your finger still on my arm. Deion tucks a strand of hair behind my ear, sending goose flesh up that side too. Cool air wafts up my skirt again, and my pussy is wet. I shiver with excitement. My nipples tighten and firm up more. Then I get ahold of myself and scoff. I'm grinning huge though like an idiot. I scoff again. "Sex?" I ask, too loud. I shout-whisper. "With both of you?!"

"Yes, love," Deion answers with a cocky grin.

"Oh my God!" I scoff again.

"Claire, I know this isn't an offer you would normally entertain," you say. "Your reputation is safe. We guarantee discretion. Nobody besides us ever needs to know."

"Yeah, we go to the same church, Tanner!" I blurt out. "Where this kind of stuff is discouraged." I'm still grinning like a fool.

"True," you say, "But I promise you, you will have the most fun you've ever had. Come with us."

My body's urges betray me. I want this! But this is a gigantic violation of my morals. "What if I go and then chicken out?" I regret the question instantly but can't stop smiling. They know they have me now. "Seriously. I'm a good girl. I think."

I chuckle, you both laugh, then you say, "It's very low pressure." Deion nods agreement. "You will be shown tremendous respect. If you're not comfortable with anything, we stop immediately and just enjoy the company. And if we do go, you know, all the way, we'll use condoms and have safe sex."

I only came close to sex once, in college in a moment of weakness when I got drunk for the second time. If I'd had or been offered protection, I wouldn't be a virgin. And I'm ten times more horny tonight.

"Oh my God," I say again, waffling.

"What do you say, love?" Deion asks.

There are so many reasons I should decline. I'm a good Baptist who shouldn't have pre-marital intercourse, let alone threesomes! I have a huge crush on you and want to be your girlfriend. Letting you and your friend share me doesn't make me relationship material. You'll get the pussy with no commitment, +2 my body count, then leave me even more single tomorrow.

One night. That's it. Probably the best night of my life. And right now I feel like the only 23 year-old virgin on earth.

I'm looking down as I think. Deion's crotch is bigger. He's getting hard for me! I look up, past you two and see Candy, but this time the sexpot is alone and looking at us, at me, with jealousy. I love it. Somehow with this ridiculous request, you two have managed to make me feel like the sexiest and luckiest girl on earth.

"Okay. I'm in."