Party

You can't get Bob out of your head the next morning. All you can think about is the way he made you cum. The way he handled your clit under his firm masculine grasp. Fuck - I'm hard again.

"I got bad news," Bob informs when you ring his doorbell.

"We don't have to cancel, do we?" You start to worry.

"Actually, I think we do - my parents just called, they said they're coming back tomorrow."

"Oh, no! So, that, like, means we can't play anymore?"

"Yeah. I mean your mom's always home, isn't she?"

"Yes," you sullenly nod. "Well how about we make our last day special?" You tug on his shirt.

"Actually," He swats your hand away, "I thought we would do something really special and host a party. I already called Mike and Tony."

"A party?"

"Yeah, and listen, I've got an idea," Bob begins, "how about you dress up for the party?"

"Like in a suit?"

"No, silly, in your dress."

"In front of our friends?!"

"No one will recognize you!"

"You don't know that!"

"Well, think of it as extra incentive to try hard."

"Yeah, but what's the point? I mean it's not like I lost a bet, is it?" You challenge him, playing hard to get.

"Oh, don't bother pretending. You know you enjoyed dressing up as much as I enjoyed fucking your brains out. See, there's the proof!" He laughs, pointing at your little stiffy.

You blush, but don't argue.

Bob insists that you dress up as you start cooking, though you're able to talk him out of wearing high heels for now. You send him to the store for ingredients while you start making the salads and marinating the meat. When he comes back you both cook everything together, with your friend even deferring to your judgement every now and then.

Bob heads outside when he hears a car pulling up, greeting your friends Mike and Tony. He introduces you as Veronica.

"Damn, Bob, you didn't tell us you there would be girls at the party!" Mike jokes.

"And you didn't even tell us that you had such a pretty friend!" Tony compliments, making you blush.

"Well, she's from out of state," Bob answers for you.

You start setting the table outside as Bob chills with your mates. Just as the oven dings that the food is ready, Bob's friend Jack pulls up the drive-way with two boys you've never seen before. They're called Chad and Eric. Jack dramatically kisses your hand when you're introduced, while Eric whistles at your ass.

"Hey, you should've told us there'd be girls here," Eric says to Jack, "Chad could've brought his."

"Hell, no!" Chad overhears, "Here I am just looking for excuses to get away from her!"

You laugh along with everyone else until you realize that it was supposed to be a guys only joke.

"Well, you guys arrived just in time! Lunch is ready!" You say as you ask Bob to help you bring out the food.

Before you know it the vodka is flowing, but today you insist that Bob open up a wine bottle for you. Everyone has a grand time, and you find yourself enjoying it much more that you had expected. When you're done eating, Bob wraps his arm over your shoulder, keeping you close, and you're surprised how natural you can act around such an audience. Still, excited as you are, you decide to try and stay as quiet as possible throughout the party, hoping no one will recognize you. It works great, with everyone thinking that you're just shy.

When Bob asks you to prepare some dinner, you're happy to oblige, even shooting down Tony's offer to help. By evening, the guys are pretty drunk and the conversation takes an interesting turn.

"No, Tony here is the one who fucked Angelina. Tell us about it Tones," Bob teases.

"What's there to tell? Sex is sex - the best thing ever. Not that any of you losers would know about it."

"Hey, I've had sex," Bob says defensively, "This girl here lets me when I'm on good behavior."

"Bob!" You blush politely.

"I wasn't talking to you, loser!"

You laugh along with everyone else, glad that the attention has been moved from you. Then you nervously fill up your wine glass again. Damn, I drank the whole bottle!

"I dunno about you guys, but I'm not feeling nothing." Mike says after a while. "Maybe we should go for another bottle?"

"Nah, mate, I'm feeling just fine," Bob holds out his steady hand to more laughter.

"Yeah, so am I," Tony says.

"Fucking party poopers. What about you guys?" Jack asks his friends.

"We're working tomorrow," Eric shakes his head, answering for the two of them.

"Shit," Jack turns to Mike, "Well, we can't split another bottle by two...."

With that said, the party disperses around half an hour later. You're so drunk you need to lean on Bob just to make your way over to the drive-way and wave everyone out.

"Hey!" Bob yells after Mike as he pretends to lose control and nearly knock over the mailbox. "Fucking cocksucker," he laughs as he turns around, helping you back inside.