“So me and my boyfriend were at a friend’s house party, their parents were away so my friend decided to throw this big party.” Felicity talks slowly, smiling as she recalls the evening.
“And well, I got a little drunk and my boyfriend took me upstairs to one of the bedrooms where we’d all dumped our coats and stuff. I was wearing a short skirt as well, and whilst we were snogging on the bed, he somehow pulled my knickers down and off.” Felicity can feel her cheeks burning red as she tells him the sordid details, but even as she feels such embarrassment, she knows she wants to tell him everything, hoping it will get him aroused and want her more.
“He just dropped his jeans to his knees and got my skirt up round my waist, somehow managed to get a condom on and fucked me on my back. Think he lasted about thirty seconds” she laughs at the memory of how fast he had cum in her.
“So how did you end up without knickers going home then?” he enquires, which she agrees is more than a fair question to ask now.
“So after he’d cum and rolled off me, someone knocked on the door, so we quickly had to get up and pretend we were just collecting our coats. And we couldn’t see my knickers anywhere. So we grabbed our coats instead and got out the room and left.”
“And did those knickers ever turn up?” he asks as he relaxes his hand on her shoulder, finally letting her push herself back up, her legs stiff from the crouching.
“Oh God, no, and I can never ask my friend about it, so I do always wonder if they were found before her parents got home the next week. Imagine if they’d found them.” As she finishes, she is standing facing him again, and is pleased to see his smile.
“A much naughtier girl than I ever imagined” he tells her. “So you walked home in a short skirt without knickers. At least tonight you’re in a longer dress, less likely to be noticed. So, should I send you home having been fucked first though Flis?”
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