Go? Let me warm up first. I need a drink.

Watching your best friend scarper to a dance floor littered with people he barely knew, you ran a hand through your hair and took a deep breath before asking, "Has anyone got a drink for us?"

Before you have a chance to even consider going to the bar, Samantha hands you a pint glass full of lager, "Figured you'd be a tad thirsty, drinking is all you seem to do when Danny comes to visit." She motions towards the dance floor, where Danny is already getting worked into a crowd. A small smile graces your lips.

Samantha also passes a glass of wine to Abby, the two of them became quick friends after you introduced them way-back-when. However, you also know that Abby harbours a small fantasy revolving around Samantha, and a small flush is apparent on her face when she accepts the glass.

Andrew chuckles at you as you drink your fair share of the your drink, before standing up, his muscled bulk moving beneath his suit. You notice Hayley squirm slightly and some other pointed looks from across the room directed at him. He looks over to you, "Another drink? I think it's still early to move onto spirits yet so..." he drifts off, before you nod in acknowledgement to him, and he makes his way to the bar. As he does so Samantha shuffles closer to you, the **** already apparent in her breath, whilst attempting to be subtle. While Abby speaks to Hayley _("How did you land such a man? I'm afraid he'd crush me!") _she leans in to whisper in your ear. "We missed you at the pre-drinks," she huskily whispers, "we were expecting you."

Feeling slightly flustered, you take a quick sip before replying, "I was held up with Danny, couldn't make it."

She grins, her hand moving up your thigh before reaching your groin, your cock becoming fully erect at her touch, still eager after seeing all the girls in hot dresses, "We maybe you could make it up to me. Here, or somewhere else."