Lots of booze, lots of people

You step off the train, leaving Sarah and Kelly to recuperate as best they can. At least the former sure looked like she needed it... but you, on the other hand, somehow just feel rejuvenated. Sure, you could use a drink - but apart from that, you find that you have more energy now than when you stepped onto the platform less than an hour ago.

Trevor lives close to the stop, and you reach his place in no time. The house is already lively, full of guests, and really loud. His neighbours don't seem to mind - in fact, you recognise one of them walking over there with a sixpack. You thought you'd be early... well, if you are, this is going to be one hell of a blowout.

Moving inside, you say hi to some people smoking outside. You don't think you've seen them before, but you've been to Trev's parties many times, and you know you'll be meeting far too many new faces to remember them all anyway.

"Hey man! You're JUST in time!" you hear your friend shout just before you're caught in a bear hug.

Trevor releases you and grins widely. He's your age and height, muscular and with a slightly rough beard women seem to find irresistible. And he's one of your best mates. "I know you said you were getting better," he goes, "but, man, I'm still relieved to see you in person."

"Cheers," you laugh. "But really, don't worry. I'm here to party and then I'm going back to work next week."

"Cool, cool. Hey, I know tonnes of slutty chicks coming tonight. Just give me a sign and I'll hook you up, for real man."

You just laugh. It's not like you've ever really needed a wingman, and Travor knows it. In fact, he's worse than you are - everybody knows that he likes to fuck around. But he's honest about it and you've never heard anyone complain about him.

"Nah, I'm fine, thanks. BUT..."

"Yeah?"

"... is that pizza over there?"

"Ha-HAAA! Fuckin' A man, straight to the point. Yeah, yeah, I know what you like. Go grab a cold one in the fridge while you're at it. I'ma head out to greet some girls, man, they just keep getting hotter each year, or am I just getting older?"

Shaking your head as you hear him introduce himself to some giggling new arrivals, you get a slice on a paper dish and open up a beer. In fact, you get two and a hard cider, as you expect Trevor to come back in with the hottest bird in a minute. And, sure enough, you're just two bites in when he returns, arm around a blonde bombshell, no more than 20 or 21. She's obviously already very into him - perhaps she even came because of him.

"Hey, have you met my mate John? Y'know, he was in a car accident the other week, otherwise I'd ask him to bartend for me tonight. John, this is Molly."

You punch him, laughing. "Hi Molly, my pleasure."

"Hi John! Wow, that sounds serious. Are you alright?"

"Yeah yeah, don't worry about it. Trev's just exaggerating as usual. You shouldn't listen to anything he says, ever."

"Except," Trevor interrupts, "if I'm talking about how great I am in bed."

"Man, how would I know anything about that?!"

Molly giggles even more. Her large boobs jiggle as she does so. Man, they'd look amazing in a wet t-shirt contest.

"So I take it you two know each other pretty well?" she asks.

"Oh yeah," you reply quickly, before Trevor gets to respond first. "I pick up his erectile dysfunction pills for him every week so he doesn't have to get embarrassed about it." Your friend punches you back, and you playfully take it on the shoulder. "Seriously though, his family moved here when we were like... what, ten?"

"Eleven, I think."

"Right, eleven. So we go way back. And since he keeps losing bets for beer against me-" you hold up the bottle - "I guess I can put up with him for a while longer."

"Man, I fucking hate football," Trevor interjects.

"That's cool," Molly says, and you think she actually means it. "Oh hey, I think I hear my sister and her friends. Let's go say hi! I'll see you later tonight, I hope, John!"

"Sure, be happy to."

You watch Molly skipping away, cider in hand, with Trevor eyeing her luscious backside just a step behind her.

It does feel nice to be back in a familiar, normal, friendly environment. As the evening goes on, one beer turns to several, with a glass of red wine and a vodka cranberry thrown in for good measure. The weather is great, and the air is full of birdsong and sizzling grills - a delightful, very summery combination.

With no particular plan in mind, you just hang out here and there, getting to know new people and chat with old friends and acquaintances. It's the best non-sexual time you've had in quite some while.

That's when your phone buzzes. You pick it out of your pocket to find a surprise message from Janelle. It's a photo, captioned "Can't stop thinking about you... I want you here, here, and here."

She's half naked, bottomless with just a green shirt on, and lying on the side with one leg bent up in the air. Next to the words "here, here, and here" are three arrows leading to places that cannot really be misunderstood at all.

Your brain immediately alerts your cock, which promptly stands up. Of course, you can't just leave Janelle hanging... so you step aside to a corner of an empty room, unzip, turn the flash on and snap an image to send back. Trying to come up with the best text to accompany the snap, you look up, only to find out that you were not alone in the room after all.

In fact, three young women just walked through the door - and of course, the first thing they see is you sending a dick pic.

Oops.