Party

You cry for at least ten minutes in the bathroom, wondering how everything had come to this. It's my fault, you understand, It's not my place to question Bob.

When you feel more or less able, you leave the bathroom, keeping your eyes down as you walk downstairs.

"So, Veronica, I'm glad you came over today," A dressed Bob cheerily announces, as though nothing's just happened, "We're having a party today, so we need to get everything ready! And the first thing you need to do is to get dressed."

"Party?"

"Yep, you see my parents are coming home tomorrow, so I figured we should spend the last day with a huge party. So go on and dress up, you'll need to cook all the food!"

"Your parents are coming home tomorrow?"

"Yeah, now get dressed."

You takes your time getting dressed, processing what this means. If his parents are home, you can't play your game anymore. Does that mean no more sex? No, Bob promised me more cock sucking!

"All right," Your friend begins once you're all dolled up, "I don't have any food here, so you'll need to go shopping. Here's some money, make sure you get enough food. There'll be about six of us, maybe more. And that's for lunch and dinner."

You nod as you skulk into the car, still upset at your humiliation this morning. You drive over to the supermarket and get some meat and potatoes, as well as something for the salads and snacks. You feel proud of yourself at how you fool everyone into believing you're a girl. No, not fool - I am a girl now.

You come back to find Bob playing video games. "Oh, back so soon? I've been preheating the oven. Come on, get to work, the guys will be here in an hour."

You work alone, but just being in the same house as your friend improves your disposition. He forgave me, so I should just be a good girl and pretend nothing happened!

An hour later you hear a car pulling up, and Bob goes outside to greet 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 tell us that she's even more beautiful in person!" Tony compliments, making you blush. You realize that everyone coming to the party will have seen your nudes.

You start setting the table in the backyard as Bob chills with his mates. Just as the oven dings 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 cheek when you're introduced, while Eric discreetly grabs your ass. Your cock strains against its cage from all this attention you're getting.

"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. And that's when you realize how badly you overreacted yesterday. I had no proof Bob was sleeping around, I just made the worst assumption.

"Well, you guys arrived just in time! Lunch is ready!" You say as you graciously accept Tony's offer to help you carry out the food.

The vodka is flowing before you know it, but today you insist that Bob open up a wine bottle for you. Everyone has a grand time, and you can't help but check out all the shirtless guys with their provocative poses. When you're done eating, Bob wraps his arm over your shoulder, pulling you close, showing you off like a trophy. Your penis once more strains against its cage as you blush at all the looks you're getting. Still, excited as you are, you decide to try and stay as quiet as possible throughout the party, hoping no one will recognize the old you. It works great, with everyone thinking that you're just shy, maybe even a bit embarrassed about the pics. Thankfully, no one mentions them.

When Bob asks you to prepare some dinner, you're happy to oblige, once again gratefully accepting Tony's offer to help. Even though he's not acting remotely sexual, every little brush of skin on skin sends shock waves through your body. You soon find yourself stealing glances at his pants, wondering what he's packing.

The **** starts to take effect by evening, 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."

"Yeah, we know!" Jack exclaims and everyone starts laughing as you blush profusely.

Nervously, you 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?"

"Definitely," Bob holds out a shaking hand to more laughter. He turns to Tony: "Be a sport, go run down to Old Mike's for another."

"No way, fuck you guys you always make me go."

"Come on, you're the only one here who looks twenty-one!" Mike lies.

"And everyone else is too drunk," Chad adds.

"No way."

"I'll go with you, Tony," You say. You're not sure why you said it, whether you wanted to get away from all the other guys, whether you wanted some time alone with Tony, whether you wanted to stop the coming argument, or whether you just felt bad for him. But Bob seems to get rather upset, though he doesn't say anything in front of his friends.

It's when you stand up that you realize how drunk you really are. You slip before you even reach the sidewalk, and Tony has to catch you to stop you from falling.

"Woops!" You giggle at your clumsiness, "I think I need to take these off," Tony holds you steady as you take off your heels.

"Are you sure, Veronica? The sidewalk's pretty cold."

"Of course I'm sure! Unless you want to carry me!" You laugh at your own joke while your friend looks on in concern.

"Listen, I'll walk you back inside. You don't have to come with me."

"Awww, but I really want to!" You pout, pressing yourself closer.

"Well, alright, but only if you promise you're not uncomfortable."

"I promise!" You hold out your pinky.

"Here, let me carry those for you," Tony takes your high heels in one hand and holds you steady with the other.

You've sobered up a bit by the time you get back, which makes you all the more eager to start drinking again. And Tony bought a whole bottle of wine, just for you.

Soon it's not just you but everyone who is drunk, and the party comes to that point where everyone splits up into groups: Eric and Chad go outside for a smoke, Bob and Mike are talking in a corner while you and Tony are crashed on the couch playing Call of Duty. You excuse yourself to the bathroom after he kicks your ass thrice in a row.

As you open the door, you see Jack inside. He must have forgotten to lock the door, you think, and are about to close it when you notice that he's not using the toilet - instead, he's preparing a line of coke!

"Shit!" Jack curses as he pulls you inside, locking the door.

"Oh my God, what are you doing!?"

"Listen, I know this is awkward, but you can't tell Bob. You know how mad he'll get."

"Aww, don't worry, I won't tell him," You're feeling both horny and intimidated standing next to a shirtless guy in the same bathroom. Jack is completely ripped, you see, likely a result of the part time job he has in construction. After staring at his six-pack for a little bit your eyes travel down to his bulge before coming back to his eyes, which were watching you the whole time.

"So how about I draw you a line?" He asks.

"Hmmm, I dunno. I've never tried it before."

"Come on, there's a first time for everything.... You don't want me to get high all by my lonesome, do you?" He adds when he sees his first sentence didn't have much effect on you.

He's right, you really don't want him to get high all by himself. You kind of feel bad for him, him being the only junkie out of all his friends. It would be really nice of you to make him feel more comfortable.

But on the other hand, your clitty is fighting with it's cage again. You might not be able to control your lust if you accept his offer. But do I really care about that?