Aaron

I turn to see Aaron standing there, an innocent look of concern on his face. I quickly let go of the base of the plug and allow the hem of my skirt to drop back into place, so that it's once again barely covering my pussy. I'm lucky I hadn't actually removed the toy yet, or there would be no way to hide it.

"I was just in the garden when you rushed past and you seemed anxious about something, so I thought I'd better come check on you." He explains.

"I'm fine." I say quickly.

I get the first waft of the smell of girlcum from my panties on the floor beneath me. We can't stay here or he'll notice it within seconds, and then he'll look down and see my nasty soiled knickers. That can't happen.

"Come with me." I add, trying to make it somewhere halfway between a request and a demand. Then I grab his hand and pull him away from the tree and back towards the rest of the partygoers on the lawn.

I'm now wearing an ultra short skirt with no underwear, and that damned vibrating buttplug is still inside of me. And I have no idea where I'm leading him.

Fuck fuck fuck this is bad.

I think I can hear the buzzing of the plug now that there's no fabric covering it. If anyone comes to close, they'll hear it. Especially outside where there's no music.

"Um, I think your phone is going off?" Aaron asks.

Yep, he can definitely hear it.

Where am I taking him?

My orgasm-addled brain has an idea. It's a bad idea, but there are no good ideas. I know I get Nasty Points for hiding up in my room alone during my party. But if I'm up there with a boy? Surely that's something that the app would be happy with. That's what the slut that it wants me to become would do.

"Seriously, I think that's your phone." Aaron repeats, as he follows me back indoors, and through the kitchen, allowing me to continue to hold his hand.

I hold back my desire to tell him to shut up and just speedily pull him through the house. Down the hallway, and up the stairs.

For the third time this evening, I spot Megan staring at me with **** displeasure. There's nothing I can do about that right now - I just have to ignore her and continue to bring Aaron with me to my bedroom door.

"What are we-" Aaron begins to ask. I interrupt him by pushing my mouth into his, my slightly cum-stained jugs pressing into his chest. The slut's method of shutting a guy up.

He immediately accepts my embrace, and what started with just a little snog is quickly turning into a deep French Kiss - he's pushed his tongue into my mouth and begin to explore it.

I've never considered Aaron as a potential partner before. He's just so plain and ordinary. He's not a douche, but he's not ever been particularly nice to me either. We're not friends, we just happened to sit next to each other in Latin. Still, it could be worse. And what with my heightened state of constant arousal and unending vaginal stimulation, I find myself leaning into the kiss, allowing his tongue to find my own and begin their wet sloppy dance.

I don't know how long we kiss for like that, just outside my door, where anyone could come up and discover us, but it feels like an age. I hate to admit it, but he's an excellent kisser. Or maybe I'm just too horny to be able to distinguish good from great.

The moment is ruined by gravity.

I'm not wearing underwear. My pussy is soaking wet. It was just a matter of time, I guess. Still, it's an awful feeling, having a sex toy suddenly slide out of me, with nothing I can do about it, because I'm given exactly zero time to react. It thuds to the ground, its noises now fully audible.

As anyone would, Aaron tries to pull back and see what's going on. I try to grab him and prevent him from escaping the kiss, but he's stronger.

"What in the world?" Aaron says with wonder and awe as he spots the object on the floor and tries to wrap his head around any possible explanation of how it got there.

Oh god. Here we go.

I open the door, and push him into my bedroom. Picking up the buttplug, I open my handbag and drop it in, before crossing the threshold into my room and closing the door behind me.

Aaron looks down. I look down. The plug is right there, vibrating away, on top of all the other objects in my open bag. I hadn't even intended to pick it up - that had happened automatically. Although now that I'm here, I realise that having a vibrating toy covered in pussy juice sitting on the floor outside my room would be rather suspicious.

Still, that puts me in a bit of a pickle right now. Because as I reach for the button on the bottom to turn it off, Aaron is able to see a lot of the other embarrassing things I'm carrying around with me in my handbag.

"Holy shit." He says, Double Penetration Divas staring back at him alongside two more big vibrators.

What is there to say? What can I say to make this situation any less humiliating? There's absolutely no way to reverse the fact that Aaron is now mentally labeling me as a complete and utter whore. A slutty whore who's just brought him to her bedroom and kissed him. And who was just moments ago wearing a vibrating butt plug without underwear.

A sex addicted nutcase who at this very moment, has just noticed the massive boner tenting his jeans.