Stick around and clean up

You do love hanging out with your new posse of girlfriends, but getting invited back to more of these parties is important to you. You thought you were pretty popular as a guy, but you've never felt the electric thrill of being the smoking hot girl mixing drinks and smiling at all the boys. You had to visit the bathroom to wipe away your juices more than once - it was that or let your girl cum start dripping down your thighs. Being so desirable was like a **** and you loved the high.

Trish is still mildly toasted and more suggestible than usual. At first she does like the idea of following Zoey and the others but as soon as she sees Paula bend down to pick up a cooler than needs moving she's suddenly on board with staying. You no longer worry about Trish's roving eyes. For one thing you know that she cares deeply about you, no matter who she checks out. As for the other thing, you spend a moment lost in thought, daydreaming about giving Paula a french kiss while Trish sinks the last few inches of her shaft into Paula's pussy.

It takes a little more than half an hour to clean things up, mainly because a few other people stick around and the many hands do make things go more quickly. As the clock hits half past midnight Rob and Sasha, the last pair of helpers apart from you and Trish, depart. That still leaves Mina and Danielle, two girls from St. Catherine's who couldn't hold their liquor and didn't have anyone to take them home, passed out on an L-shaped couch in the rec room, but neither of them is going to be good company.

"Well thanks a lot you guys," says Paula. She wraps her arms around you and Trish and adds "I hope you want to come back, cause you made a great impression."

"Aw, well... thanks," you mumble, struck with a sudden case of shyness. It's annoying - you're not a guy anymore, but when a pretty girl starts complementing you or being really nice you still get nervous and tongue tied. Of course, you're also still attracted to pretty girls, especially leggy redheads who like to hug people.

"Not that you have to go," says Nathan. "I know you two have been careful with your drinks to make sure you could drive home, but we figured on more than two wasted girls needing to stay the night. So if you want to stay the night there are plenty of beds."

"Yeah, stick around," says Paula. "I don't know about you, but I'm such a night owl. I'd wake up at two in the afternoon and stay up till dawn if I could."

The way he says it you get the feeling that Nathan has some ideas about who should sleep in which bed. A look at Trish suggests the same. Hell, you're even getting a vibe off of Paula - or is that your imagination? You're a bit nervous about how this is going to work out, but hey, you're already up the spout so what's the worst that could happen? Plus, you've talked to Trish about threesomes, dreamed and daydreamed about them... why waste what looks like a perfect opportunity.

For the next hour you end up sitting around playing a quick party game and drinking. When no one is watching you prepare a virgin drink for yourself, leaving you as the victor. Not hard when you're the only sober player left. Trish is trying to stay reasonably sober herself but she's constantly distracted by Paula, apparently the kind of girl who gets frisky, then warm, then strips off her shirt once she's having a good time.

Nathan also strips off his shirt, perhaps in solidarity with his sister or perhaps in the hopes that he can convince you or Trish decide to follow suit. You have to giggle at how he wiggles his eyebrows at the two of you as encouragement. I can't strip down to my bra with two people I just met, can I? you think nervously. But then you feel a hand slip around your side. It meets with its partner just below your belly button. Trish doesn't ask, she just slowly, seductively undoes your buttons from waist to collar. Or... maybe I can.

You look up at Nathan, imagining what thoughts would be running through your mind as a guy if one of the bombshells playing a party game with you decided to undress the other. Another thought that runs through your head is a question: Just how hard and how big is his cock right now? You look over to Paula and see the desire written all over her face. She's leaned back, curving her spine to put her concave tummy, frilly black bra and fantastically firm mounds on display. Fuck - she's so definitely bi!

Trish says, "This is such a great party," then kisses your neck as she slides your blouse off your shoulders, exposing your powder blue bra for all to see. You feel your nipples hardening and it's not the cool air doing it. If Trish wants this then two can play, you decide. You put your arms around Trish's stomach and start undoing the buttons on her silky black blouse. But when you've popped the last button you don't pull off her shirt. Instead you kiss her neck to distract her and reach up her back, unclasping her bra.

Trish sucks in a breath, but she doesn't stop you. With her shirt still on you slip the straps off her shoulders and remove the wisp-thin bra she was wearing underneath. "Such a naughty girl," she says with a wolfish grin, imitating Paula's pose so that her nipples poke up through the fabric of her blouse, now hanging open wide enough to expose her chest almost from nipple to perky nipple.

"Looks like we should have played strip poker," says Paula. She's all but purring. "Hey bro, which do you like better, no shirt or no bra?"

"Wow - I mean if you asked me before I would have said no shirt, but no bra is really something."

Trish grins at Nathan and runs her finger around one of her nipples. "No bra does make a couple of good points, hmmm?" He shifts his ass slightly, probably trying to find a bit more slack in the crotch of his pants. Trish smiles and says "The problem with strip poker is that everyone sits around at the end, all confused. Way better for a bunch of horny people to just look each other in the eye and head for the nearest free bed."

Paula cups her left breast in her hand, rubbing the silky black fabric of her bra. She bites her lip and looks back and forth between you and Trish, hungry. Nathan stands up and stretches, feet spread wide, showing off the hefty bulge in the front of his jeans.