Maybe the pointy shoe is on the other foot

You enter the lift with Sam and admire the two of you in the mirrored walls. Sams hands slide down to caress your arse through the thin material of your dress arousing pleasurable sensations as he gently strokes your pert cheeks. Your hand slides down to rest on his strong thighs as you absent mindedly feel the bunched muscles.

All too soon the doors slide open and the deafening boom of the loud party engulfs you. The whole ground floor seems to have been given over to Rachel Turners party with banners and flashing lights everywhere. You look out over a seething mass of 2-300 guys wearing tuxedos and girls wearing gorgeous fmdresses in every colour imaginable. Everyone seems to be dancing and you see a live band on a small stage giving it their all.

Suddenly there is a loud shriek and you are almost knocked off your dainty heels as Gwen launches herself at you and wraps her arms around you, covering your face in kisses. “What a fucking blast”! She shrieks swigging from a glass half full of sticky and brightly coloured liquid. “Come over and have a seat while the boys go and get us some more booze” Gwen drawls as she starts to drag you towards a booth off the dance floor. You realise that she seems half way to being legless.

Sam enquires about what drink you would like and you just stop yourself ordering a bottle of beer. A pretty girl like you needs something a little more refined. You end up ordering a tall mojito and follow your sister to the booth.

You sit and cross your stockinged legs, noticing the admiring looks of a number of guys (and even a few girls) as the slit of your dress shows a wonderful expanse of teen thigh covered in sheer nylon. Gwen leans forward and slides her hand onto your knee. “Fuck this music makes me hot. So many prime specimens bouncing and throwing themselves around. Mind you my pussy is still sore from our adventures this afternoon. How’s yours doing”? She enquires as her hand slips higher up your thigh.

You take a moment to admire Gwen as she sits there in a stunning mid thigh dress and sheer black stockings. One of her unbelievably high heels drums on the floor to the pulsating beat. “I feel well and truly serviced thank you very much”. You say tilting your head with a flirty smile. “Mind you I am ready for some more action. My pussy feels primed and ready to go”! Your words are cut off as Gwen’s fingers reach your panties and gently caress the lace. You are lost in clamping your thighs around her hand when you are disturbed by a looming shadow. You look up into the evil eyes of Katie.

“What the fuck are you two ugly dykes doing? Can’t you get any proper men to fuck you”? She sneers with one hand resting on her hip.

“Fuck off you frigid bitch. You’re just jealous that no-one as gorgeous as this girl would ever want you near her” Gwen snarls.

“You watch it slag, watch it both of you. You watch your backs. I am going to have some fun tonight with twats like you and the two Brothers Dim over there. You should have stayed at home fiddling with your warty cunts and little dicks” Katie whispers as she spins on her heels and saunters away without another word.

You watch Katie stride away and can’t believe that she still has the power to turn you on, even though you do not currently have a cock between your legs. Your musing is disturbed as Gwen drains her drink and drags you onto the dance floor shrieking “don’t let that poisonous bitch get you down. I came here to PARTYYY”!

You are soon lost in the music and are amazed that somehow your tight teen body has found rhythm as you gyrate and throw your body around on your heels. Before you know it You are dancing with Gwen as you writhe together rubbing your crotch up and down her thigh, your heels firmly planted and your thighs apart. Gwen’s hands roam up and down your sides, thighs and back and you throw your head back, loving the feelings coursing through you. You feel like every nerve ending is alive and your panties seem to be drenched from the rubbing and grinding. Suddenly you feel a hardness rubbing against your arse and you spin to see Sam grinding against you. You wrap your arms around his shoulders and press your lips to his. You are soon writhing together while your tongues dance against each other. You moan and run your hands down to clutch Sams arse while his hands roam all over your sheer dress.

You continue clutching Sam for three or four songs feeling his huge cock rubbing against your hip and then notice Katie shooting daggers at you from a nearby booth. Suddenly Gwen grabs you and drags you off in the direction of the toilets slurring something about fixing her lippie. You follow and notice Katie call over a couple of big beefy guys before the three of them head in the same direction of you and Gwen.