After the Party

After the Party

by Jonathan Eddington

The party had been great, the typical college thing. Lots of booze, lots of dancing, and lots of guys trying to get off with the girls, but not me. I am madly in love with my guy, Jim, and will do anything for him, and he for me. That was how I had ended up at this party. I was supposed to be grounded after getting drunk last Friday with some of my mates, then staggering home and throwing up on the living room carpet before passing out. My parents had been livid to get up in the morning to find me lying there!

Even though I was grounded, Jim could still get hold of me through my friends. He went to a different college, and I did not see him unless we met up. So when my best friend told me there was a party at Colin's on Saturday as his parents were away and that Jim was going with his mates, I knew I had to go.

Saturday night came. My parents were watching tv downstairs. I slipped on a skirt & v-neck T-shirt combo that I knew Jim liked, and sneaked out the back door. He loved the way the top clung to my boobs and showed my cleavage and would be drooling over me all night.

Like I said, it was a typical college party, and as the booze flowed the level of horniness raised. New couples were kissing and caressing, those like me and Jim were fondling and groping, and a few were taking advantage of the empty bedrooms. I had tried to get Jim upstairs, but he said it would be too risky in case someone came in and saw us. But I knew from past experience that when it was dark and after a few beers then it was a whole different ball game...

It is now about four in the morning. The music has stopped, the lights are out, and judging by the sounds and the little I can see through the semi-darkness, everyone else is asleep. There are three more lads and two girls also in here lying in positions that indicate some definite intimacy between one couple. His pants are undone, her top gone and bra not fastened. Did they have fun when I was asleep, or drunkly doze off not realising their state of undress? Either way it is giving me ideas. Looking at the other sofa I can see my best friend Cathy's head in her boyfriend's crotch. Lee would be so hard if he knew, as she told me she rarely gives him a blow job!

Jim is lying kind of across the sofa and I am leaning on him. Judging by the slow, steady way his chest is rising and falling beneath my head he is still asleep. In the past Jim has mentioned how he would like to be woken by me giving him a blowjob. Now is my chance to give him his fantasy...

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