I arrived at the party around 10:30 with a buddy of mine, Sean. I'd been away at school for a few months, so I was anxious to see my old high school friends. Its amazing high drastically our lives can change, yet we're still able to easily reestablish the bonds that we held in school.
Case and point would be Emily, who along with her three other roommates, was hosting this party in the townhouse they rented. The characteristics had always been there, but the freedom of college had really unleashed the freak inside of her. The girl who used to talk my ear off about editing the school yearbook and raising her SAT scores was now frequently educating me on the finer points of group sex, from the varying possible positions to the usefulness of whips, chains, and lubricants.
Yet, despite this radical new side which emerged, especially compared to my relatively conservative lifestyle, we never had trouble maintaining our friendship. This was probably due to our mutual decision (although I must admit that there were a couple of drunken nights when I questioned my side of the agreement) to keep it strictly platonic. We both gave our reasons, for her I was too strait laced and jockish. For me she was too wild and extreme with her pierced nose, tongue, nipples, and pussy, in addition to the various tattoos scattered over her body (Although I love the orchid on the small of her back). But despite my objections there was no way to deny that she was sexy. Not in the model perfect way, but in a truly sexual way, from the warmth emitted by her soft body, not chubby, but supple. Models are good to look at and be seen with, but bodies like Emily's are the ones made to fuck.
But those personal feelings were buried for the night, since Emily had made it clear that one of her roommates, Jaime, was perfect for me. I was a little hesitant at first, knowing Emily's usual social circle, but Emily assured me that I'd be more than pleased with her.
So naturally I scanned the crowd to see if I could pick out my reserved soul mate, but instead I immediately caught sight of Sarah, who easily stood out in any crowd. Sarah, depending on which day I talked to him, was either my best friend's current or former girlfriend. Despite the fact that Sarah and him had been in a relationship for almost four years, Nick had left to study abroad in Barcelona for a year with their situation up in the air. Nick suffered from the typical male delusion that he was a potential Casanova, and thus felt he should have nothing restricting his conquest of every legendary Iberian beauty who crossed his path. And from what he told me, even taking exaggeration into consideration, he was actually succeeding in his designs. Confidence can sure get you a lot in this world. Sarah is an example of it.
But the uncertainty went beyond the year spent apart. During the year before he left he had started doubting his relationship, and he claimed she had as well. Allegedly, both regretted the fact that they had missed fully experiencing the college fuck anyone and everyone lifestyle. And since their schools were two hundred miles apart, it wasn't as if being together had quelled that desire. Although I knew this concern to be true in Nick's case I had my doubts whether this was actually a shared view. Sarah was a bit of a control freak, and she managed to keep even Nick on a short leash. I can't count how many Friday and Saturday nights Nick either couldn't go out or had to leave early because Sarah needed to talk to him on the phone.
Then again who could blame him. Sarah is gorgeous, drop dead, give my left arm, slice of heaven, gorgeous. From top to bottom, starting with her lush brown hair, sparkling green eyes, full, round, all natural, mouthwatering breast, a slim waist, tight ass, firm legs, and even perfectly shaped feet with intricately painted toenails like cherries on top to complete the optical feast. Looking her over at that party I swear she looked better than I'd ever seen her before, then again this was the first time I'd seen her with Nick an ocean away. Of course I would never and have never attempted to steal any of my friend's girlfriends, not to mention my best friend's, but I've had more than a couple fantasies about fucking them, especially Sarah, especially in the kind of outfit she had on tonight. A blue halter top and a short black skirt which accentuated her body in all the right ways.
No doubt feeling my eyes all over her body, Sarah looked my way and gave me an excited smile as I walked over to her. There was always an undercurrent of attraction between Sarah and me, or at least in my mind. Both her and Emily playfully gave me complements about my athletic six foot body in front of Nick, who may have had the ego of an Adonis, but also had an average five foot eight, skinny, frame. Although everybody, even Nick laughed about it when ever it was brought up, judging from the slightly agitated way in which he sometimes mentioned it while drunk, I could tell that it bothered him, and maybe even that Sarah had said other things in private which intensified his jealousy. It probably didn't help that he often, despite my best efforts to conceal it, caught me admiring Sarah's body, but how could anyone not. Then again any man with a girlfriend like Sarah, no matter how big their ego, had to constantly view every other guy, even his best friend, as a potential competitor.
Sarah was talking to Emily and some of her friends, so as was custom I gave Emily a big hug first, then gave Sarah a tentative, you're my best friend's girlfriend type embrace. Its probably pretty clear by now that I'm a bit timid, in fact another common joke was that Nick and I had either switched bodies or brains, but I never wanted to be one of those creeps who drooled all over every pretty girl they got near.
"Its so good to see you, Emily just mentioned that you should be showing up, " Sarah excitedly greeted me.
"Its good to see you, how's everything going?" I replied matching Sarah's excitement in my own voice.
We went through the usual haven't seen you for a while conversation, but as we spoke I noticed that my earlier evaluation of Sarah looking especially alluring wasn't just due to the absence of Nick. First, there was her aroma, she always smelled great, but tonight that sweet fresh peach scent was noticeably stronger. Secondly, she usually wore little or no make up, or at least made it appear that way, but tonight you could tell she had actually spent some time on it, not to say it was excessive, in fact it was just right, bringing out every mesmerizing aspect of her face. Lastly, the way she looked into my eyes, her smile, the casual physical contact she created, hand touching my arm, fingers playfully poking my chest, were all flirtations which she had never expressed before. If I didn't know her better I would say she was out on the prowl, but I placed that thought out of my mind, all these things were probably just manifestations of being alone for four months, though I certainly didn't mind being the object of them.
Maybe noticing the attention I was giving Sarah, Emily stepped into the conversation, and openly, as to show Sarah as much as myself, pointed out Jaime across the room in the kitchen. From what I could see (Emily always keeps her parties dimly lit) Jaime was perfect for me, and probably every other guy at the party as well. She was a latina with shoulder length, black, wavy hair. Medium height, pretty face, a slender, but not fragile body, and what appeared to be a golden tan, which I absolutely love, especially in the dead of winter.
"Cute isn't she? You said you liked your women athletic, she used to be a runner, " added Emily with the self pleased look on her face that she always got when she played match maker.
"She doesn't have a boyfriend?, " sadly my mind was now conditioned to ask this question, especially when seeing an attractive female.
"No, she's only been living in the city a couple of months. And would that stop you anyway, you're such a pussy, " kidded Emily. "Come get a drink with me, I'll introduce you." With that she grabbed my hand and led me away from Sarah, who smiled, but what seemed to me to be an artificial one (my ego was running a little bit now).
Emily introduced me to Jaime, and I shook her hand confirming my earlier observations, in fact improving upon them as I noticed her full lips, and most of all her perfectly toned legs and round ass displayed as she turned to grab Emily and me a couple bottles of beer from the fridge. Emily caught my appraisal and nodded her head at me almost giggling seeing me drool. " Marcus here plans on going to law school as well, " introduced Emily.
"Oh really, do you know where you want to go?" asked Jaime as she smiled and handed a beer to me. With the conversation started Emily discreetly turned away to one of her other friends in the kitchen.
