Tom's new apartment is absolutely incredible. A 10th story unit with a balcony overlooking the NYC skyline from Hoboken makes for a great setting. My best friend has done well for himself with the new digs, and after 6 months he finally decided to have some guests over. The place isn't huge, but large enough for about 20 people to comfortably socialize. Tom keeps to himself for the most part and is always too busy to hang out, but we have a great time when we get together. Every once in a while he steps out of his hole and throws a party like this.
The party has more people than I would have expected considering Tom's lack of social interaction. There are a few people I recognized from high school. The rest are a diverse bunch that must be from his college or work. I always enjoy catching up with people from my past and this party has been no exception. It is great to hear that people are doing well, or that they've been into some crazy shit that I could not imagine doing. Like Alex, who took a one way ticket to Vietnam and just started working on farms, while exploring the country for 2 years.
No party is worth attending without some females to mingle with. Tom is a bit shy with the ladies, making me worry that his party may be lacking the eye candy I was looking for, but I was pleasantly surprised to see a fair 50/50 split of men and women. While the men were evenly spread throughout the apartment buried in various conversations, the women were gathered in 2 distinct groups. One in the kitchen and one in the main room by the balcony windows. Both groups had distinctly different, yet had individually homogenous fashion senses denoting that they were with their friend group.
The group of girls in the kitchen had a somewhat hipster appearance. Sporting looser fitting clothes with more earthy tones and throwback patterns. A couple girls had brown lace up boots with a long skirt and mom jeans respectively. A few wore casual lace up shoes and varying bottoms. None were particularly unattractive, but none were eye catchingly gorgeous.
The other group was significantly more glamorous and quickly held my attention. Much more my type. For such a cold night, there was a collective lack of clothing that the group had on. A few in ultra short skirts, some in crop tops, all in something skin tight. But one of the girls absolutely stole my attention. She had big hair and clearly a personality to match as she was the life of the conversation.
I asked Tom who she was and he was not exactly sure. He knew she was a friend of his co-worker Ashley. He could not recall her name from their initial introduction, but he did mention that she had not stopped talking since she arrived.
She stood at about average height for the group, maybe 5'4", but her heeled boots gave her quite a boost. Her hair was very long, black, and thick, expertly curled and maintained without a strand out of place. Large hoop earrings poked out though the locks that framed her face. Her skin was not overly tan, but she was definitely of some Mediterranean descent. Her dark eyebrows were flawlessly maintained to accentuate her cat like green eyes. Despite the darkness of her look, she was incredibly expressive and a slight smile was the minimum expression on her face.
Her outfit was slightly too small for her thick frame, yet she looked amazing; oozing confidence and sexuality, far from a dainty model. A black leather jacket that would have provided more modesty hung on the chair behind her, but she stood confidently, holding court amongst her friends solely in a black tube top. The top contained her large but not overbearing tits, and ended just above her navel that was pierced by a diamond belly ring with two simple dangling diamonds. Her belly was far from defined and was ever so slightly constricted by her skin tight jeans. Her waist was not too slim, but just smaller than her large ass that sat below a beautiful curve in her low back. The look was completed with a pair of tall, smooth, leather boots where the front rose over her knee and the back ended just below. The spiked heels were at least 3 to 4 inches, boosting her naturally short frame to a normal height.
I had to have her.
I signaled to Tom that I needed an introduction to the group and he obviously had no issue facilitating a conversation. The girls were approachable as a whole, and were super easy to talk to. Even upon introduction, there was a connection between myself and the stunning woman that I now know as Jamie. She was clearly not scared of eye contact. Her green eyes sucked me in making it hard to not jump her bones on the spot. She was forward, leading the conversation by asking about my job in private equity. Never feigning interest and never losing a smile, she listened to my bullshit long enough that I was able to ask about her.
She is a nurse who works long hours but gets a few days off per week. She seems caring, but definitely has a slight crazy streak that is most likely a prerequisite to sign up for that job. Her manner of speech was bubbly and flirtatious. It was hard to keep my mind from straying to her animated personality evolving into a wild temptress riding my cock. Even our non-important conversation had us both drawn in, minus my imagination running wild. It was as if we were isolated from the rest of the room.
Suddenly her friend called to her, "Jamie, we're heading out. Want to go to Cabana?" Jamie looked me in the eyes with a combination of longing and deliberation. Of course I wanted her to stay, but it was unlikely that she would stay here alone with a guy she met only five minutes ago. I sensed her hesitation and decided to give the situation a push.
"Cabana is a great time. Maybe I'll see you there. Here put your number in my phone."
Her soft and sexual smile said thank you, and I was convinced that this was not the last time we would meet. She entered her number and we hugged while saying goodbye. I brushed my hand across her lower back just above her jeans hoping to cause some excitement. As she reached for her jacket, she looked back at me with a smirk eluding to my success.
And like that, the group of hot girls were gone and it was back to a room full of horny, late 20 year old men, and a bunch of bland hipster chicks. I figured I should pick up my drinking pace if this night was going to get any more entertaining. I shared some relatively useless conversations that became harder and harder to remember as a put down a few more drinks.
We eventually decided to head out to a bar, and that was the last thing I remember.
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The sun is in my eyes and I am clearly not at my condo. Where the hell am I? I think I hear my pulse. This headache is horrific. Why is my cock hard as fuck? And why am I naked?
I rolled to my right side to face away from the back of the couch, and slowly opened my eyes. Thank god this is Tom's apartment. I guess I came home with him last night. Now I need to figure out why I'm naked.
Jesus. Standing up from this couch is awful. I'm sunk so far in. My head is pounding. Getting up is not helping. Fuck.
Where are my clothes? I'm naked, but no clothes. This is so confusing. Well, it's not like Tom hasn't seen me naked before, let's explore.
I stood up and walked around the corner, barely being able to see 5 feet in front of me with the morning crust in my eyes. I entered his room while rubbing my eyes.
