My sincere thanks to visioneer who polished my story up with his editing!
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It was about as risqué as Jeanette had ever dressed. She wore a dark, floral pattern mini-dress that fell to just above her knees. She had considered wearing a bra, but since the dress had support built in, she opted to go bare. A garter belt supported darker than natural silk stockings, and, over the garters, she wore sexy and lacy dark panties that were little more than a G-string. She put on her tallest high heels, strappy shoes with over 4" inch spiked heels. She had her hair pulled back in a pony tail with a few strategically loose strands to frame her face. She preferred little makeup, but had put on mascara to make her eyelashes pop and eye shadow that accentuated her blue eyes.
It was rare for her to dress up, so most thought of her as a tomboy. Really, though, it was a matter of comfort. She did not want to put on a face every morning and make sure it stayed nice during the day. However, she had taken her last final and, frankly, feeling relieved, decided to dress up, go out, and meet people, especially guys. She had repressed her needs all semester, rebuffing the few who had hit on her. Now, she was ready to go out and socialize.
She walked slowly in the tall heels from the dorms to the bus that would take her across campus to the party. It was at a house rented by some seniors that occasionally visited her dorm. She barely knew them, but they had invited everyone that wanted to show up. By the time she walked the five blocks from the nearest bus stop, her feet were sore, but she knew she looked as good as she could. The party was in full swing, cars were parking over a block away. A large man sat on a stool at the entrance to the house and eyed her as she walked up.
"Still plenty of keg left," he said staring at her breasts and offering a plastic cup. "Five bucks for a cup."
She dug through her small clutch for five singles and took the cup. She hated beer, but did not want to protest. She could hear the loud music within and wanted to dance and have fun.
The place was busy, the crowd was dense, mostly college aged, a few older and a few maybe younger. The place was sporadically lit by strobe lights and a mirrored disco ball with multicolored lasers reflecting off it. The music was techno house dance music with a driving beat. Smiling to herself as she turned a few heads, she bumped and excused herself through the throng of people until she found the keg down in the basement.
The house was small, but there was enough room in the basement for a pool table and a foosball table. She carried her half cup of beer upstairs, making sure to leave a few lipstick marks around the edge so it looked like she had been drinking. She found a spot in the living room and danced with a small group of other young women who had no partners. Within a few songs her feet were sore. She was not used to wearing heels and the torturous things were too much. She made her way to the lone couch in the living room and leaned alongside it.
She scanned the people in the room and saw a few familiar faces, but no one she really knew. A young man next to her on the couch tapped her leg and looked up at her with a deer-in-the-headlights look that made her feel sympathy for him. He was out of place here. Probably an engineering, mathematics, or computer science major, she thought.
He was saying something, and, when she leaned down to hear, his eyes stayed on hers and not on her breasts threatening to spill over her dress.
"Do you want my spot?" he asked her.
She smiled and nodded. "Thanks. These shoes are killing me."
They exchanged places, and he crouched next to her so they were at the same level.
"It's a great party," he said.
"Yeah," she said with a smile. He was not bad looking, fairly tall with meat on his bones. She liked a man that was not thin. He had shortish hair parted on one side.
"Elwood." He offered his hand.
"Jeanette," she said, taking his hand in hers. His large, calloused hands enveloped hers with a firm grip she was sure could hurt if unleashed fully. She was certain that whatever he did to get through college involved using his hands.
They chatted for while and he shifted kneeling positions a few times. A pre-med major, he was nice and plain spoken. She sensed he was getting uncomfortable.
"Take your spot back," she said.
"No, it's okay."
"Would you care to dance, then?" she said with a smile.
"Umm, well, I don't really know how."
She climbed to her feet and grasped his hands and began to dance. "Just move to the beat. Whatever you do will be fine."
She was not an exceptional dancer by any means, but, smiling as he struggled to catch a beat, she pressed herself to him and guided him as best she could. Soon he had one hand on her hip and the other at the small of her back. She could feel his strength. She hadn't held a man this close for months, and her body yearned for more.
They danced through several songs. She held herself close to him, grinding into him at times, and, soon his hands moved downward until they were on her ass. She did not protest. Her feet grew sore again, and, when a spot opened up in the center of the couch, she led him to it.
Two hefty men were seated on the ends of the couch. The first was white, a blond with a few days growth of facial hair, and the other one a bit darker, Eastern European or perhaps Middle Eastern with a bushy mustache.
Jeannette and Elwood took the spot in the center of the couch, with her sitting across his lap sitting, one arm around his neck. He wrapped one arm behind her back and hip, the other he touched to her chin. He turned her head to kiss her, tenderly at first, but soon her mouth opened, inviting more and he obliged. She was sure her mouth tasted of beer, but didn't care as she could taste the beer on his as well. Feeling his cock beneath her, she squirmed and could feel it swelling through his clothing.
This was not the place she wanted to do this: loud, poorly lit, surrounded by drunken strangers. But her body was very eager, and she didn't object when Elwood turned so she was facing him with her knees along side of his legs, kneeling in his lap. Even though they were crowded between the men alongside them, Jeanette wrapped her arms around Elwood's neck and continued to make out, tongues entwined and exploring each other's mouth. His hands went low and under her skirt to explore her hips, ass, stockings, garters and panties. His fingers glided under the hem of her panties again and again, each time going further. Then, he lifted her a bit and his calloused fingers caressed forward and teased her labia.
Concerned, she looked over her shoulder at the drunken reverie. Okay, she thought. They would just play a little, and no one would notice. People were still dancing. One couple was making out against a wall. She noticed the blond man—Blondie, she decided—seated next to her was looking her up and down. She blushed, but the rush of blood to her face was lost to the darkness. She pulled her head back and pressed it to the other side of Elwood's, only to see the other man—Dusky, she decided—watching with interest as well.
She slid her hands down Elwood's chest, unbuttoned his pants, and pulled the hasp of his zipper downward. His fingers slid along her labia and breached the wetness within, only to withdraw and leave her yearning for more. He turned her so that her back was to him, her legs alongside of his. She watched him pull his pants down further, along with his underwear, freeing his erection. He was thick, and her eyes widened at his veiny girth. He pulled her onto him again and she felt his cock rubbing along the crack of her ass. He grew even thicker and longer after a few gyrations of her hips. More juices drooled into her panties.
"Do you have a condom?" he asked her.
She shook her head no, as she pressed her hips back to let his cock slide along the front of her panties, sending zings of pleasure to the primitive parts of her brain. She reached under her dress and slipped her panties down her silk-covered legs, then stood for a moment to step from them. Elwood grasped her hand and turned her again, so she was facing him, and pulled her astride his lap. Her knees were spread wide and pressing against Blondie and Dusky, who were watching her intently,
She could feel Elwood's hard cock between her legs. She kissed him again, opening her mouth and willing his tongue to come back, thankful when it did. She pressed herself to him, feeling his cock sliding along her sex, pressing her labia and swollen clitoris. She gyrated and squirmed in his lap, feeling her juices oozing onto him, spreading it along his shaft. Her need grew until she wanted him inside of her more than she feared the consequences. As long as he didn't come inside her, she told herself, she was willing to risk it.
She raised up and slid one of her hands down and wrapped her delicate fingers around the base of his cock to guide him to her entrance. When his cock splayed her labia, his hands tightened on her ass.
"What are you doing?" he asked, hesitantly.
