The eight of us had a party that same night. It was a very tame party by all measures of the term. Although I had been allowed some leeway on alcohol intake for the weekend I was aware that getting totally smashed would probably not be the greatest idea. Everything is tracked, everything is on CCTV and the power of AI search algorithms means that if I end up pissed, swaying down the road, singing badly and making a show of myself it will hit the press at some point in the future if I make it even half big. That was not the main reason for not drinking a lot though. I ordered myself a vodka and diet coke and almost had an orgasm at the anticipation of it.
It had been months since I had had a drink and I was so looking forward to this. I just didn't enjoy it, I sipped at it and appreciated the social aspect of having a drink with seven other peers, but the actual drink itself just wasn't hitting the spot. The first one morphed my alcohol level from solid green to a muddied green/amber and the second one tipped me firmly into amber. The monitoring had been relaxed, it didn't matter, but it did make you think. 12 months ago I would have drunk two vodka and diet cokes in the taxi just going to the bar. Followed by a stupid amount when there and a few shot chasers for the hell of it as well. Tonight was not one of those nights though.
We had all gone all out though with the preparation. We were all dressed to kill and every single one of us looked stunning. It was the first time that I had shopped for clothes for months and I went all out. I was now assisted by AI, which did involve more nudity, but it was at least in the privacy of a secure changing room. Give it the parameters, strip naked, hold your arms out to the side for a full 360-degree exposure and after a few seconds look through the options provided. It gave me dresses, skirts, tops, all-in-one suits and every other item you could imagine. I narrowed it down to dresses and a selection was brought to the changing room by assistants. It was a very high-end place that we were shopping in. Fuck it, I had a lot to celebrate and had a shit load of cash for the first time in my life. I did feel a bit guilty, this frivolity would likely pay the bills for a month or two, but it was a one-off. That is what I told myself anyway.
I selected an awesome-looking black dress. Super sexy and so cute. It showed a lot of leg and a decent amount of chest for what I had anyway and yet still managed to be classy. I got the footwear options and selected some six-inch stiletto heels. Underwear options were limited. It didn't even offer a bra option which was not an issue, the dress had some support and I didn't need any anyway. The only panties option though was what was called a c-string. The dress was too tight and figure-hugging to allow any sort of waistband, at least without detracting from the lines of the dress and if I am paying this much, I am getting the maximum visual from it. I suggested no underwear to the AI and after a few seconds delay it came back with a 14% chance of what it deemed an "error of serious wardrobe function."
I grinned at the way that it was worded, that was a very polite way of saying, if you don't wear panties there is a 14% chance someone will see your pussy. I deemed that was a low enough risk, although I did silently acknowledge the detriment to the classiness by not wearing any underwear. It did add to the sexiness though, who doesn't like a girl in a fairly short expensive dress with nothing on underneath it? The dress, shoes and clutch purse that was so small it could barely fit lipstick in it came to 900 credits. I know. The pretentiousness of that was not lost on me. It did look awesome though and by extension I felt like a million credits, so looking at it that way I had saved 999,100 credits and so it was a bargain.
The night was a flop though when it comes to a party. It was awesome and the atmosphere was sensational. It was 6 months' worth of tension and stress being released. It was not loud, or unruly, it was a true celebration. Saying that though, we were back at the accommodation by half 10. We rattled around the place now, it could hold 100 and we were just eight. We sat together on various sofas though and chatted. We got to know each other better in the next couple of hours than we had done in the previous 6 months. No, not in that way. The clothes stayed on and as the chair rotation continued through the night as we took it in turns to get soft drinks we eventually settled down. I ended up sitting with Darren, my legs were draped over his legs and he was casually stroking my bare knees and shins. Nothing sexual, it was about as far away from sexy as you can get, as a girl we have a lot of erogenous zones if you care to do your research, but knees are not one of them. Not one of mine anyway.
I had stopped sleeping with him since Hanna had left. It kind of just petered out. The only reason I was was because I didn't want to lay in the bunk underneath my best mate as she got her brains fucked out of her skull. That sounds really bad and I know it does, but he was handy and he was just a tool to scratch that particular itch at the time. I had a room to myself after Hanna left, I can make myself cum alone without the extra mess of his cum in me, or all over me. I did miss him though, well no, that is not totally true, I miss sex and he was really good at sex. Call me whatever you want with that statement, that was the truth though.
Abi had excused herself, she had gone to ring her family and hadn't come back, she was looking a bit pale so I assumed that she had gone to bed. It was a lot of stress relief and when you let your tension go it can just switch from pressure to overly tired. Jenny was sitting on a sofa sucking the face off Steve and Stacey was in real danger of being the filling in a sandwich. She was sitting on the sofa kissing Dave while Martin was behind her giving her a shoulder massage. She had been notoriously teasey though. Every guy loves a chase and the unattainable challenge of getting into a girl's pants who had never given it out. I would be staggered if she went to bed with either of them, never mind the pair of them. If it hadn't been for nudity in the gym I would suspect her of hiding something anatomically embarrassing. On the times she has had to get naked though she was very sexy and everything was where you would expect. She was just a prick tease, she got off on the chase and the power that she had more than physical sex. I am surmising, I haven't asked her why she does it.
I looked at Darren who looked back at me and I smiled. I shifted myself around on the sofa and kissed him. He was a little surprised, but he didn't complain, he kissed me back. After a few moments, his hand dropped to my thigh and then the top of my thigh as he slowly edged higher. I opened my legs slightly for him and felt his gentle touch between my legs. "Fucking hell," he mumbled to himself as he discovered my lack of underwear and stroked my pussy.
I didn't say anything, I just kept my legs as closed as I could to maintain a shred of dignity while he fingered me. The only sounds I made between our kisses were moans and gasps of approval. I am not sure how long we were there for, but he was good. I will concede that even though I can do it a lot more efficiently that is not what sex is about. The experience with another person was just awesome and he was fairly damn good at this.
I could feel that I was going to cum, I am not sure if he would feel it as well, he was fingering me, but not very deep at this angle, it was mainly his teasing of my clit that was turning me on. I stopped kissing him and rested my head on his forehead. I closed my eyes and gently kissed his nose for a second as my orgasm arrived. "Fuck... yes..." I whispered, almost silently, but I felt him smile, so he must have heard me and put two and two together. I felt my body and pussy tense as I shivered to an orgasm on his fingers. He just kept the same pace and pattern as he let me cum. I rocked my hips on his fingers as I resumed kissing him.
I glanced over my shoulder and Stacey had disappeared. Jenny was actually having sex behind us. Steve knelt between her legs, her skirt was short enough to stay on and I assume her underwear, if she was wearing any, was out of the way as he thrust in and out of her. Dave and Martin were watching and Martin was playing with her breasts through her dress. I wondered if she was going to have a foursome, but I didn't deem it proper to ask. "Wanna go to bed?" I offered. This was mainly selfish, I wanted Darren exclusively and the longer we stuck around increased the chances of Dave, Martin, or both of them diverting from Jenny towards me. Darren just nodded.
He got up and pulled me to my feet. He looked at the show in front of him and grinned. I playfully hit him on the arm, "Perv," I scalded. I picked up Jenny's jacket and threw it at them as they fucked. "Get a room," I said with a giggle, but by the time the jacket had landed and I had finished my jibe at them we were already out of the room.
I had taken my shoes off when we had got back in. They may have been expensive, but that does not buy you comfort. We went into his room and he closed the door behind us. He grabbed the hem of my dress and started to lift it up. I lifted my arms and let him relieve me of the dress which was all I was wearing. He stared at my nudity while I looked at my crumpled expensive dress on the floor and wondered if it would kill the mood if I stopped to put it on a hangar. I figured that it would so let it go. I unzipped his trousers and reached in. He was rock hard already and I gave him a quick handjob while I manoeuvred him out of his boxers. I sank to my knees and took him in my mouth.
