Down stairs, the booze was continuing to flow. A normally shy and bookish girl named Hannah had found herself on the stage and was desperately attempting to look provocative on the stripper pole, hoping to get Zoe to notice her like she had in the library that one time. A few guests laughed at her while most looked away, unable to bare the embarrassing sight. "Geez, is she awful at that," Ken said to the rest of his table, pointing at Hannah. "I wish she knew how to use that thing."
Flash.
Hannah wasn't the only one whose drinking had gotten the better of her. In the sitting room just off the main entry, one of the guests had passed out right on top of a coffee table. "Cathy. Cathy. Cathy!" Erica pulled on her friends arm, trying to wake her up. "Forget it, babe," Erica's boyfriend Sean laughed. "She's out." Erica looked disapprovingly at her unconscious friend. "I told her to watch her drinking. Can you believe she passed out right on a table?" Sean snicker. "The way she was downing them, I can believe it."
Erica shot him a glare, then broke into giggles as she looked back at Cathy. "But on a table, for crying out loud! Of all of the other places she could've been sleeping it off." Sean looked at the drink in his hand. "I know. I mean where am I suppose to put this down now?" he joked. "Exactly," Erica said in a mock enthusiastic tone, playing along. "It's so inconsiderate of her. I wish she wasn't taking up the table space."
Flash.
Ethan was feeling lightheaded. The beer was helping, sure, but mostly it was the girls. Everywhere he looked he saw the best the school had to offer along with many others he had never even seen before. He leaned against the wall behind him, enjoying the combined feeling of the booze and his growing erection.
"Oh, god." Ethan snapped up straight and turned to face his sister Olivia, who had moved unnoticed next to him. "Fuck, you gave me a heart attack!" he gasped. "Fuck, you almost poked somebody's eye out with that thing," she teased, handing him a fresh beer. He looked down and readjusted his tent pole, taking the beer from his sister with his free hand. "I don't know how guys can put up with that shit," Olivia mused. Ethan rolled his eyes, knowing she had caught him in the most embarrassing situation he could think of, leaving him with no comeback. "It's just so funny." she continued. "I see it every day. Whenever a hottie, like myself, walks down the hall, there you guys are, tugging and pulling to hide your 'little friends.'" She laughed again, taking a sip from her drink. "I'm glad I don't have to deal with being so obvious when I'm turned on."
"Yeah?" Ethan muttered. "Well I wish you did."
Flash.
Libby was about to burst. Her boyfriend Devin had pulled her into one of the back rooms and had spent the last fifteen minutes slowly stripping her until she was naked before him. That's what she liked most about Devin: He took his time. Her last boyfriend had no patience for anything, especially sex. He rushed through the whole process just to get to the deed. He had actually ruined two of her favorite pairs of panties by literally ripping them off of her because it was "taking too long." And forget about foreplay. But Devin
She shuddered as his fingertips glided over her naked body. Every time before they had sex, he would trace every single inch of her body. Each time, Devin would seem to find a new place to touch and tingle, bringing her to new heights before he would even enter her. The only other person who had even come close to making her feel like this was Zoe. She often wondered about suggesting a threesome. Zoe and Devin, both touching her at the same time
She gasped as his hand moved up her inner thigh. "Oh, baby, I love when you touch me like this." He leaned in and kissed her, never stopping the dance of his fingertips on her skin. "I know you do. And I love how worked up it gets you. You are always such a wildcat after I do this. I only wish there was more of you to touch."
Flash.
