Emma

What A Party

I'd blame the jet lag for how early I wake up on Saturday, but I think my ego could do with a reality check. As cool as I pretend to be, I am truly excited to go to this party tonight at that girl's house. I think her name starts with an F or something.

I get out of bed and have something to eat before showering and catching up on the missing gaps of work I have. Of course I keep my phone off when I work and when I take a break I decide to go for a run. Passing time can be so boring unless you're doing something that actually helps you. You're lucky I'm telling you that. I learned that from watching my dad look for inspiration in our coffee machine. He claims that they are... "deep."

My dad may have be crazy and thinks that the colour of the first M&M you eat is the colour of your soul, nevertheless I still miss him. There were days where he would be totally normal and we'd actually do stuff like shop, or change up the house, or even just go for a day out. Those days were rare, but I'd cancel anything I had planned to be with him. I love that man and he's been through a lot.

By the time I finish writing him a letter and sending him an email with the same content I realise that it's almost party time. I take a quick shower and chuck on the first things I find - plain white shirt, black jeans, white supergas and a leather jacket. I fix up my hair and at the moment I place my hair wax container down a beep from Dan's car calls outside.

I rush down the stairs, but slowly walk out the house. You know you have to seem like it's a chore to go to these things. I enter her car and we make our way for the party. It's a long ride, but not a quiet one. Dan always tries to keep me entertained no matter what.

She's a little wild. I say that because her parents bought her the latest Range Rover and she's letting me drive it. Also because she thinks it's totally normal to just get naked on our drive there. By naked I mean to her bare skin. I'm finding it really difficult keeping my growing boner hidden right now. I'm definitely going to find a girl to make it go away tonight.

When we arrive at the venue she's completely changed her outfit from jeans and a shirt to a jump suit that just makes her legs look even longer. Man, this girl is just living, breathing Viagra. We park the car and follow to the backyard of this random house. A full on teen party is raving out back and it's only 10PM. Dan shows me around and when we get through to the games room packed with people I see a banner with my name on it.

WELCOME BACK, NATE! is staring back at me in big letters. Mark and Matt appear out of nowhere and lift me onto their shoulders beginning a chant. "Nat! Nat! Nat!" drowns the music in the room and once the excitement has settled I'm finally let back onto the ground. I grab a red cup and let myself enjoy my 'welcome back' party.

You must think I'm a cocky shit, and I'm about to get worse. For good reason girls think I'm good looking and will basically do anything to get with me, at least that's what it was like in Holland. Here they'd probably do less, but I believe the way they see me is the same. To be quite frank, I don't mind it and contrary to popular belief I very much enjoy having a girl's ass rubbing up and down my crotch. Tonight I'm not running short of that treat.

My favourite thing though is when a hot girl wants to sneak away somewhere with me. Sam knows exactly how to lure me into the dark with her. There have been a few girls that have tried the last few hours, but Sam is different. She has short blonde hair, dark brown eyes, big jugs and an outfit that's outrageously appropriate. So much so that it's inappropriate. It excites me when girls don't show everything, it makes me want to find out what's underneath all those layers.

I follow her lead and not too long later I find myself falling back onto a fairly soft mattress in a dark room. Sam is so petite, but if she wants this she can have it. She's got both her thighs on either side of me and manages to pull off my jacket and shirt before I even register my dimly lit surroundings. Next thing I know my belt is being undone and the zip pulled down. I turn us over once I remember who I'm meant to be - the man, the guy in charge, cool guy Nate.

I nibble on her neck and slip my hand up her oversized jersey. Her back arches at my touch and I show her how experienced I am by undoing her bra with one hand while simultaneously lifting off her jersey with another. I kiss every part of skin exposed to me and slide one of my hands down her tights (leggings). Two things noted: she doesn't shave down there, maybe trims. Also she's completely wet for me. The last point gets a cocky grin from me.

She moans to my touch and I can't explain how horny that makes me. She orgasms while my fingers are still inside of her and she collapses on the bed. I wait a moment for her to cool down and even though the lights are off I can see that she's spent. I put my shirt and jacket back on before heading to the door.

"Where are you going?" her hushed voice questions.

How do I answer this. Yea, I'm leaving you so I can find a girl who can actually get me off right now. That's pretty dick and that's not the impression I want to make. Sam is also really not a girl to mess with, she doesn't deserve to be.

"Please don't go. I can give you a hand job or something," she pleads.

I don't know what it is about girls like her that make me wanna bang them, but also lecture them for giving themselves up so freely. Girls are a touchy subject all together.

"What do you want me to do?" I ask.

She shrugs.

The fact that she didn't even offer me oral already signals that I should leave.

"I have to go, sorry."

I jot out before she can keep me there any longer. I take fast steps down the stairs and make my way to the porch where I take a seat on the deck chairs with a bottle of flavoured vodka in my hand. What a party, I whisper to myself. I thought a few minutes alone would help me move my thoughts off of Sam and how nice it would've been to be inside her right now, but I'm not alone for long enough.

"What a party, right?" a blonde girl comments before taking a seat right next to me.

I can tell she's drunk by how careful she is. It amuses me how she hesitates before falling into the chair. Also, she seems very pleased with herself for taking a step without tripping, landing on her chair, speaking without slurring and taking a sip without spilling. She's kind of cute.

Oh Nate, careful or you're gonna sound like a manwhore.

"So they threw this party for this one guy called Nate, right?" she begins, "I haven't seen him the whole night though."

She's actually really amusing. I genuinely think that she has no clue who I am. Not saying I'm famous, only that I'm significant enough to have a celebration of my return.

"Well, whatever. Wherever this Nate guy is I do hope he's having a good time. If he even exists," she says then pulls an expression of disbelief.

The best way to get to know someone is to shut up and listen to what they say. It works a lot with girls. Although you must say things back every now and then or else they'll think you're not paying attention.

"They're so pretty, the stars," her topic and tone change drastically.

I look up to confirm her statement. I catch myself trying to find the constellations I've heard so much of. It's harder than you think. Especially tonight as the stars aren't as bright as normal. I eventually give up and shut my eyes.

A second later I feel a weight on me and when I contemplate opening my eyes lips are pressed to mine. Soon my hands are guided up some material to land on two firm body parts. I feel a grip on my member as soon as she breaks away from the kiss probably to take it out.

"Do you have a condom?" she whispers.

I pull one out of my jacket pocket and hand it to her. She tears the packet open and kisses me again. She puts it on effortlessly and I help her pull her jeans down enough to allow passage to her opening. She slowly sits on me and I push myself through. She let's out the sexiest groan I've ever heard and then works her hips on my pelvis. I can't describe how good it feels.

All I can say is I have to work hard not to cum too soon. Even when I do she keeps going until she finishes. She throbs around me and curses under her breath. Never have I had someone who makes me want to have them again. I think it's her beauty at this very moment and just how at home I feel with her... in her. Her lips press to mine for the last time before she slides off and disappears back into the house. I get to see the bounce of her hair on her back before I merely throw the used condom away and lie back in the chair. Now I'm spent.

What a party.