Apartment 3B

6. Get Jesse Laid

(Picture credits: The First Time. Explicit content, read at your own discretion, 18+, read further if you won't mind the hot and heavy moments, you've been warned!)

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Jesse

They dressed me like a sacrificial lamb was being prepared to appease the Gods.

Kabir raided my closet and picked out dark denim blue jeans with a simple black v-neck cotton t-shirt that clung to my chest.

Next, came Hayley. She made me sit on the edge of the bed and commanded, "Don't move your head, Jess. Gosh." She wore a hot red coloured dress that had a sweetheart neckline and thin straps. She put golden glitter on her cleavage, as if it wasn't noticeable enough already. The dress started flowing from right below her breasts and ended mid-thigh. I tried not to squirm at her touch but she placed one palm on my cheek to hold me still and combed my hair like I was a little child. The joy I felt escaped my lips when I couldn't help but let them form a big grin. All I wanted to do was wrap my hands around her waist and pull her on my lap. I wanted to hold her, put my tongue inside her parted lips, caress her back as she grinded against my erection.

The room in my jeans started decreasing as my thoughts escalated. I tried not to be obvious but I guess she noticed the growing boner when she not-so-accidentally dropped her comb on my lap and brushed her hand on the inside of my thigh.

She lingered for a few extra seconds and I was frozen. As if getting laid wasn't already on my mind, Hayley had just put the engine in ignition.

Chirpily, like she had just accomplished a great feat, she announced, "Here you go. I'm done. You look perfect."

Unlike myself, I went ahead and said, "Thank you, but it's not me that looks perfect. You look gorgeous, Hayles." I got up and pulled her in a hug. Some of her boob glitter got transferred to my black t-shirt and she giggled, "Oops, sorry." She pressed her palm against my shirt and tried to wipe off the glitter. Her fingers grazed against my bare chest and it sent shivers up my spine. I could hardly breathe when she winked at me and left the room.

Sigh, it was going to be long night.

It was almost nine thirty by the time most of the guests had arrived. The house was buzzing with drunk hormonal youth and the place was alive. I talked to tons of new people, half of whose names I couldn't remember.

Luna and Elaine took party mom duties. It came naturally to them. They sat on the kitchen counter and chatted endlessly. Kabir made me meet girls, he made a fucking game out of it. Every girl I failed to talk to, we both had shots. We got pretty sloshed rather rapidly because I sucked at talking to girls. My eyes were glued to Hayley. No matter which prospective girl Kabir made me talk to, I just couldn't peel my eyes away from that red dress.

When Kabir finally gave up on me, he landed on a bean bag in one corner and ate chips right out of the bag. A cute brunette came and sat on him and he organically wrapped his arms around her. With my wingman gone, I went to the party room to see if I could engage in something. I walked right into an intense game of spin the bottle around the center table and not wanting to socialize further with mostly strangers, I went to the kitchen.

"So, how's the getting laid coming along?" Elaine asked.

"Not well, considering I'm here talking to the lesbians in the kitchen." I replied.

"Of course Kabir told you. Like I expected any better." She scoffed.

"Wait, what do you mean lesbians? What's the 's' for?" Luna asked.