“You have to get the Grand Tour!”
Monica beamed a broad grin and pulled me by the hand. She had just finished decorating the house she bought with her long term boyfriend. Rumor was that the house is in her name; so if they split she gets to keep it. A newly minted charge nurse, Monica seemed prepared for the responsibility.
“Look at Monica in those white tie-sides!”
A small cluster of scroungy guys laughed, smoking.
“Makes me want to commit a crime.”
Even though she bought a house with her cop boyfriend, her friends from back home were always in tow. Looking at them, I wondered if “back home” was a rough neighborhood, or if Monica had simply gotten in with a strange crowd.
“Get out of your head!”
She startled me.
“You’re such an introvert! C’mon the grand tour starts in the kitchen.”
She led me through a neat kitchen, where everything matched, and pulled me past laundry rooms and up a winding flight of stairs.
“You have to see the candles I got for the bathroom!”
Monica’s voice echoed melodiously through the house.
“You have to smell them!”
She pulled me into the bathroom, cupping a large candle in both hands and pressing it toward me.
“You don’t come over often enough.” She sighed.
“I know, I’d like to see more of you.”
“I’d really like to see more of you.” She replied. She emphasized really, and she really seemed to mean it. In fact, her gaze drifted down my front.
“I love that top. It’s…” She began, but slowly trailed off.
“It’s new.” My nipples stiffened. I turned so she wouldn’t see.
Monica turned me back.
“No really, I love it.” She lowered her voice. “And really, I think we should see more of each other.” She went on in a low bright whisper.
My nipples beamed hard, and my whole body doubled over. They weren’t kidding about the tie sides. Monica’s body was to die for. What could she mean though, could she really? Could I really?
She nodded, as if she’d read my mind. Then she seemed to brace herself in anticipation. Dutifully, I undid my top and exposed my breasts.
“Mm yeah” Monica nearly drooled staring. She reached out and caressed my breast. With my knees shaking, I prayed she wouldn’t finger my nipples. “Please God, I won’t be able to take it. Don’t let her reach out and…”
Monica’s blood-red manicured fingers danced across my nipples, just grazing them.
“Oh fuck!” I squeaked.
“What was that?” A man’s voice rang out.
Kyle, the boyfriend, the cop, chimed in “Upstairs.”
Feet pounded the staircase.
“Well thanks for the tour, and I do love the candles.” I announced fairly loudly.
The bathroom door flung open. Kyle’s flushed face smooshed in then vanished just as quickly.
“It’s a chick. They’re talking about candles.”
His cop buddy snorted.
Stunned, I stood holding my top up with my hands. I scrambled to re-tie it.
“He’s a little protective.”
She didn’t seem fazed.
“Let’s go downstairs and get back to the party.”
I met a few people who seemed to be easy to get along with. They didn’t seem to be part of any intimidating in-crowd. We joked, we talked. I tried smoking a cigar but it was a little too potent.
“Hey, we’re playing a game. Monica wants you to join.” One of Kyle’s female friends ushered me to the garage. I turned, looking back at my new acquaintances, wondering if they’d be offended if I ditched.
“Have fun!” They waved me off.
I wandered thoughtlessly into the garage, expecting ping pong and preparing to be bored to tears. My nipples still ached from the excitement earlier. I wanted to run home and masturbate but now I’d be stuck at the ping pong table.
I saw a group, including Monica, Kyle, a few attractive nurses and couple of young cops standing in a circle in the dimly lit garage.
“Body shots!” Monica announced, handing me a shot of tequila.
“Oh, I don’t drink, I’m afraid.” I offered meekly.
“Then you’re the body.” Monica squealed, her hands clasped.
“Okay, one round.”
I was escorted by a gentlemanly officer over to the ping pong table. I began to lean back onto it, unsure of what I was doing. I caught Monica’s eye and she gave me a reassuring nod.
They poured tequila just above my waistline, and an enthusiastic Kyle slurped it off. Monica clasped her hands and flushed in the neck, staring gently at my chest. Unsure what the rules are regarding Kyle and I, I didn’t glance long at the fairly enormous bulge in his pants, which loomed closer to my face as he fiddled with the tequila bottle.
The group had circled around me, and Monica came through the center, reaching for the Jose Cuervo. She let out a “whoops” and spilled some on my chest. Kyle drunkenly staggered back as Monica bent down and licked between my breasts.
I gasped and my whole body reacted. The group undressed me with their eyes. I threw my head back and while Kyle looked the other way, Monica snuck her fingers under my top, grabbed my nipple, and gave it a firm twist. The blood shot to my head.
“What are you already drunk off the smell of tequila?” Kyle smiled at me boyishly. I hadn’t cared for him but somehow he was starting to endear himself to me. I didn’t know he had a wild side.
He glanced around impishly and said “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you two had a little something going on.” He pointed his fingers between me and Monica. She laughed it off.
“Either that or someone left the AC on.” He chuckled and glanced at my rock hard nipples.
“Cold in here?”
“Actually it’s hot.” I answered earnestly, sweating too much to get the joke.
He smiled and withdrew an ice cube from the cooler, handing it calmly to Monica. She rushed me with it, and before I had time to object my top was down, nipples were out, and knees were trembling.
The ice froze my breast as the blood red fingernails circled in closer and closer. My nipples pierced the air, protruding further than I thought they could. Just when I thought it couldn’t get any more intense, she started pinching and caressing one then the other.
“Uh, uh.” Kyle waved his finger at Monica. “That’s cheating.” I didn’t even realize she was running her hand up my thigh. “Tits are a party favor, but sex is too far.” Monica ran her fingers through her hair and acquiesced, withdrawing her hand from my flaming loin.
She smiled and gave my nipples another pinch. I moaned louder than I would have wanted to. And let out an “Oh, fuck.”
Kyle, clever for a drunken college dropout, pieced it together. “Sounds like you guys are touring the bathroom all over again.” He slapped Monica’s ass.
Do you think you could name five cereals? He asked me with a smirk.
“Sure. Honey bunches of…”
He suddenly had my nipples clamped in a double pinch.
“Name five!” He twisted.
Nearly blacking out, I stuttered out four cereals. Then he really doubled down and applied some serious pressure.
“That’s four!” He called out.
“Let go Kyle, you’re hurting her.”
He laughed and walked toward the cooler. Monica, looking genuinely concerned, put her glasses on and inspected my bare, chafed nipples. She caressed them lightly, and looked from a few angles to see if they were alright. I squealed a bit. She smiled.
“Sensitive?” She asked.
“Always.” I admitted.
She gazed at me and made small pendulum motions across each aching tip.
Kyle returned from the cooler, pleased with himself for finding my weakness.
“How about another game?” He addressed the group, his back toward me.
They said “sure” and he turned toward me. Alright sweetheart, however many seconds you last for, I’ll drink for.
Kyle presented two clothes pins to the group and turned toward me. I pushed my chest out instinctively, longing for something I could feel deep enough after all this.
Kyle began to down tequila madly as my clamped nipples tightened up my whole body. The pain somehow hit a spot that was missing for me, in ways I can’t explain. My clit engorged itself and longed for a touch. Mindlessly, in the heated moment, I thrust my hands down my pants and started tossing off.
Monica’s face flushed and she looked like she’d nearly fainted.
I let out a shriek and said “I can’t take any more.” A pair of hands ripped the clips off me. Another pair pulled my pants down. Monica thrust her head between my legs and began to perform enthusiastic oral sex.
Kyle, in a drunken stupor, pulled his pants down. I had always wondered what the well manicured Monica saw in him, and the answer presented itself as he turned. His massive cock bulged toward me. The tip hit my lips and my tongue darted out before I could even consciously decide to lick him.
He pushed it out further, and my mouth opened on its own. The head of his cock filled my mouth. I felt like I was trying to swallow an apple and choking on it.
When Monica reached up and twisted my shot-out nipples, my pussy creamed and contracted. Hot cum filled my throat.
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