It wasn’t the first time Sophie and I had kissed. From the very first night that we met one another in fresher’s week, we’d been able to use our sexuality to ensure that every night we went out we were showered in free drinks. You’d be amazed how many guys hit on you when you’re kissing another (stunning) girl. Or maybe you wouldn’t be. You know what horny university students are like.
The night in question, our aim was more than free drinks. We were a month away from graduating university and a few of the girls on our course were throwing a party at their student house. It was the first night I’d planned to go big on for a long time. I’d spent the last few months either in my bedroom or in the university library finishing coursework and cramming for exams that were going to shape the rest of my life.
I needed a release.
I’d already downed several glasses of vodka lemonade by the time I’d arrived and met Sophie at the party. And we’d continued down the same path. Drink after drink with the odd shot thrown in for good measure. We’d built up a pretty good tolerance for alcohol over the past three years but as the time approached midnight I was starting to feel it.
We’d managed to find time for flirting between the drinks. I was used to being hit on. So was Sophie but she didn’t really know how to take control of the situation or milk it for all its worth like I did. I think I enjoyed it more. I’ve always loved the attention, ever since my tits came in I’ve been stared at my boys in school, their parents and my teachers. And even at university that progressed to being boys in university, their parents and my professors. I’m the kind of girl who will purposely show off a lot of cleavage or drop something while I’m wearing a short skirt if there’s any chance it will improve my grades a little. And, you know, sometimes it pays off. Sometimes you have to do more but that’s a whole other story…
There were a couple of guys from the university rugby team we’d bumped into throughout the night who we had our sights set on. Wayne (for me) and Liam (for Sophie). And we knew they wanted us too. The first time we’d been talking Wayne hadn’t looked above my chest and his hand didn’t leave my bum until I made an excuse to go to the toilet. They kept on coming back and we kept on coming up with an excuse to move away.
‘Make them so horny they just have to have us,’ I told Sophie.
‘Look at you,’ she replied. ‘Your boobs could spill out of your top at any second. Every man here has to have you!’
She may have had a point. Like I said, I like the attention. Teasing is only part of it.
When we’d finally decided that we’d done enough teasing and we really wanted to push them over the edge, that was when we found ourselves laying back on the sofa with our lips pressed against one another. My eyes were closed but I could feel almost every pair of eyes on us. Sophie’s hand caressed my thigh and our lips parted to allow our tongues to meet and wrestle one another. She always tasted so good. I had my arm around her and my hand on the back of her head, holding Sophie close to me. After several seconds, I felt a hand on my breast. That was often her signal for telling me we were about to be hit on.
I opened my eyes to see Wayne and Liam standing over us.
I bit my lip, taking one last taste of Sophie’s lipstick onto my tongue while I glanced up at Wayne. ‘Should we find a room?’ I smirked, offering him my hand.
He took it and pulled me out of the living room to the sound of light cheering. All eyes still on me as we left Sophie and Liam behind to make out on the sofa while the party continued.
There were six bedrooms in the house and we managed to find one on the second floor that was unlocked and unoccupied.
‘That was so fucking hot,’ Wayne said as he closed the door behind me.
‘If you think that was hot, I’m going to blow your mind,’ I backed him up against the door and pressed my lips into his. Hard. I grabbed his crotch in my hand and started to stroke him through his jeans. He was already carrying a semi and it became a full erection in less than ten seconds after I got my hand on it. He pushed his hips forward, thrusting his crotch into my hand so I could feel it all, while his own hands explored my body, promptly landing on my bum again. He grabbed and squeezed at it almost in desperation. Like every last touch might be the last one he ever gets to feel. I have a lot of bum to squeeze so I don’t blame him for wanting to get every last bit of it in his hands. I knew for sure I was going to have bruises from his fingers.
‘Eat me,’ I whispered into his ear as his hand went up my skirt and found my wet thong.
‘Get on the bed,’ he said without hesitation.
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