Cocktail Party Pt 2

 Jane found her fathers business cocktail party a bore. The only redeeming things in her mind was her sexy new black dress, and the abundance of cocktails to drink. Jane was a bit tipsy when she excluded herself to use the restroom, “Esscuuse me, i'm juzz gonna gow powder my nose.  I'll be ride back.” No one noticed or cared. Except for Brad, the 18 year old, small for his age son of Jane’s dad’s associate. Too young to drink, he was not part of the party, and supposed to stay in his room.

Of course, Brad didn’t stay in his room-he snuck down stairs to watch the sexy women get drunk. He was especially drawn to Jane-The closest to his own age, and drinking the most, Brad quickly focused his attention to Jane. Knowing the only bathroom was up stairs, he quickly moved so he could watch her. 

Brad expected her to stumble her way to the stairs, but instead, she went to the coat closet and grabbed what looked like a compact from her purse. Then she made her way unsteadily up the stairs, unaware of her young admirer. 

Brad watched her, and then followed her upstairs a safe distance behind. Jane entered the bathroom and closed the door. Brad peered through the keyhole. First, Jane sat her glass on the counter. Then she hiked up her dress, pulled down her thong, and plopped on the commode and peed. Brad watched in awe. After she dried herself, she replaced her thong and straightened her dress. Brad was ready to leave, when Jane took the compact, sat it on the counter, and pulled out a bag of white powder, and then cut two lines. Cocaine! Brad realized. He watched as she snorted the two lines, literally pondering her nose. Then she knocked back her drink. And started towards the door once she closed her compact.

At this point, Brad made a hasty retreat down the stairs.  In the short time it took Jane to get down the stairs, the booze and coke assaulted her already diminished sobriety. 

When she reached the bottom step, she was pretty out of it. She looked like she might fall at any moment, so Brad rushed forward to her. His haste, and her insobriety resulted in his face pressed into her breasts. 

Brad was in heaven, and froze. Jane took a bit to figure out what was going on. At the same time she realized that someone was holding her, Brad pulled back and looked up at her face. Brad was unable to form a sentence, and Jane spoke first. “High.  Yer hannsome, whoo arr yoo. ?” She asked.

Brad crooked out, “B.Brad.” Not seeing any reckinition on her intoxicated face, he added “Your dad's associate's son.”

“Cool” she said, just as her right tit fell out of her dress. Brad staired, eyes like saucers. Jane, not yet aware of this, stood swaying, and soon swayed forward, her tit colliding with Brad's open mouth. Brad instinctively started to suck her breast. Janed dropped her compact, and held Brad to her breast. 

She closed her eyes, and thought to herself, “THIS party isn't so bad,” and enjoyed her intoxication and Brads sucking on her breast.

He wasn’t her boyfreind Dick, but he had a dick, and Jane was wasted, and thus horny.

“Less gow summwhere more privade.  C'n yoo ged me 'nuzzer coggtail t' zzrink?” Jane asked.

“I’ll try,” Brad said as he pulled away from her breast and pulled her dress back up. “Stay here.”

“Yoo got it ssud,” Jane encouraged him. Carefully, Brad looked into the living room. Too many people. Then he looked into the kitchen. There were a number of bottles on the table. He quickly grabbed a bottle of rum, gin and a couple of cokes. Nervously he snuck back to Jane. 

Brad made it back without anyone noticing him. The short time he was away had allowed the coke to further assault her, and she was now sitting on the bottom step, her legs apart, her thong visible. 

“Whad'd yoo ged me?” Jane asked. 

“I've got rum and coke or gin and coke,” Brad told her.

“Ummmm, verry gooond, butsha c'n skip the coke,” she told him as she grabbed the gin. She opened it at took a drink, then told Brad, “Helb me upp ann less gow summwhere privade.”

Brad grabbed the compact and  extended his arm, and she pulled herself up. She tried to let go, but started to fall. “Im a li'l zzzrunk, id benner hold onno yoo,” she said as she wrapped her arm around him. “Oh, yer verry ssrong, i c'n feel yer mussles,” she complimented him before they made their way slowly up the stairs.

Brad carefully led her back to his room. Along the way, Jane siped gin from the bottle. When they reached his room, he sat the bottles down. Then he closed and locked the door. Then Brad watched in aw as Jane chugged the last of the gin.

She was very unstable as he pulled her tits out and led her to the bed. He sat on the bed and began to play with her breasts again, holding her to keep her from falling.

Brad then laid her on the bed. The gin and cocaine had her wasted now, to the point she only moaned in pleasure. He slipped her panties off, and hiked her dress up, and began to lick her pussy from behind.

Part 2:

Jane moaned, and occasionally sounds like “yes,” “more” somehow managed to make it past her lips. Brad continued to lick her sweet nectar, teasing her pedals, making her moan more and more. 

Jane could barely think, but she felt wonderful-so drunk, so high, and the young man licking her was doing a great job. Soon she bucked, and orgasmed. Brad soldered on. As the shock waves settled, Jane sobered just enough to sit up, and slur, “Pranns off, fffuck me now, as she pulled down her dress, so it was a band of black around her stomach. 

Brad happily complied, his hard cock rapidly springing free of his shorts. Brad was busy plowing away at her, when he heard a tap on his window. He looked over, and blew a load of cum into Jane as he saw his own drunk girlfriend opening his bedroom window.

Consensual Fictional Story: Part 2 Continuation

Brad’s heart thundered in his chest as he stared at his girlfriend, Mia, who had just clumsily clambered through his bedroom window. Her auburn hair was a tousled mess, her cheeks flushed a deep pink, and her hazel eyes sparkled with the glassy sheen of someone who’d had far too much to drink. Her short denim skirt was slightly askew, and her cropped top revealed a sliver of midriff as she steadied herself against his desk, giggling uncontrollably. The window creaked shut behind her, the cool night air still lingering in the room. She swayed, catching herself on the edge of the desk, and then her gaze landed on the scene before her: Jane, sprawled across Brad’s bed, her black dress bunched around her waist like a belt, and Brad, still catching his breath, his shorts barely pulled back up.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa!” Mia slurred, her voice loud and teasing as she pointed a wobbly finger at Jane. “What’s this party, huh? Brad, you sneaky little dog!” She burst into laughter, nearly toppling over before grabbing the desk chair for support. “Didn’t know you were throwin’ your own party up here!” Her tone was playful, the alcohol stripping away any edge of jealousy that might have surfaced in a sober state.

Jane, still swimming in a haze of gin, cocaine, and post-orgasmic bliss, blinked slowly, trying to make sense of the new arrival. Her head tilted, her blonde hair spilling over one shoulder as she propped herself up on her elbows. “Wha… who’s this cutie?” she mumbled, her words thick and syrupy. A lazy, lopsided smile spread across her face as she squinted at Mia. “She’s, like… really cute.”

Brad’s face burned, his mind scrambling for an explanation. “Mia, I—I didn’t know you were coming over!” he stammered, fumbling to adjust his shorts properly. He glanced at Jane, who seemed entirely unfazed, her hand lazily reaching for the rum bottle on the nightstand. It tipped slightly, dribbling a few drops onto the carpet, but she didn’t notice. “This is… uh… Jane. My dad’s associate’s daughter.”

Mia raised an eyebrow, her grin widening as she kicked off her sneakers and stumbled toward the bed. “Oh, I know who she is,” she said, her voice dripping with mock accusation. “Saw her downstairs, chuggin’ cocktails like a champ.” She flopped onto the bed next to Jane, her movements sloppy but confident. “Girl, you were slayin’ that party. Respect.” She grabbed the rum bottle from Jane’s hand and took a long swig, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. “Mmm, that’s the good stuff.”

Jane giggled, her eyes half-lidded as she watched Mia. “You’re fun,” she slurred, reaching out to poke Mia’s arm. “Where’d you come from, huh? You’re all… sparkly.” Her finger traced a clumsy circle in the air, as if trying to capture Mia’s energy.

Mia laughed, leaning closer to Jane. “Sparkly, huh? I like that.” She turned to Brad, who was still standing awkwardly by the bed, his eyes darting between the two women. “Babe, you didn’t tell me you were hangin’ with the cool kids tonight. What’s the deal? You sharin’ or what?” Her tone was teasing, but there was a glint in her eye that suggested she wasn’t entirely joking.

Brad’s jaw dropped. “Mia, I… I mean, this just kinda… happened,” he said, his voice cracking. “Jane was… uh… she needed help, and—”

“Help, huh?” Mia interrupted, smirking as she glanced at Jane’s disheveled state. “Looks like you were helpin’ her real good.” She leaned back on her elbows, mimicking Jane’s pose, and gave her a conspiratorial look. “So, Jane, you havin’ fun with my boyfriend here?”

Jane’s smile widened, her head lolling slightly. “Oh, yeah,” she murmured. “He’s… he’s real good at… stuff.” She giggled again, reaching for the rum bottle, but Mia held it out of reach, teasing her.

“Nuh-uh, you gotta tell me first,” Mia said, waving the bottle. “What kinda stuff? Spill the tea, girl.”

Jane’s eyes sparkled with mischief, though her words were barely coherent. “He’s… got a good mouth,” she slurred, then burst into laughter, covering her face with her hands. “And… and he’s strong. Helped me up the stairs. My hero.”

Brad’s face turned an even deeper shade of red. “Mia, c’mon, she’s wasted,” he said, trying to deflect. “How’d you get so drunk, anyway? I thought you were at that frat party across town.”

Mia rolled her eyes, handing the rum bottle back to Jane, who took a sloppy sip and spilled a little on her chin. “Ugh, that party was a mess,” Mia said, waving a hand dismissively. “Bunch of dumb jocks chuggin’ cheap beer and tryin’ to flirt. I had, like, three… no, four… maybe five vodka sodas? And then someone passed around these Jell-O shots, and I was like, ‘Why not?’” She giggled, her words tumbling out in a rush. “Then I got bored, and I was like, ‘Brad’s house is close, I’m gonna surprise my man!’ So I climbed your stupid fence and… here I am!” She spread her arms dramatically, nearly knocking over the empty gin bottle on the nightstand.

Jane, who had been listening with a dreamy expression, suddenly reached out and grabbed Mia’s hand. “You’re so cool,” she said, her voice earnest despite its slurred quality. “C’mere, let’s be friends.” She tugged Mia closer, and before anyone could react, Jane leaned in and planted a messy kiss on Mia’s lips. Mia froze for a split second, then laughed into the kiss, returning it with equal enthusiasm. Jane moaned softly, her hands tangling in Mia’s hair.

Brad watched, his brain short-circuiting. “Uh… you guys okay?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. He wasn’t sure if he should intervene or just… let it happen.

Mia pulled back, her lips shiny with Jane’s lip gloss. She grinned at Brad, her eyes gleaming with drunken mischief. “Oh, we’re more than okay,” she said. “Right, Jane?”

“Uh-huh,” Jane murmured, her hands still resting on Mia’s shoulders. “You’re a good kisser. Better than… uh… what’s his name? Dick?” She giggled, clearly mixing up her boyfriend’s name in her intoxicated haze.

Mia burst out laughing. “Dick? Oh my God, that’s hilarious. Brad, you’re out here competin’ with a guy named Dick?” She turned to Jane, patting her cheek gently. “Sweetie, you deserve better than a Dick. You got us now.”

Jane nodded solemnly, as if Mia had just imparted profound wisdom. “Yeah… you guys are… the best,” she slurred, then reached for Brad’s hand, pulling him toward the bed. “C’mere, hero. Don’t be shy.”

Brad hesitated, his mind still reeling. “You sure about this, Mia?” he asked, glancing at his girlfriend. “I mean… this is… a lot.”

Mia rolled her eyes, grabbing his shirt and yanking him onto the bed. “Babe, stop overthinkin’ it,” she said. “We’re all drunk, we’re all hot, and we’re all havin’ fun. Right, Jane?”

“Right!” Jane chimed in, her voice bright despite her wobbling. She tugged at Brad’s shirt, then reached for Mia’s top, giggling as she fumbled with the fabric. “Let’s… let’s make this a real party.”

Mia smirked, helping Jane pull off her top, revealing a lacy bralette underneath. “That’s the spirit,” she said, tossing the shirt aside. She turned to Brad, raising an eyebrow. “Well? You in or what?”

Brad swallowed hard, his nerves melting under the weight of the moment. “Yeah… yeah, I’m in,” he said, his voice steadier now. He climbed onto the bed, settling between the two women as they laughed and pulled him closer.

Jane’s hands wandered to Mia’s skirt, tugging it down playfully. “You’re so pretty,” she murmured, her words slurring together. “Like… a sparkly fairy.”

Mia laughed, helping Jane out of her dress completely, leaving it in a crumpled heap on the floor. “And you’re like… a sexy princess,” she said, her voice teasing but warm. “Brad, tell her she’s a sexy princess.”

“You’re a sexy princess,” Brad said obediently, his voice cracking slightly as he tried to keep up with the whirlwind of the moment.

Jane beamed, pulling both of them closer. “This… this is the best party ever,” she declared, her voice barely audible as she leaned in to kiss Mia again, then turned to Brad, her lips finding his in a sloppy, eager kiss.

The room was a chaotic blur of spilled liquor, scattered clothes, and the distant hum of the party downstairs, completely forgotten by the trio. Mia’s laughter mixed with Jane’s soft moans, and Brad’s hesitant touches grew bolder as the three of them tangled together, caught up in the reckless, intoxicating energy of the night. “Let’s make this legendary,” Mia whispered, her voice full of drunken confidence, as they lost themselves in the moment.

Consensual Fictional Story: Part 2 Continuation

The air in Brad’s room was heavy with the scent of spilled rum, gin, and the faint metallic edge of Jane’s earlier indulgence. The muffled bass of the cocktail party downstairs pulsed through the floor, a distant reminder of the world beyond the locked door. On the bed, the trio was a tangled mess of limbs, laughter, and slurred words, their inhibitions dissolved in the haze of alcohol and reckless abandon.

Jane, her black dress now a crumpled band around her waist, lay sprawled across the bed, her blonde hair fanned out on the pillow. Her glassy, half-lidded eyes sparkled with intoxication and delight as she reached for Mia, her fingers clumsily tracing the curve of her shoulder. “You’re so… so soft,” Jane murmured, her voice thick with gin and cocaine. “Like… a cloud or somethin’.”

Mia, propped up on one elbow, grinned down at her, her cheeks flushed from the vodka sodas and Jell-O shots she’d downed at a frat party earlier. Her cropped top was gone, tossed near the desk, leaving her in a lacy black bralette. “A cloud, huh?” she said, her words slurring as she leaned closer, her breath warm against Jane’s ear. “You’re, like, a whole galaxy, girl. All sparkly and wild.” She giggled, planting a quick, playful kiss on Jane’s nose, making her squeal.

Brad, caught between them, was still processing the surreal turn of events. His heart raced as he sat on the edge of the bed, his shirt half-unbuttoned from Jane’s earlier tugging. “You guys are… insane,” he said, his voice a mix of awe and nervousness. He glanced at Mia, searching for any sign of regret, but saw only her mischievous grin. “Mia, you’re really cool with this? Like, really?”

Mia rolled her eyes, ruffling his hair. “Babe, chill,” she said, her tone teasing but firm. “I crashed your party, didn’t I? If I wasn’t cool, I’d be out the window by now.” She smirked, leaning closer to whisper, “This is way more fun than that frat house. Those guys were all ‘bro’ this and ‘chug’ that. Boring.” She turned to Jane, who was giggling uncontrollably, and poked her side. “Right, galaxy girl? We’re havin’ way more fun.”

Jane nodded, her head lolling as she tried to focus. “Sooo much fun,” she slurred, reaching for the rum bottle again. It was nearly empty, and she pouted when only a few drops hit her tongue. “Aww, it’s gone. Brad, you got more?”

Brad hesitated, glancing at the empty gin bottle and half-spilled Coke cans on the nightstand. “Uh… I can check downstairs,” he said, his voice uncertain. He looked at Mia, who raised an eyebrow.

“Go on, hero,” Mia teased, waving him off. “Get our girl another drink. But don’t take too long, or we’ll start without you.” She winked, pulling Jane closer, who giggled and nuzzled into her.

Jane’s pout turned into a sly smile. “Yeah, hurry, handsome,” she slurred, her hands wandering to Mia’s waist. “We need… more party juice.”

Brad swallowed hard, nodding. “Alright, I’ll be quick,” he said, standing and adjusting his shirt. He glanced back at the two women, now tangled together in a fit of giggles, and shook his head in disbelief before slipping out the door.

Downstairs, the cocktail party was still in full swing, the living room buzzing with chatter and clinking glasses. Brad moved stealthily, avoiding the crowd as he made his way to the kitchen. The counter was littered with bottles—vodka, whiskey, a half-empty bottle of tequila. He grabbed the tequila, figuring it would keep the party going, when a woman stumbled into the kitchen behind him.

She was in her late twenties, her sleek red dress clinging to her curves, her dark hair slightly disheveled. Her eyes were glassy, her movements unsteady as she leaned against the counter, a martini glass dangling from her fingers. “Heyyy,” she slurred, eyeing Brad with a lopsided grin. “You’re… you’re that kid, right? The one s’posed to stay upstairs?”

Brad froze, clutching the tequila bottle. “Uh… yeah, I’m just… grabbing something,” he said, his voice cracking slightly.

The woman—Lila, one of his dad’s associate’s colleagues—laughed, a throaty, drunken sound. “You’re cute,” she said, stepping closer, her heels clicking on the tile. “Whatcha grabbin’? Somethin’ fun?” She reached out, her fingers brushing his arm, and Brad’s face flushed.

“Just… this,” he said, holding up the tequila, trying to sidestep her. But Lila swayed closer, her body brushing against his.

“Mmm, tequila,” she purred, her voice low. “You know how to party, huh?” Before Brad could respond, she dropped to her knees, her hands fumbling with his shorts. “Lemme… lemme show you a real party trick,” she slurred, her fingers tugging at his waistband.

Brad’s eyes widened, his breath catching. “Whoa, wait, I—” he started, but Lila was already too far gone, her drunken enthusiasm overriding any hesitation. She pulled him free, her lips closing around him with surprising skill for someone so intoxicated. Brad’s mind went blank, the tequila bottle nearly slipping from his grip as he braced himself against the counter. The kitchen was quiet except for the distant hum of the party and Lila’s soft, slurred hums.

It was over quickly, Lila pulling back with a satisfied grin, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. “See? Fun,” she said, stumbling to her feet and grabbing her martini glass. “Don’t tell nobody, ‘kay, cutie?” She winked, then wobbled back toward the living room, leaving Brad stunned, his heart pounding.

He shook himself out of his daze, grabbed the tequila, and hurried back upstairs, his mind reeling. When he reached his room, he locked the door behind him, finding Mia and Jane still tangled together, now kissing lazily, their hands wandering. The empty rum bottle lay forgotten on the floor.

“Whoa, you took forever,” Mia said, breaking away from Jane to grin at him. “What, you get lost or somethin’?”

Brad’s face burned, but he forced a casual shrug, holding up the tequila. “Got held up,” he said, his voice shaky. “But I got this.”

Jane’s eyes lit up, and she clapped her hands. “Yay, hero!” she slurred, reaching for the bottle. “You’re the best. C’mere.”

Mia raised an eyebrow, sensing something off, but her drunken amusement won out. “Held up, huh?” she teased, pulling Brad onto the bed. “Better not be startin’ other parties without us.”

Jane giggled, taking a swig of tequila and spilling a little on her chin. “No way, this is our party,” she said, pulling Mia closer and kissing her again. “Right, sparkly fairy?”

“Right,” Mia said, laughing as she returned the kiss, then tugged Brad down with them. “C’mon, babe. Let’s make this legendary.”

Brad’s nerves melted as he joined them, the tequila bottle passing between them as they lost themselves in a blur of laughter, kisses, and wandering hands. The chaos of the kitchen faded, replaced by the reckless, intoxicating energy of the trio, determined to make the night unforgettable.