Wet sex party with Angela

Approaching my door, I hear the telephone ringing. Hurrying, I fumble for my keys and open the door just in time for it to stop; ‘Figures,’ I think to myself. Only just how my whole fucking week has been going.

 

I set my things down and walk back to close and lock the door. After making my way to the bath, I start the water, finding just the right temperature. I like HOT baths but not scalding. Adding some of the new honey bath powder that I bought the other day, I smile and turn to go to my bedroom.

 

‘I am so looking forward to relaxing in this hot bath.’ The week hadn’t been going well for me, and I didn’t see it improving much in the next couple days. So whatever relaxing time I could find, I was taking full advantage of.

 

Removing my clothes, I set out my robe on the bed. A purple and black lace-trimmed silk number that I picked up from Frederick’s of Hollywood. How can a woman not like that place?

 

I grab the cordless and make my way to the bath. No sooner have I settled in, and the damn phone rings.

 

“Hello?”

 

It’s Angela. “Hey chick, whatcha doing this Friday night?”

 

I feel my face contort as I want to say something smartass like, ‘Dying, care to join me?’ but I hold back and tell her that I have no plans and I like it that way because after the week I had been having, just sitting at home on my ass in front of the fireplace with a good book was the most thrilling fantasy I’d had in a long time.

 

“GOOD,” she says, “don’t make no plans; you’re coming to my place for a party.”

 

Not amused by her assumption, I ask, “Excuse me? I am doing what?”

 

“Oh, come on,” she says, “it’ll do you some good to let your hair down and party it up like you used to before you started working for that firm.”

 

I have to admit, she does have a point. I think the last time I let my hair down and really whooped it up was back in college. In fact, I’m surprised I even got my law degree.

 

“OK,” I give in reluctantly, “what time?”

 

“Ohhh,” she says, “better be here by 9:00 p.m. for sure.”

 

"OK.” With that, I hang up the phone. Then I quickly pick it back up, open the line, and wrap it in a towel so I won’t hear the annoying beep telling me that I forgot to hang it up.

 

“MMMmmmm,” I lie back, closing my eyes. I never bathe in the light; I have candles. Twelve in total, it’s wonderful for relaxing. The scent of the honey powder in my bath fills my nostrils, and the heat engulfs my body, and soon I am feeling like I could sleep the sleep of the dead.

 

The next couple of days are hectic, just like I predicted. Mr. Caldwell is being a pain in the ass, like his usual self. Thinking the firm needs to wait on him hand and foot. When all he really needs to be doing is shutting the hell up once in a while. That man has a mouth on him that puts him into lawsuits on a yearly basis. Good thing the old man has money, or he’d already have been in jail at least a dozen times since I started working here. I just wish he’d pick someone else to harass; why does it always need to be me that he chooses to have as his lawyer? “Because,” he said with a most sickly smile on his face one day, “I know you want me.” 'Cough,' right, like I want a terminal disease.

 

I actually find myself starting to look forward to the party tonight. I might have preferred that she’d picked Saturday night rather than tonight, though, since then I wouldn’t have had to go out after work. I like my evening baths.

 

I pick up the phone and dial Angela’s number. "Do you need me to bring anything?”

 

“No,” she says, “just your sexy self, and wear something ahhh revealing.”

 

I am completely wondering what this bitch has up her sleeve now. It’s like she’s constantly trying to get even with me for all the trouble I got us into when we were teenagers, he chuckles to himself.

 

I hang up the phone and make my way to the refrigerator, taking out the oriental salad I made yesterday. DAMN I like this stuff; I could very easily live off it. I take the bowl, not bothering with a smaller one because I fully plan on eating the whole fucking thing. Grab a fork and make my way to the sofa.

 

‘Let’s see what’s on the "boob tube,"' he *chuckles*. That’s what my dad used to call it. Flipping through the channels, I stop on the video network. I ask, ‘shit, what’s this?’ I don’t normally watch these video things anymore because, frankly, I don’t have the time. But here’s this blonde chick gyrating on the screen. I look lower and read the song title, ‘Dirty’ by Christina Aguilera. Of course, I can’t help but watch this clown make an idiot of herself. But by the end of the video, I am really getting into it. It is sexy and dirty. ‘Good name for the song,’ I think. I finish my salad, put the dishes in the sink, and head to my closet to see just what the hell I have worth wearing tonight.

 

Throwing open the door, I stand there with a puzzled look on my face. ‘Something revealing, huh?’ Finally, I settle on this cute little black number. Don’t ask me why. I think I have worn it maybe twice. And come to think of it, I was younger and had already had a couple drinks beforehand to loosen me up.

 

I remember Angela’s face the first time she saw me in it. She’s like, “Wow, you got it going on, girl.” Talk about being embarrassed. But then thinking about it after, who in the hell buys something like that to not ‘have it going on,’ you know? *grins to self,* ‘Oh well, I never get a chance to wear something like this anymore anyway. What am I going to do? Wear it to the company Christmas party? I don’t think so!' I *chuckle.* I jump in the shower, soak myself, and lather myself, my hands roaming my entire body.

 

Thinking, ‘It’s been so long since someone else touched me.’ Quickly I shake it off and proceed to complete my task. But in doing so, when my hand reaches down between my legs and feels the smoothness of my freshly shaven pussy, I can’t help but slip two fingers between my lips. Leaning back against the shower wall, I lift my leg and shove them deep inside myself. Moving them in and out, ‘God, it feels so good.' Faster and faster, my fingers, fucking myself until I cum all over my hand. ‘Good thing I am in the shower already.’ Toweling myself off, I feel better and more relaxed as I finish getting ready for the evening.

 

I take one last look in the mirror before turning to the door. I grab a coat just in case it gets cool.

 

On my way to Angela’s, I’m thinking, ‘I know I might be showing up early, but I can always help her out with a few things as people are showing up.’ Angela lives on the other side of town, so I have a ways to go. I reach over and turn on the stereo, and what do I hear? ‘Dirty’! Now I can’t help but wonder if someone isn’t trying to tell me something. *chuckles to self*

 

I pull up into Angela’s driveway, knowing that if I need to stay, I can always stay. I’ll leave the rest of the parking area on the street for guests. It doesn’t look as though anyone’s home, though; she must have stepped out for something. Good thing I have a set of keys. She has for my place as well. We did that about a year ago when she locked her keys in the house, and it ended up costing her over $100 to have a locksmith come out. Mind you, I don’t know why she ever complained about that; she got a date out of the deal anyway.

 

I unlock the door and step in, hanging my coat at the entrance.

 

“Ginger, is that you?” I hear Angela.

 

“What? Where’s your car? And why is it so dark in here?” I inquire.

 

“Never mind that; just come in the living room, would ya?” she calls.

 

Nervously, I turn the corner in the hall, and there she is, pinned against the wall by Todd. He is friends with John; ‘Oh God, don’t tell me John is going to be here too.’ All of a sudden I feel my hands getting damp. ‘I don’t want to see John; if John is here, I am not drinking.’ My mind is flying through the thoughts faster than I can blink.

 

It isn’t dark in there after all. She has candles lit all over the place. A fire is roaring in the fireplace, and the place actually looks nice in that lighting.

 

“Ginger, you remember Todd, don’t you?” Angela asks me, glancing from me to Todd.

 

“Yes, I do. Nice to see you again, Todd. Is John with you?” ‘Now what in the hell did I ask that for?’ I think to myself that it sounds desperate or something.

 

Stepping back away from Angela, Todd looks me up and down and smiles, “Indeed, nice to see you again as well.”

 

‘Oh god, here we go. I knew I shouldn’t have worn this dress.’

 

Angela interrupts, “Yes, Ginger, John is here. I sent him out to grab some Southern Comfort; I forgot how much you like to take shots of that.”

 

“Oh, you didn’t have to do that, Angela; thank you, but I won’t be drinking tonight.”

 

“Like hell, you won’t!” She raises her voice at me and says, “We are going to party tonight, and that includes you too; now why don’t you go and find some music to put on?”

 

My eyes must look like saucers with her raising her voice at me, and I just nod and say, “Alright, anything in particular?”

 

“Nah, you choose,” she says.

 

Making my way to the living room requires my walking between Todd and Angela, so it’s good that he backed away. Like he knew I was going to be needing passage through. I smile at Todd and then turn with my back to him and my front to Angela as I make my way past.

 

Suddenly Angela reaches out to Todd’s shoulders, locking me between her arms. “You WILL have a good time tonight, Ginger, if it’s the last thing I do.” And she smiles at me, winking, and drops her arms for me to pass.

 

Hearing them chuckle as I make my way to the stereo unnerves me. “Who else will be joining us?” I shout out to Angela.

 

“Oh, no one, just the four of us tonight.”

 

‘MYGOD the bitch!’ It should be interesting trying to get through an evening of avoiding John while Todd and Angela sit in a corner and make out. It's going to be a hell of a party.

 

I choose some Eric Clapton and put it on the stereo, along with a couple other mixed CDs she has lying there. And turn things on. ‘I need a drink just to calm myself.’ Making my way to the kitchen, I glance over, and there in the hallway, Todd and Angela are in their lip lock. Shaking my head and rolling my eyes, I continue on to the kitchen and pour myself a vodka and seven.

 

Just as I am sitting down on the loveseat, I hear the door.

 

“I have returned with goodies.” No mistaking, that is John. My body instantly jolts, and I am sitting on the edge of my seat immediately. ‘Fucking Angela, she knows better.’

 

At that point, I just lose myself in thought about how I feel towards John. This man is scrumptious. I’d had a ‘thing’ for him since I met him. Normally I am not attracted to men with hairy chests. But DAMN, John has it going on. I can feel the area between my legs heating up just thinking about him with his shirt off. How I’d like to run my hands up and down his body. Move my lips across his chest. Drink in his scent. Just in the middle of my thought, I am startled by John standing over me and handing me a shot glass.

 

“What’s this?” I ask.

 

“Southern Comfort—Angela said you like to take shots of this.” ‘Yeah, good ol Angela.'

 

I accept the shot glass and notice that the others have one as well. Angela walks to the center of the room and holds up her glass. “Here’s to a hell of a night.”

 

The guys join her. I look at them, thinking they are completely off their rockers. But I join them anyway, holding up my glass. We all clack our glasses together and take our shots. MMMmmmm, ‘I really do love this stuff.' As the warmth of the Southern Comfort moves through my body, I sit and relax, feeling stress being lifted away. Sipping on my vodka until, 'wow,' I need another.

 

I make my way over to the bar Angela has set up and start to make myself a drink. John steps up beside me and offers to do that for me.

 

“No, that’s fine, thank you,” I politely decline. He looks at me and smiles. I return the smile and continue with my task, then make my way back to the love seat. After a couple of hours, games have been played. Charades has always been one of my party favorites.

 

I hear Angela scream out from the back room, “GINGER?” ‘Oh good lord, what now?’ I think.

 

Getting up, I make my way to her room, where she’s just pulling a robe over her shoulders. “Let’s go swimming,” she says.

 

“Ah, Angela, I didn’t bring a suit,” I inform her.

 

“Who said anything about a suit?” she said. “Let’s skinny dip it like we did when we were younger.”

 

Shaking my head, I lower it and find myself starting to giggle, remembering a time that she lost her top in the gravel pit. The gravel pit was a place where, of course, there was gravel. But there was one spot that gathered water from when the snow melted, and that was like the local place to swim. After a few moments of her begging me, I am nearing agreement when I suddenly remember what I had on under my dress. It’s this new string thong that I just had to have. Why I wore it I don’t know, but it feels wonderful. It’s just this thong made of stretch material that has two tiny balls on it. One that sits right at my clit and the other just down from that. Walking while wearing this thing is a magical experience. And I don’t want to take it off just to have it found.

 

‘Well, it won’t hurt to leave it on then; it’s not like they will SEE anything anyway.’ I grab the robe from Angela that she is offering to me and turn to head to the bathroom. There I change, taking off my dress and bra. Replacing them with the robe, being sure to leave my string thong on. The only part you can see is the part around my waist anyway, and that just makes it look like a waist chain. I take my dress and belongings to Angela’s room and place them on the chair beside her dresser. I take a quick look at myself, smile, and turn to walk out.

 

When I reached the pool, it was obvious that I had interrupted something because they all scattered and started splashing water at one another. I just chuckle and set the towel down on the lounger where I can grab it later when I get out. Slowly, I make my way over to the steps. Taking each one slowly, wondering if I wouldn’t mind the hot tub first. ‘Nah.’ I turn and get out.

 

“Ginger, come on,” Angela begs me.

 

“Oh, don’t worry, jeez, I am just going around to the other end.”

 

There at the deep end, I slide my robe off, and my eyes make contact with John’s, noticing the look of lust on his face just before I dive into the water. Down under the water, I am looking around. I notice John dive under and head my way. I smile at him. He smiles back. When he reaches me, he takes hold of my arms, and we both come up out of the water together. There, face to face, water dripping from our noses, he kisses me. Just a nice, tender, short kiss. It makes my whole body feel weak. ‘God, how I’ve thought about him kissing me so many times.’ With that, he turns and swims away, splashing water up at Todd as he passes him.

 

All of us were giggling like teenagers, splashing water, swimming, and yelling. Until Angela and I decide to head to the hot tub. Up out of the water, we make our way there.

 

“What on earth?” she questions me as she looks at my belly. I just smile and run a couple fingers down between my lips to spread them slightly so she can see. As I watch her eyes follow my hand, I notice her lick her lips, a stir inside me that I have never felt in all the thousands of times my friend has looked at me over the years.

 

“I, ah, you should get one,” I manage to sputter out. “It feels fantastic.”

 

“Oh, I just bet it does," Angela says as she continues to stare at my pussy. ‘God, her eyes on me like that are making me hot,’ I think. Just then the guys show up and notice where Angela is looking.

 

Todd growls in a low tone, “Well, come on, let us see too.” Before I even think clearly enough, I am spreading my pussy lips open in front of them all to have a look at the string thong I am wearing.

 

Angela’s eyes dart back up to mine as she slowly makes her way closer to me. “Can I feel?” she asks.

 

“Ah, feel?” I am puzzled; I think she’s asking me to take it off so she can wear it.

 

“Yeah, feel,” she says as she lowers her hand down my belly. A finger slips between my pussy lips.

 

The guys gasp softly in the back, “Can you believe that, man?” I hear Todd ask John.

 

“Ah,” is the only response I hear from John.

 

My eyes still gazing into Angela's. “Please, we shouldn’t do this; we’re friends.”

 

“Yeah,” she says, “and who do you trust more than me?”

 

She does have a point, I don’t trust. Not anyone, except her. Still, I feel weird. It is turning me on, but knowing the guys’ eyes are on us kind of weirds me out. I step back, and the back of my legs hits the seat in the tub. I feel myself fall back, sitting in the water, looking up at Angela.

 

“What’s going on here?” Todd asks.

 

“I, ah,” is about all that comes out of my mouth before I stand on the seat and turn to get myself out of the tub. As I am stepping up out of the water, I feel a hand grasp my ankle.

 

“Don’t,” she says pleadingly, “don’t leave; just stay, Ginger, please.”

 

I turn to look at her; she almost looks sad. I sit down on the edge of the tub and just look at her, not knowing what to say. Feeling the eyes of both men on us, waiting for what would happen next.

 

“I want to taste you,” Angela says. “I have wanted to for a long time; I just didn’t know how to approach you.”

 

“I…” stumbling for my words, “I didn’t know you swung that way, Angela.”

 

“I don’t, Ginger, but I want to experience it, and you are the only person I trust enough to do it with.”

 

I just sit there looking at her, not knowing what the hell to say. I am completely surprised. In all the time I have known her, I had no idea. Granted, I have always wondered what it would be like for myself. But I wasn’t ever really sure the opportunity would present itself.

 

I notice Todd whispering something to John; I can’t make it out, and that bothers me. My senses are on high at the moment, and I am aware of everything around me. Every noise, even a wisp of air that blew past me. My nipples are hard, sticking out; my pussy is hot and only getting wetter.

 

Just then I feel hands on my shoulders. I look up to see John standing there. “Lean back, Ginger.” He has brought over padding from one of the lounge chairs. That must have been what Todd whispered to John. They want to see this happen more than I want it to happen. Not that I am really surprised by that. I let John guide me back with his hands. Leaning back against the padding, I watch as Angela lowers herself to her knees in the water.

 

‘Oh god,’ the shock that goes shooting through my body, making me quiver, is unreal. Like nothing I have ever felt or experienced before in my life. I don’t know how it happens, but all of a sudden both men are kneeling beside each other, holding one of my shoulders. When I look up at each of them, I feel Angela’s hot breath between my legs. ‘Oh god.’ Softly and slowly, I feel her tongue licking at my pussy. Around the lips, on the lips, between the lips. Every time she licks, I sigh out. How wonderful it feels. The tip of her tongue teases my clit and my whole body jumps. Soon she has hold of my hips from under my thighs, and her nose is pushing against my clit. I feel her tongue diving in and out of my wet cunt.

 

“FUCK YES!” I can’t help but scream out. It feels so amazing. Todd and John are standing on either side of me when I look up. Cocks in hand, pumping as they watch. Which only makes my pussy wetter. Angela must feel the flood because she moans just as I feel the wetness increase.

 

“Yes, Angela…please facef-uck me,” I beg her.

 

The world starts spinning as I stop caring who is there and what is happening. I just want that feeling she is giving me. And each time I look up at Todd and John, I gasp out. Fuck, I want to feel their hot cum all over me. "YES!” I shout. “I want you guys to cum all over me, cover me in your cum,” I demand.

 

When Angela hears that, her grip on my waist tightens, and her tongue starts moving faster. I can’t stop bucking against her face. Grabbing hold of her hair, I scream, “Fucking lick me, you bitch. AHHHHHHHHHHHHH… oh god, now I’m going to cum.” No sooner are those words out of my mouth when Todd and John both start spewing their cum onto my face and on my tits. I start to smear it all over me, wanting to be covered in it. Shot after hot shot, they empty every drop onto my naked body. Angela’s humming on my pussy is making me cum harder than I have ever cum in my life.

 

“I...” fumbling for my words like before. “I want to do that for you one day, Angela; it was amazing.”