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Finally, the day had arrived the one we’d been dreading and secretly planning for: Claire’s birthday. At least this time, we weren’t doing

some over-the-top weekend getaway. Just a chill night in with drinks at her place. I had a quick meeting with Claire’s sister, then we were

heading to Claire’s by nine.

The age-old question haunted me: jeans or a dress? Ugh. I could already hear Sammie or Claire’s voice in my head, giving me style advice. It was chilly outside, definitely not a bare-leg night. Jeans it was. I hopped in the shower, the hot water soothing my nerves as Jess chatted with Chloe and Sammie lounged, eyes glued to football.

“Sammie, can I get a vodka, babe?”

“Of course,” he called back. “Double? Could be a long night.”

I sighed dramatically, but smiled. The night was unpredictable but one thing was certain: I’d just gotten waxed, and I was hypersensitive in

all the right ways. I didn’t tell Sammie. Let that be my little secret... for now. I slid a teasing finger under my jeans and panties

just the lightest brush, and shivers spread through me.

Sammie appeared with my drink. I took it with a smirk, already imagining what he’d do to me later when he realized just how turned on I already was.

Naughty girl, I thought to myself.

“Oh my god, look at the time!” I gasped.

Ever the sweetheart, Sammie offered us a lift. As we pulled up to the hotel, he reached over and stroked my thigh. “You look so fucking hot, Heather.”

I leaned in, letting my hand find the hardening bulge in his jeans. “I’ve got a surprise for you later,” I whispered, pressing a kiss over his jeans. His jaw dropped as I slid out of the car, feeling his eyes burn into me.

Inside, the place was full of beautiful chaos music, laughter, and way too much male eye-candy. I giggled as I joined the girls, drink in hand, trying not to let my mind wander to filthy places… but it did. Who had the best package under those jeans? Which one would I drop to my knees for?

Claire’s mates had already secured two bottles of fizz, and we were deep into flirty giggles when we realized shit we were supposed to be at Claire’s already.

We downed our drinks, getting a few cheeky whistles as we passed. I couldn’t resist my hand “accidentally” grazed a few perfect asses on the way out. One guy opened the door for us, and I traced his bulge through his jeans, blowing him a kiss as thanks. His stunned face was priceless.

Once we reached Claire’s place, the door was already unlocked. Strange. We stepped into the warm living room soft lighting, four glasses on the table, and a bottle of bubbly chilling in ice. She wasn’t here. But it was obvious this setup was for us.

One of the girls popped the cork and poured. I was about to text Claire when I noticed an envelope resting on the mantle. Girls, please open. My curiosity piqued.

I read the note aloud, heart pounding as the room went silent:

“Hey girls, thanks for coming it means the world. I had to nip out, but enjoy the fizz and relax. My new guy swears he gives the best head a woman’s ever had. Naturally, I told him we needed proof. So… he’s chained upstairs, waiting to pleasure each of you. Let me know what you think.

I’m off to sample his friend rumor has it he’s packing eight inches soft. Have fun! Love.

Stunned silence. Then giggles. Then wide-eyed stares. We all sipped our drinks in sync, lips wet with bubbles and maybe a little curiosity.

Claire’s loudmouth mate slammed her glass down. “Well, I’m going to check if it’s real.”

We

listened to her footsteps climb the stairs… silence… then a moan.

A very satisfied moan. One of the girls squeaked, “Guess he’s real… and talented.”

My heart was thudding. I was tingling. I hadn’t even touched myself, but my body was ready. When Claire’s friend reappeared flushed, breathless, and holding her panties in her hand I didn’t think.

I moved.

“My turn,” I said, standing and heading for the stairs.

I didn’t even process what I was doing. The door upstairs was ajar, warm light spilling into the hall. I peeked inside. And there he was chained to the bed, completely naked, his cock rock hard, a faint trail of hair drawing the eye straight down to it. My breath caught. My pussy clenched.

He looked up. “Hey. You must be Heather. Want to help me out of these?”

I smirked, stepping inside. “I heard you were good at something else.”

He grinned. “I try.”

“Oh, don’t worry,” I murmured, unbuttoning my jeans, “I’ll let you prove it.”

My panties were soaked dragged halfway down by my jeans, practically dripping with anticipation. I caught the look in his eyes and felt his cock twitch. I reached for it, teasing the tip with my finger, smearing the precum over my lips. “

Let’s see what that mouth of yours can really do.”