My New Life 3: The Housewarming Party - Sex Stories

My New Life 3: The Housewarming Party

... was looking for. I found my sock and boxer drawer, and rather than putting on the first one I could find, I looked for a specific pair. “There you are,” I said grinning. It was a pair of dark orange boxers with black stripes. “Tiger stripes," I said to myself. I figured Clara would get a kick out of these. I pulled them on and adjusted my hardon so that it would be more difficult to notice. I put on a pair of jeans and a random t-shirt before hurrying to answer the door which had been ringing almost non-stop. Hoping I looked presentable, I opened the door. “Felix!” Sophie exclaimed, “How’s the new place?” “Was the bed okay?” Abbie smirked. “Or did it take a while to get to sleep?” I had known that I'd be on the receiving end of a lot of teasing, but they made me blush a lot earlier than I’d expected. In the end I ignored both questions. “Sorry it took me so long to get to the door,” I apologized. “I wasn’t finished in the shower and Clara still isn’t ready yet.” I left out the part about showering together. If they didn’t know, I sure as hell wasn’t going to tell them. “Come inside.” I stepped aside to allow them into the apartment. “I’m sure you did,” Sophie laughed at my ever increasing embarrassment. After I closed the door behind them, she asked, “So?” “So?” I echoed. She crossed her arms instead of actually asking the question. That gave me the idea to mess with her. “So... sew buttons on a balloon get a big bang out of it?” “He’s got you there, Sophie,” Abbie giggled ...

... as she elbowed her friend in the ribs. “What do you mean? He just admitted there was some big bangin’ going on last night.” Sophie grinned triumphantly. “And probably this morning too, if I had to guess. Oh, I must be right!” She said as she pointed at my face. “See, he’s blushing even more now!” “Alright,” I conceded, “but that’s enough out of the peanut gallery for now. We can talk later while we unpack.” “But I have so many questions,” Sophie protested.”How many times did you do it? What positions? Did you take care of her needs? Did you eat her out? Did the two of you talk dirty? What was your favorite-” “C’mon,” Abbie pulled Sophie out of the kitchen and over to a stack of boxes. “Let’s get to work.” “But-” Sophie stammered. “Felix said we could talk while we unpacked,” Abbie said. It wasn’t long after we opened the first box before Sophie prompted me once again, “So?” “We already went over the balloon thing,” I stated neutrally. “Oh no you don’t!” she snapped. “You said we could talk while we unpacked, and I’m going to hold you to that.” I’d known it wasn’t going to be that simple to escape from their questions, but I still wasn’t entirely comfortable talking about it. Abbie might let me spill the beans at my own pace, but Sophie was not known for her patience. She was relentless when pursuing something she wanted. Whether it was a man, a new pair of shoes, or simply information, Sophie didn't rest until she got what she truly wanted. Still I had to try. “Sophie,” I said ...