Afterparty - Sex Stories

Afterparty

... table."

"Yes," Jessica groaned, her back curving and her eyes sliding half-shut like she was already imagining his dick sliding into her. "Oh, fuck, babe, I need it. I've been thinking about you fucking me all night."

"Yeah?" Lane grinned and placed a hand on her thigh, rubbing her sensitive skin through the thin fabric of her dress. Jessica's eyelids fluttered and her knees fell open a bit.

A sharp tap on the car window made them both jump. Jessica squeaked and quickly pressed her knees together again, sitting up straight.

Lane turned and rolled the window down. Brent, one of his long-time friends and a guest at the party, shoved his head halfway into the car through the open window.

"Hey. Hey. I just wanted to say congratulations again. You guys are such--such a beautiful couple," Brent slurred happily. He'd had a few too many shots towards the end of the party.

"Thank you, Brent," Jessica said.

"Thanks, buddy. Wasn't Derek driving you home?" Lane asked.

"Yeah," Brent said, smiling widely, and didn't elaborate. A second later, Derek jogged up behind him and wrapped an arm around Brent's shoulders.

"Sorry, he got away from me. Come on, Brent, party's over," he said, extricating Brent from the car window.

"I just wanted to say con...congraduations," Brent protested. Jessica turned away and put a hand to her mouth to hide a laugh. "That's my best friend. That guy is my best friend. He's such a good guy. And Jessica's so...cool."

"Yeah, I ...

... know. He's my best friend too, Brent, and we all like Jessica. Come on," Derek said, herding him away from the car. "Congrats, guys."

"Thanks, Derek," Lane said.

He leaned out the window and watched until Brent and Derek were loaded into Derek's car, then rolled his window up and looked at Jessica. She looked back at him, her face flushed red and her eyes bright with laughter. He raised his eyebrows at her. "Roll up your dress."

The smirk of amusement dropped off her face and her eyes darkened with arousal again.

She bit her lip and glanced around--scouting for any more drunken interlopers, probably--but started to roll up the hem of her dress, exposing her creamy thighs and then her black lacy panties. She tended to wear a lot of dark colors these days when it came to underwear; they made it less obvious how wet she was.

Lane pulled out of the parking lot and got on the road. Jessica wriggled in her seat.

Once they were on a fairly straight, empty stretch, he reached over with his right hand and slid it between her thighs, caressing her soft skin. Jessica immediately groaned and spread her legs wider.

"You're so fucking wet," Lane muttered as he pressed his fingers against her sopping panties. Jessica just gasped wordlessly and ground forward into his hand, so he slipped his fingers past the elastic to reach her hot, dripping slit.

Jessica shivered. "Oh, fuck. Oh, Christ, babe, I need your cock so bad."

"Yeah? Here? This is where you want it?" Lane ...