Chapter 3
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"The rest of the week Jack and I were texting all the time. We had agreed to meet up Saturday night and I was so excited to see him! Not just because he has woken up some s****l side of me, but because I really enjoyed spending time with him.
We were going to one of his mates house parties. I wore thigh high black tights, a short black skirt and a tucked in baggy t-shirt. It didn't show of my boobs as much as I normally do but it made my legs and arse look great.
He came to pick me up and I hopped into his car and kissed his cheek.
"You look amazing!" I told me, which I liked because I spent about two hours getting ready.
"Thank you, you too." I said back to him. He was in black, ripped jeans and a well fit t-shirt.
We got to the party and I was really happy when he held my hand to walk in. I was introduced to a few of his mates, they all seemed really nice. Proper lads, lads but they were funny. A lot of them were pretty cute to be fair, a very good looking group of mates.
There were not many women at the party which I thought was weird. Also I noticed there seemed to be a group of men talking to each girl.
Jack wasn't drinking because he was driving, so I decided to have a sober night as well.
We started off just sitting and chatting, I spoke to a lot of his mates and they all made me feel so welcome and like I was part of their friendship group. After a short while of having Jack's hand resting on my thigh I started to think about that night with him and I found myself getting turned on.
Wanting to show myself as confident I got up and sat on his lap, wrapped my arms around him and leaned in for a kiss.
I opened my mouth and pushed my tongue into his as he grabbed my thigh and arse. I didn't really care that people could see up doing this, I was just lost in the moment of making out with him.
This went on for a while, I was getting really turned on and part of me was thinking of taking him to the bathroom to f**k, but I wasn't that sort of girl.
We got up and went into the middle of the massive living room where everyone was dancing. I don't know what had gotten into me but I was properly grinding myself onto Jack. I could feel his hard c**k pressing against me and I loved that I was turning him on so much.
I turned around and started to make out with him again, pushing myself into him to feel his c**k on my stomach.
The party was busy so I thought we could've gotten lost in the crowd as we made out.
After that I was a horny mess, every now and again I would reach down and grab his c**k, feeling him rock hard in his jeans and he would just smile back at me.
We carried on dancing there for a while, that was when I started to feel other people start to grab my arse and feel me up.
I didn't mind, if anything it actually turned me on knowing these men wanted me. I looked up at Jack and he just smiled back at me, clearly not bothered that his mates are feeling me up. So, I let it happen.
We kept dancing and I kept feeling different pairs of hands grabbing my arse.
I turned back to Jack and leaned in to make out with him, feeling like a completely horny mess. Then I felt a pair of hands go up my skirt and grab onto my bare arse cheeks.
I let out a moan into Jack's mouth, knowing full well it wasn't his hands because he had one hand on my face and another on my tit.
The stranger who was grabbing my arse suddenly moved, then I felt his body pressing up behind me. I was suddenly sandwiched between Jack and someone I couldn't see. Although, I could feel both of their hard c***s pressing at my front and back.
Ooohhh god, Lola what are you doing?! I thought as I allowed both these men grind themselves on me.
I stopped kissing Jack and jet let out a moan when I felt someone grabbing my t**s. I was too horny and letting this get out of hand, but I couldn't stop it.
"Oooohhh!" I moaned loudly when I felt a hand move up my skirt, pull my thong to one side and a finger was pushed deep into my wet p***y.
I don't know what turned me on more, that I was getting fingered so publicly, or that I didn't know who was fingering me.
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