Chapter 5: The Party Gets Started

It was almost another hour later and I was starting to wonder what the story was when someone knocked at the door. Unsure of who it was, I didn’t say anything until I heard Brian outside calling me name. I opened the door and he was there with a beer in his hand and a shit-eating grin on his face.

“Well, you ready?”

By now I had settled down and WAS actually quite ready. If anything, the time spent alone had given me the chance to think more about what I would do once I went down the stairs into what was the equivalent, you might say, of a lion’s den except in this case it was more like wolves. I gave Brian a naughty grin and a wink and followed him out into the hallway. The noise level rose as we neared the stairs and I started to wonder just how many guys were down there.

“OK, wait here until you hear me call you down,” Brian whispered, hardly necessary as nobody could have heard him over the ruckus. I clutched my coat and waited nervously as he bounded down the carpeted steps and stood at the bottom of the landing.

“Hey you fuckers, it’s time for poor Bobby here to have his last chance as a free man! “ I saw him point to someone out of sight, apparently the guest of honor. “Hey Bobby, remember Miss Donnelly from school? Oh don’t look so innocent, how many times did you jerk off over her after school!”

Everyone laughed and Brian waited for them to settle down - a relative term in this situation, then continued his introduction, “Well Bobby, you don’t have to stroke it any more ... here she is!”

With that he pointed up at me and I took my cue and unhurriedly walked down the stairs, allowing myself to appear at a tantalizingly slow rate. I was completely covered at the time by my coat with only the bottoms of my calves showing along with the high heels and black hose. It suddenly dawned on me that I’d left out an important piece of the costume - glasses, but I doubted anyone was looking at my face anyway.

I quickly took in the room, counting only eight guys in all - not nearly as many as I was expecting from the decibel level earlier. It was easy to pick out the future groom. Bobby was sitting in an overstuffed chair, something that looked from a refugee from the Goodwill store (and probably was). He was holding a beer in one hand but the thing that grabbed my attention was damn, he was a hunk! As gross as his brother might be, Bobby was obviously the “good” brother of the family, although I had no idea that other members there might be.

The rest of the guys didn’t look all that bad either, just your typical group of men that looked to range from maybe their early twenties to thirties. There wasn’t anyone who looked to be too young while at the same time, no fathers either.

“Hi Bobby, ready for some lessons?” I purred as I approached him. Standing in front of him, the rest of the guys quickly moved their chairs in a sort of lopsided circle with Bobby at one end. I just ignored them for the time being, focusing completely on Bobby - not too hard to do with his rugged looks, close- cropped dark hair, and what looked to be already a bulge in his pants.

“Oh yeah, time for school!” one of them crowed as the rest of them quieted down a bit, waiting to see what would happen.

Taking my cue from Brian’s intro, I leaned over and wagged my finger at Bobby, “You’ve been a bad boy after school, haven’t you, playing with yourself and thinking of me?”

Surprisingly, Bobby actually seemed a little embarrassed, his face reddening a bit as if he was a bit self-conscious about all this talk of him masturbating. Well, maybe not so surprising after all. I’ve found that while men will joke about “jerking off”, “stroking”, and such euphemisms, they seldom like to actually discuss themselves masturbating. By the same token, they all seem to love watching a girl do herself, but when it comes to putting their hand on their own dick in front of me, very few men seem to be comfortable doing it.

It wasn’t my job to make him uncomfortable so I dropped that line of talk and started to slowly unbutton my coat. “You don’t mind if I stay a while, do you?” I asked, looking around a the rest of them as if I needed their approval as well. That created a momentary pandemonium as they all joined in to assure me yes indeed, I was more than welcome to stay all night - with obvious implications.

Slowly I allowed the coat to drop off my shoulders and then I slipped one arm out and then the other. Handing the coat to one of the guys, I stood there with my hands on my hips, my weight on one foot as I looked back at the groom. “I was told you liked this outfit ... what do you think of it?”

Bobby just shook his head in disbelief. I was pretty sure his expectations were that under the coat would be much less - maybe just a garter for all I knew, or something similarly revealing. When was the last time a stripper took off her long coat and looked like a schoolteacher (and NOT a naughty one from their fantasies)?

I slowly walked around the circle, not quite strutting but authoritatively, taking control of the room. Suddenly music started to play and I instantly recognized the song - one of my favorites actually; “Doncha” by the Pussycat Dolls. It was a little early for such a song but it got the guys going which was what mattered. It was also loud enough that I didn’t have to keep up the dialog, which was just fine with me. I was here to tease and show off, not audition for a play.

As the music played, I started to slowly dance, letting my hips move and my hands to run down my sides and then over my hips and ass. As conservative as the outfit was, they couldn’t see any more than they would at church but I definitely wasn’t dancing like it was Sunday morning. I had plenty of time so there was no point in rushing into anything. I knew the longer I stayed fully dressed, the more anxious they would get and the more impact it would have when I finally started to reveal myself to them.

As I slowly made my way around the circle, the guys would reach out and try to touch my butt or even reach under my dress to which I would playfully slap their hands to step away. The ones who kept their hands to themselves were rewarded by a touch on their face or shoulder and a personal smile from me. They were getting a bit antsy so it was time to get down to business. Standing back in the middle, facing Bobby, I slowly hiked the dress up, revealing more of my hose-covered legs until it was about mid-thigh level. I reached down and rubbed my hands over my thighs and claves, leaning over without bending my knees so my ass stuck out behind me. The just as I started to pull it up higher, I let it drop and shook my finger at him, as if to say, “what are you looking at?”

“Show some tit!” I heard Brian call out, followed by others asking for other parts of me to be revealed as well.

Well, they would just have to wait! I reached up and unbuttoned the top button of the dress under my neck, followed slowly by the next few until it was open down to my cleavage. Rather than show them anymore, I cupped my boobs in my hands and smiled.

“Keep going!” someone encouraged me but for the moment, I just hefted my boobs with my two hands and then ever-so-slowly massaged them. The smile on my face wasn’t just for show - it felt good!

Turning around, I leaned over again, putting both hands on one ankle and then bringing them both up together, caressing my calve and then my thigh as my hands moved up, bringing the bottom of the dress with them. More and more of my leg appeared until finally the dress was up to the bottom of my rear and with a quick flip, I tossed it up to reveal my bottom to them. At that point they could see I was just wearing hose - not pantyhose, plus the sexy panties. No doubt they could have done without the panties but that was exactly why I was wearing them - to torment them for as long as possible.

Standing up again, the dress once again dropped to cover me up, much to the disappointment of the group but I had their full attention now. Moving closer to Bobby, I straddled his legs and then turned around and sat on his lap, rubbing my butt into his crotch through our clothes. His hands reached around me and landed on my upper thighs, ribbing me through the dress covering them. He started to try and pull it up but I pushed his hands down, keeping him from his goal. He then tried a new approach, running up to my boobs and grabbing one in each hand. This time I allowed it, until he tried to unbutton me more at which point I once again thwarted him. he grabbed them again and I allowed him to play with them while his buddies watched, their eyes fixated on my chest.

Pushing his hands away, I got up off his lap and turned around. Leaning over, I whispered in his ear, “Take my panties off but don’t lift my dress up too much, OK?”

He grinned wickedly at me as I gave him a peck on the cheek and stood back up again. The other guys couldn’t have heard what I said but they quickly got the picture as Bobby leaned forward and reached under my dress. I felt his hands move up my legs until he got to my crotch. I slapped at him through my dress and wagged my finger at him.

“Now now, that wasn’t your homework assignment. Do you want detention?”

Probably he did, if it meant being detained by me, but that was beside the point. He shrugged his shoulders and looked at the guys as if to say, “Hey I tried!” His hand moved under my dress to my sides, gripping the panties. The dress was up to my knees by now but otherwise, all the other guys could see were the outline of his hands underneath as he wasted no time in pulling my panties down to my ankles. I stepped out of them and he waved them around like a prize for the others to cheer about.

It made me feel a little naughty to be standing there in front of them all, knowing that they now knew I was bare under the dress, at least so far as my bottom was concerned. Bobby passed my panties around like it was Show and Tell. More than a few of them couldn’t resist putting them to their face, trying to get a sniff of my pussy.

With those out of the way, it was time to give some of the others some attention. There wasn’t any real rhyme or reason to who to choose so I just stepped to the side and picked the guy next to Bobby. He seemed to be one of the older guys and I straddled his legs, sitting on his lap as I put my hands on his shoulders and ground my ass into his lap. His hands immediately went to my bottom, cupping each ass cheek in one hand as he squeezed my bottom. It actually felt good and I wiggled my butt for him to show my appreciation before moving on to the next guy. He was a little more ambitious, trying to reach down under my dress but it wasn’t time for that - yet. I waved a finger at him to say he was naughty and moved on. This guy took his cue from the first one and again my ass got a nice massage for which he also was rewarded in the same way.