Party

Party

Fiona was washed and adorned in a cute but modest dress when Elyssa and Gretchen arrived in a limo to take her to the party.

Fiona mostly just talked with classmates at the party - sometimes her friends, and sometimes people that she didn’t know well. The punch was alcoholic, but Fiona was only sipping here and there, so it had no impact on her state of mind.

Adam didn’t see any of the other comic club kids at the party. He guessed that they weren’t high enough on the social ladder to have been invited. Still, he wondered what they would be telling people about Fifi. Was their freaky sex act a secret of the comic club, or did Fiona have a reputation as a dirty girl? She wasn’t a slut, he figured - she hadn’t actually touched any of their cocks herself. She was just ... kinky. And maybe not even that: maybe what they had done could be excused as a misguided tribute to Japanese culture.

None of Fiona’s conversations with the boys at the party had been especially noteworthy until Steve found her. “Hi Fiona,” he said as he approached her.

“Hi Steve,” she replied flatly.

“I was hoping you’d be here,” the boy said. “I was hoping we could re-connect - you know, finish up what we started last time?” Steve was a good-looking guy: sandy brown hair and green eyes with a masculine face.

“What are you talking about?” Fiona said with a hint of frustration.

“Come on - just come talk to me in private, okay?” Steve asked.

Fiona relented and the two went into one of the house’s bedrooms. As soon as the door was closed, Steve dropped his pants and started stroking his cock.

“Steve, what are you doing?” Fiona said frustratedly. “We’re broken up.” Despite herself, Fiona started as Steve’s dick stiffened before her.

“You promised me some break-up sex,” Steve said with a smile. “I’m cashing in that voucher.”

“I didn’t promise you anything - I said maybe. And that was just to get you to stop crying,” Fiona explained.

“Yeah, well, you left me with a serious case of blue balls, and I’ve literally been in pain ever since,” Steve said. “Just let me do you one more time.”

“I don’t owe you anything,” Fiona said. “Anyway, I’ve got a new boyfriend now.”

“And I’m happy for you,” Steve said. His tone suddenly shifted from confrontational to vulnerable. “Look, Fi, I know it sounds fake, but I honestly believe that this is the only way I’ll ever have closure. I mean, how could a guy ever get over you?”

Fiona stared again as Steve’s hand moved lazily over his erection. Despite herself, she did feel a tingling in her lower body.

“If I give you head,” Fiona began, the words sounding shocking in her little-girl voice, “do you promise to let it go? We’ll just be friends?”

“I promise!” Steve said excitedly.

Fiona gestured toward the bed with her head. Steve sat on the edge and Fiona got on her knees in front of him.

At first she just took Steve’s cock in her hand and stroked it a couple times. Adam was having trouble with the idea that he was handling another man’s junk. The fact that it felt enormous in her small hand didn’t help. But it felt good to squeeze it and massage it. It felt like that’s what he wanted his hand to do.