First Time

Brianna stepped through the door of the house party and was immediately hit with a wave of noise and energy. The air was thick with the sound of laughter, music, and chatter as people of all shapes and sizes mingled and drank. The room was packed to the brim with young adults, all eager to enjoy their Friday night.

As she made her way through the crowd, Brianna couldn’t help but feel a little overwhelmed. She had never been to a party quite like this before, with so many people and so much going on. But she had promised her friends she would come, and she didn’t want to let them down.

Dressed in a cute crop top and high-waisted jeans, Brianna tried to blend in as best she could. She wasn’t the most outgoing person, but she hoped that a few drinks would help her relax and have some fun.

As she scanned the room, Brianna caught the eye of a few guys who smiled and nodded in her direction. She blushed, feeling a little self-conscious, but also secretly pleased that she was getting some attention. Maybe tonight wouldn’t be so bad after all.

Brianna took a red plastic cup from the table and filled it with the punch. She took a sip and wrinkled her nose. It was way too sweet, but at least it would help her relax. She took another sip, and then another, feeling the alcohol starting to loosen her up.

She saw her friends across the room and made her way over to them, swaying slightly as she walked. They hugged and chatted, catching up on the latest gossip. Brianna felt happy and carefree, enjoying the music and the buzz of the party.

As the night wore on, Brianna started to attract more attention from the guys at the party. They approached her with cheesy pick-up lines and flattery, but she wasn’t interested in anything serious. She danced with a few of them, feeling their hands on her waist, but it was all harmless fun.

One guy in particular, a tall, muscular guy with a chiseled jaw, kept trying to get her attention. He offered to buy her a drink, told her how beautiful she was, and even tried to get her to come back to his place. Brianna politely declined, telling him she wasn’t interested in a one-night stand. He shrugged and moved on to the next girl.

As the night wore on, Brianna found herself getting more and more drunk. She stumbled a little as she made her way up the stairs to the bedroom the host had offered her. When she got there, she collapsed onto the bed, feeling dizzy and disoriented.

A few minutes later, the door opened and the host, a tall, lanky guy with shaggy brown hair, poked his head in.

“Hey, Brianna,” he said. “Are you doing okay?”

Brianna sat up, feeling a little embarrassed.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” she said. “Just a little drunk.”

The host smiled sympathetically.

“Lay down for a bit, okay?” he said. “You can crash here if you want.”

Brianna nodded gratefully and lay back down. As the host closed the door and left her alone, she closed her eyes and let the music and the noise of the party fade away. She was grateful for the chance to rest, and she knew that she would feel better in the morning.

Brianna lay in bed, her head spinning from the booze. The thumping music downstairs was loud and obnoxious, but she couldn’t bring herself to care. She was content to lie there in the dark, enjoying the sensations of the night.

She thought about the guys who had hit on her, their hands on her waist, their lips close to hers. She wasn’t interested in any of them, but she couldn’t help feeling a little flattered by their attention.

Suddenly, the door to the bedroom crept open, and Brianna’s heart leapt into her throat. She heard someone sneaking in, their footsteps light and furtive. She opened her eyes just a crack and saw a shadowy figure moving toward the bed.

Brianna tensed, wondering what was going to happen. She didn’t want to cause a scene, but she also didn’t want to be taken advantage of. She lay there, pretending to be asleep, hoping that whoever it was would go away.

The figure reached the bed and leaned over her. Brianna could feel their breath on her cheek, their presence looming over her. She tried to stay calm, keeping her breathing even and slow.

And then, just as suddenly as they had appeared, the figure retreated. Brianna heard the door creak open and shut, and then she was alone again. Brianna lay there, her mind wandering as she tried to make sense of what had just happened. She couldn’t shake the feeling that whoever it was had been there for a reason, that they had wanted something from her.

As she lay there, her thoughts began to turn dark, imagining what it would have been like if the person had actually escalated. She tried to push those thoughts away, but she found herself becoming strangely aroused by the idea of it.

Gingerly, hesitatingly, she reached down to touch herself. She felt the wetness between her legs, and she realized that she was already more turned on than she had ever been. As she touched herself, she became wetter and wetter, the sensation building inside her.

And then, just as she was about to peak, she heard the door open again. Brianna froze, not sure what to do. She knew that she should get up and confront whoever it was, but she couldn’t bring herself to move. She pretended to be asleep, hoping that whoever it was would just leave her alone.

But as she lay there, pretending to be asleep, she heard footsteps moving closer to the bed. She could feel the weight of someone sitting down beside her, their hand brushing against her thigh.

Brianna’s heart raced as she realized what was happening. She knew that she should fight back, that she should push the person away, but she couldn’t bring herself to move.

Instead, she lay there, paralyzed, as the person began to touch her. She felt their fingers moving over her body, exploring her curves, and she realized that she was getting wetter and wetter.

And then, just as suddenly as it had started, it was over. Brianna heard the door creak open and shut, and then she was alone again.

Brianna lay there trembling, her mind racing with confusion and arousal. She had never been touched like that before, and she didn’t understand why she had pretended to be asleep. Was it fear? Or something else entirely?

As she lay there, she became increasingly aware of how turned on she was. She could feel her nipples poking at her crop top, and as much as she tried, she couldn’t resist sliding a hand down and rubbing herself through her jeans.

She edged herself for what felt like an eternity, unable to bring herself to climax. The party was still raucous and loud, and she couldn’t help but wonder if anyone else had heard what had happened.

And then, once again, the stranger came into the room. Brianna hurriedly closed her eyes, pretending to be asleep once more. She heard the sound of the door locking, and her heart raced with fear and anticipation.

The man approached her bed, and Brianna could feel his eyes on her. She lay there, her breath caught in her throat, unsure of what to do.

“Hey, are you awake?” the man whispered, his voice low and urgent.

Brianna remained still, pretending to be asleep, but she could feel the man shaking her gently at first, and then harder, trying to see if she would rouse.

She held her breath, her heart pounding in her chest, as the man continued to touch her. Gently at first, his hands explored her body over her clothes, tracing the curves of her hips and thighs.

Brianna fought the urge to respond to his touch, to let him know that she was awake, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it. She didn’t understand why she was pretending to be asleep, but she couldn’t stop.

The man’s hand moved up to her chest, and Brianna could feel his fingers brushing against the fabric of her crop top. He lingered there for a moment, tracing circles around her nipples, and Brianna couldn’t help but let out a soft moan.

The man froze, and Brianna held her breath, wondering if he had realized that she was awake. But after a moment, he continued, his touch becoming more urgent and insistent.

Brianna felt herself getting wetter and wetter as the man’s hands moved over her body, and she wondered what it would be like to give in, to let him take her.

But she couldn’t bring herself to do it. She didn’t know this man, and she didn’t know what he wanted from her.

As the man continued to touch her, Brianna began to feel a sense of dread creeping over her. She didn’t know how long she could keep up the charade of pretending to be asleep, and she didn’t know what would happen if the man realized that she was awake.

She lay there, her mind racing with fear and uncertainty, as the man’s hands explored her body, touching her in ways that she had never been touched before. The man’s touch became more insistent, his fingers sliding under the fabric of her crop top to play with her breasts. Brianna’s heart was pounding in her chest as he leaned in and kissed her, his lips soft and gentle against hers.

She remained still, pretending to be asleep, as the man explored her body with his hands and mouth. She could feel his fingers tracing the curve of her waist, and then moving up to her breasts, kneading them gently through the fabric of her bra.

As he continued to touch her, Brianna could feel her body responding, her nipples growing hard and sensitive under his touch. She couldn’t believe that this was happening, that she was lying here, pretending to be asleep, while a man she didn’t know touched her in ways she had never experienced before.

The man pulled back from the kiss, his breath hot against her skin, and Brianna could feel his fingers fumbling with the straps of her crop top. He maneuvered her ‘sleeping’ body around, carefully lifting her arms to remove the top and leaving her in her bra.

Brianna’s heart was pounding as the man continued to touch her, exploring her body with his hands and mouth. She could feel his fingers tracing the curve of her waist, and then moving up to her breasts, kneading them gently through the fabric of her bra.