Chapter 1: The Party Ignites
I never thought I’d be the kind of guy to get off on watching my girlfriend steal the spotlight, but here I am, heart pounding, palms sweaty, as Joyce sways her hips in the middle of the college hall. The party’s in full swing, a chaotic blur of cheap beer, thumping bass, and the kind of reckless energy only a room full of horny eighteen-year-olds can muster. We’ve both had a few too many, the buzz of alcohol loosening our inhibitions, making the air between us crackle with something dangerous.
Joyce catches my eye from across the room, her smirk sharp enough to cut glass. ‘You gonna stand there gawking, Colin, or are you gonna enjoy the show?’ she teases, her voice carrying over the crowd’s cheers. She’s wearing this tight little black dress that hugs every curve, and I can already feel myself getting hard just thinking about what’s underneath.
‘Don’t tempt me, babe,’ I shoot back, trying to play it cool even though my voice wavers. ‘You know I’m shy, but I’m not blind.’
She laughs, a throaty sound that sends a jolt straight to my cock. ‘Shy? Please. I see that look in your eyes. You want me to strip for all these boys, don’t you?’ She steps closer to the center of the room, the crowd parting like she’s some kind of queen. ‘Admit it, Colin. You’d love to see me bare-ass naked, right here, right now.’
My throat goes dry, but I manage a nod. ‘Hell yeah, I would. But you’re crazy if you think I’m not gonna be jealous as fuck.’
‘Jealous?’ She arches a brow, her fingers teasing the hem of her dress. ‘Baby, you’re gonna be begging for more by the time I’m done.’ And with that, she starts to move, slow and deliberate, peeling the fabric up inch by inch. The crowd hoots and hollers, but her eyes are locked on mine, daring me to look away. The dress slides over her thighs, revealing lace panties that make my pulse race. She’s dripping with confidence, and I’m sweating just watching her.
‘Damn, Joyce,’ I mutter under my breath, shifting uncomfortably as my jeans get tighter. ‘You’re gonna kill me.’
‘Not yet, lover boy,’ she quips, tossing her dress to the side with a wink. Now she’s in nothing but that lace, her skin glowing under the dim lights, and the room feels like it’s on fire. A couple of guys edge closer, their eyes hungry, and I brace myself for the sting of jealousy. But instead, there’s this weird, electric thrill buzzing through me.
‘Hey, big shots,’ Joyce calls out to them, her voice dripping with sass. ‘Think you can handle me? Step up, or step off.’ She’s not asking permission—she’s commanding, and damn if it isn’t the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. One guy, a cocky frat type, grins and moves in, whispering something in her ear. She laughs, loud and fearless, then turns to me with a glint in her eye.
‘Watch and learn, Colin,’ she says, her tone pure challenge. ‘I’m just getting started.’ And as she pulls the guy closer, her hands roaming with purpose, I realize I’m not just okay with this—I’m fucking turned on. My breath’s coming fast, my body aching, and I know the night’s about to explode in ways I never imagined.
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