She’s a party girl

The best peek I ever stole happened one night
when I was up late partying with my friend Alex,
smoking in his bedroom and talking bullshit. His
parents were out of town, and we were taking
advantage of the luxury. After three years of
college life, we knew what it felt like to be poor.
Two days with unlimited access to a bar stocked
with liquor and a kitchen stuffed with food was
damn close to paradise to us.

That afternoon, Alex and I were lounging by his
pool when I heard girls’ voices inside the house
and turned to look.

“Who’s that?” I asked Alex.

“Sister,” he said, taking a sip from his bourbon
and coke. “She goes to State.”

“Oh,” I said, picking up my drink for a sip.

“She’s hardly around when she comes home. In and
out,” said Alex, and as he predicted, the girls
disappeared and were soon forgotten.

We went to a party that night, saw a few people,
but it was one of those nights when absolutely
nothing seemed to be happening, so we went back
to Alex’s house. About one-thirty, we were pul-
ling bongs in his bedroom, talking stupid shit
when I heard noises downstairs.

“Who’s that?” I asked nervously, feeling a twinge
of paranoia.

“Sister,” said Alex lazily, his eyes closing.

“Is she cool?” I asked. “Should I put it away?”

“Fuck, yes,” said Alex in a soft smiling voice.
“She’s a party girl. If she finds our dope, she’ll
smoke it all.”

Relieved, I loaded the bowl with a hard kernel of
weed and set it on fire with a suck. A sweet grey
trail of smoke lifted heavenward. My lungs full
of heat, I offered the still smouldering bong to
Alex. He didn’t move, his eyes having fallen
firmly shut. I held my breath for a while longer
and then let the rich cloud erupt into the room.
The swirling shadows filled me with a sense of
quiet as I gazed into the dim light. Then my
stomach growled.

“Let’s get some food,” I said, shaking Alex slightly.
He groaned, resisting my impulse to motion. I picked
myself up and headed out the door.

When I opened Alex’s door, I immediately noticed a
faint flickering blue glow coming from one of the
doors down the hall. Curious and nervous, I closed
the door as silently as I could and took slow gentle
steps toward the open door.

I moved like a cat as the room came into view, first
catching sight of the small television that showed
images of some energetic band in a frenetic display.
A little further, and I saw a thick shock of black
hair on the bed. She lay on her stomach, with her
head turned away. Motionless, she seemed to be
already asleep. I slid further down the far wall of
the hallway, increasing my field of vision. To my
delight, I soon caught sight of a ribbed grey tank-
top that covered half of her back, the naked curve of
the small of her back, and the bulge of her round
bottom under her grey cotton panties. My heart
pounded so loudly as I stared that I nearly passed
out. I drank in the erotic view, greedily wishing
I could somehow see more.

“Cindy?” a girl’s voice whispered. I nearly fell
over from fright. Another girl walked into my
sight. I froze motionless, afraid to even blink.
A tall, blonde girl in purple flowered panties and
creamy white skin stopped at the edge of the bed.
“Move over,” she said, giving her friend a small
shove. Cindy obliged with a roll toward the wall
and Theresa climbed onto the bed to lie beside
her, both girls on their backs under the flickering
glow of music video light. I bit my lip. Theresa
was an ordinary looking girl, but her naked tits
were gorgeous, falling only slightly as they stood
in youthful firmness, turned upward.
“Goodnight,” she said softly, with a tender

“Sweet dreams,” said Cindy, turning onto her
side to face the wall, jutting her grey-pantied
ass against Alex’s sister. It seemed to me that
Theresa smiled slightly and soon her nipples
tightened, lifting her breasts slightly with each
slow steady breath. Excitement smouldered
fiercely in the dark night, a tension of self-
awareness that slowed time and made each faint
movement meaningful. The girls were drawing
closer, testing the pretense of sleep with subtle
daring. Finally, Theresa turned to mimic Cindy’s
sideways curl, to feel the full length of the girl
nestled against herself. An arm moved across to
pull the girl closer. I stared hungrily at the wide
swatch of purple cloth pulled in an angle between
waist and thighs, framing Theresa’s youthful
sweet ass.

Things transpired at a snail’s pace, at least that’s
the way it seemed. At some point I decided I could
hold myself steady more easily if I went down to my
knees, and while the girls moved together with the
tense patience of a tiny raindrop descending a window
pane, I lowered myself to the floor in the hall.
Theresa’s bottom moved in gentle ripples, a supple
stirring that would have been imperceptible except
for my intense gaze.

A hushed and involuntary moan emerged sweetly from
one of the girls and I closed my eyes, so furious was
my lust at that moment. The grind of Theresa’s hips
quickened and I without a thought, I began to unzip
my fly.

As I tugged my pants open and wrapped my hand around
my excited cock to give it a few hungry strokes,
Theresa suddenly jerked herself up. I nearly fainted
in the panic that swept over me, but before the burst
of fear could compel me in any direction, the tall
young blonde pulled Cindy over so that she laid face-
up. Theresa quickly straddled her pretty friend. I
didn’t move a muscle, my fingers clenching my dick
tight. Theresa eagerly rubbed her panties against
Cindy’s in tiny excited thrusts, satin brushing cotton
to everyone’s delight. I quietly stroked myself to
the verge of insanity. Yanking up the tank-top to
expose Cindy’s tits, Theresa shook her own big boobs
and squeezed the smaller cousins, causing Cindy to
throw back her head and moan loudly. I yanked on my
cock furiously, out of my mind.

All at once, Theresa jumped off the bed. Lust
overpowered me. Another second and I would have
stood up to go to her, greet her, grab her, share
the wild fits of lust that were boiling inside me.
Theresa turned her back and pushed down her panties
with an anxious motion and then leapt back onto the
bed, again straddling her friend but this time
turned toward the foot. Theresa’s bare ass gleamed
with the blue glow of the television as she lowered
it over Cindy’s giggling face.

“Oh, God,” Theresa squealed with a shudder and twist.
Cindy reached over to pull the pelvis closer to her
face. Without moving her hips at all, Theresa yanked
Cindy’s panties down her legs and over her feet. Then
as she thrust her face eagerly between Cindy’s spread
thighs, Theresa tossed the panties away.

The grey scanties floated my direction and landed in
front of me, just inside the door. The girls moaned
and shook, hands clutching, faces buried, squealing
and thrashing. Without a thought, I reached forward
to grab the discarded panties. A jolt of electricity
went through me as I realized they were completely
soaked. I held the drenched cotton to my nose and
took a deep breath. A fierce orgasm began in that
instant, clenching my balls, pushing me down and I’m
sure I groaned loudly in the instant. The spice of
Cindy’s sopping hot sex shot through me. Instinctively,
I thrust her wet panties in the path of the spurts
of my cock, pouring my excitement into her panties,
mingling my lust with hers.

As the first rip finished tearing, I opened my eyes
and stole another look at the girls. Theresa’s
head was turned my way as her tongue reached
down rhythmically to tease Cindy’s clit. I
shuddered deeper, still coming, as her gaze
devoured me. Beyond control, I continued
stroking my cock until the last sensations
escaped. A wicked smile touched Theresa’s lips
before she turned back to pleasuring her friend.

I dropped the panties and fled to pass out on the
floor of Alex’s room.

I woke up around ten the next morning. Alex was
still sawing wood in his bed, so I went downstairs
to see if there was any coffee. Theresa stood in
the kitchen, drinking a cup, in a t-shirt and little

“Want some coffee?” she asked, lifting her mug in
invitation. Her blue eyes smiled.

“Sure,” I said. Theresa reached up to fetch a cup
from the cupboard, lifting her t-shirt slightly. She
wore nothing underneath but a pair of grey cotton

My tired eyes opened as wide as they could. Theresa
handed me a cup of black coffee.

“Oh,” she said, realizing that I was stealing glances
at her legs. She lifted the t-shirt slightly, enough
to give me another glimpse of her panties. “I stole
these from Cindy. Do you want them?”

“Excuse me?” I said, choking on a sip of hot coffee.
Theresa pushed the panties down and tossed them
toward me again.

“Next time you should knock,” she said with a laugh.
The faint bulge of her big nipples pushed out under
the white cotton of her shirt.

“Damn,” I said.

“Right,” Theresa said as she started out the door,
heading back to her room.

“Once was pretty lucky. But what are the chances
there will be a next time?”

Theresa laughed as she disappeared and a moment
later, Alex stumbled into the kitchen. I looked
blankly at him, completely unable to think.

“What?” he asked. “Did I miss something?”

“Nothing I didn’t miss first,” I finally said,
shaking my head. “Good as a mile. Damn.”