Kelli heard herself giggling, felt the heat in her face, knew she was turning red, was incredibly conscious of her tight jeans against her already swollen clit, marveled again at how fast she could put them on in an emergency. Wishing she wasn't so damned obvious, she made a show of wiping her glasses on her shirt, her long blond rope of hair bouncing vigorously along her back. From the corner of one eye she could see that Greg was taking the opportunity to ogle the hard nipples of her small breasts.

She blushed harder, turning away, saw that Ken had not yet noticed, had his back to her, was talking to Tanya, Greg's tall dark exotic wife. Noticed that Tanya, looking over Ken's shoulder, was taking an unusual interest in her ass.

Putting her glasses back on, Kelli returned her attention to Greg, trying to check him out without being too obvious, wishing she didn't feel as young as she looked, wishing she could be as casually sexual as the people around her. Greg was tall. To Kelli, everyone was tall, but he was noticeably taller than Ken, with all of Ken's mountain man looks and none of the fat. The more she looked at Greg the more she realized how muscular he was, and the wetter, and redder, she felt herself getting.

She wished for an instant that Ken hadn't dragged her to this party, wished he'd come rescue her from herself, saw with relief that Ken and Tanya had ended their conversation, and were both ambling in her general direction. Well, Tanya was ambling anyway. Ken was actually shuffling in his usual bear-like fashion, and Tanya was a step ahead of him already.

Knowing Ken would be beside her in a second, Kelli relaxed, was startled at his forwardness when she felt a hand on her ass. Ken was often protective and territorial but rarely sexually forward in public. She was reassured as his arm circled sort of around her, kind of touching, more hovering. She watched Tanya, who had stepped from behind her, whisper something in Greg's ear, noted her red lips, the curve of her back, the turn of her ankle, wondered for a second whose hand that had been on her ass.

She had sincerely wished for Ken's presence, but now that he was there, she wished sincerely that she could get away again. She had needed to come for hours now, had come so close, awakening already wet from a hot afternoon dream she could barely remember, Ken still snoring on the opposite couch where they had fallen asleep after an exhausting and largely fruitless shopping trip. She had shimmied out of her jeans and panties, leaving them in a heap at the foot of the couch, her hands quickly between her legs, her finger moving furiously against her clit, remembering two sets of hands, two mouths, one cock, being lifted, watched Ken, snoring, his bear-like belly rising and falling, picturing him slightly more dominant, slightly more muscular, slightly taller. But some internal clock must have awakened him; even violently bucking, Kelli was too small to get any noise out of the couch. At the first sign of movement she had grabbed the jeans, shimmied back into them, stuffed the panties under a pillow and feigned sleep just as he had opened his eyes and remembered the party.

God she needed to come. Ken was not about to go home this early, and was hardly the type to sneak off for a quick fuck in Greg's house. She heard herself telling Greg she was feeling a little faint, asking if there was a room she could lie down for a few minutes, saw Greg gesture to Tanya, heard herself assure Ken she would be fine, watched Greg steer Ken across the room to meet somebody, followed Tanya up a flight of stairs, and down a hall, watching Tanya's ass the whole way, heard a heavy tread on the stairs behind her, responded greedily, in a lust-enduced haze when Tanya turned and bent to kiss her, her hands on either side of Kelli's face, removing her glasses, placing them on a chest of drawers. Wiggled her hips, shimmying out of her jeans as she felt Greg's hands reach around her, undoing the snap, pulling down the zipper, Tanya kneeling in front of her, unbuttoning her shirt, mouth even with Kelli's aching nipple, taking the whole small breast into her red lips, fingers at her cunt, against her clit, aware that Greg had dropped his pants behind her, turning, awed by the massive erection that stood between them, gave a little hop in the air, two sets of hands lifting her by the hips though either one could have lifted her easily, almost fainted for real as Greg entered her, her legs wrapped around his back, turning her head, Tanya at her side, kissing her deeply, tongues clashing, teasing, Tanya's hand on her breasts, Greg's hands on her ass, jogging her up and down the sensations incredible, the orgasm mounting, managing somehow to admire his muscular chest and handsome face even as she came, screaming into Tanya's mouth, Greg spurting deep inside her, holding her there, until finally, spent, she collapsed to the floor.

Hearing Ken's voice, and his shuffling gait, she was again amazed at how fast she could get into such tight jeans as she dove for the bed and feigned sleep, buttoning most of her shirt buttons, Greg pulling up his pants, turning, meeting Ken at the door, assuring him she was just fine. Kelli too assured Ken when he bent over, looking concerned, told him to go enjoy himself, watched Greg lead Ken back downstairs, watched Tanya close the door, step out of her own clothes, slip into bed beside her, shimmied out of her jeans again, very sure this time that she could put them on fast in an emergency.