In college I lived in a house off-campus for two years with a great group of friends. We all moved in together my sophomore year and quickly became known as a house for parties. Nothing wild or out-of-control, but only just.

This party was the back-to-school party in my junior year, our second year with the house. We had freshmen coming and some of them brought friends from high school. Not ideal, but we made sure that everyone at the party was at least 18.

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As I’m washing my hands someone knocks on the bathroom door.

“Just a sec,” I call out. “I’m just washing up.”

The door opens and a girl slides into the room. She's cute, a pixie girl with short curly brown hair and pointy features. She looks like the girls I was into in high school. I still think they’re cute, but that style reminds me of those years - not my adventures with the women in college. I'm into more mature, fuller women now.

“I’m Emily,” she says, smiling and shutting the door behind her. “I’m friends with Michelle. I think you know her. She’s a freshman here – I’m still a senior at our high school but am coming here next year!”

She is energetic and dances a little as she talks. Her eyes stare into mine, big and earnest.

"Cool," I respond nonchalantly. "I'm Jason."

I'm a bit stoned, so being quick in the conversation isn't a skill I have at the moment.

As she introduces herself, I turn off the water and dry my hands, and move towards the door. It feels weird just talking in the bathroom, even though I live here. I’m assuming she needs to use the toilet, but she makes no move to go past me and let me leave. When I get to her, she stops me by putting her hands on my chest, letting me get close to her.

I stop walking. Emily bites her lip.

“Pardon me,” I say. I feel her energy as she gives a coy smile.

“Nope,” she whispers, leaning into me. I move closer, running my hands up her sides and around her back. She exhales and releases her lip, and our lips meet.

I gather my wits from the cloud of pot smoke in my head and I pull back. “Sorry, who are you?”

Emily clutches my shirt and tries to pull me back in.

“Michelle met you at some hiking club mixer for new students and has a major crush on you and pointed you out to me when we got here and I want to know what she’s too chicken to go for herself . . .” she trailed off as her confidence waned, but only for a second. Our faces were close, but I was still hesitant.

I like strong women who go for what they want, but hearing that coming from someone so cute and just 18 was a little surprising, especially in my state of mind. I quickly regain myself and decide to just roll with it. I let her pull me in and our lips meet. Her tongue is immediately fighting its way into my mouth, an eager snake excited to explore.

We make out and grope each other; my hands find her petite breasts and I cup them over her shirt. Our tongues flick about each other; I gently fondle her chest and Emily grips my arms, grinding into me as I hold her against the door.

My cock is getting hard with her movements.

I break the kiss and pull back slightly. Before I could pull her shirt off over her head, she gives me an upset look. When I go for her shirt she relaxes and lets me reveal her tight tummy and pink bra covering her little tits. I hold her arms over her head, together in her shirt. I kiss down her right arm, licking and kissing and breathing my way down to her breasts, and then I repeat on the left. Her arms fall onto my shoulders as I move down.

Emily moans softly takes some control:

She pushes me down to the floor, quickly takes off her bra, and straddles me, knees on the floor and her crotch on mine.

My cock is now straining against my jeans. I know she can feel it. I stroke my hands through her hair, down her back to her ass. She doesn’t have much of a butt, but it’s there always enough to squeeze. I pull her forward from her ass, bringing out heads together with heavy breathing. Emily sends her hands through my hair, gripping the back of my neck.

She's vocal, moaning and sighing and giving little sounds of pleasure with every little movement.

I nibble and lick her flesh. Emily lets out another soft sound and grabs a handful of my hair.

I wouldn't be caressing her like this if I were drunk or even sober - she came onto me in my own bathroom and seemed to have one goal in mind. Why am I being slow and sensual when I could just fuck this 18-year-old and get back to the party?

Blame the weed. It's a friend, indeed! It slows down time and makes everything physical feel . . . more. She might want to fuck, but I want to feel.

I kiss down to her pokey breasts and lick small circles around the nipples before putting her entire left breast in my mouth, sucking and massaging. Emily groans and presses her hips harder to mine. The pressure on the front of my pants is starting to hurt.

Emily pushes against me with her hands on my chest, and I let go of her breast with a 'pop.' Emily unbuttons my shirt and pulls it off, then backs off me and gets on her hands and knees.

"Lie down," she commands.

Fuck yea. Love a woman who knows what she wants.

She undoes my belt buckle, unbuttoning and unzipping my pants deftly. For whatever it's worth, she's had practice.

"Lift your butt up." I do as I'm told and she yanks my jeans down to my ankles.

It’s hot, but my foggy mind keeps trying to figure out how this cute little thing can have so much power over me. The best I can do is follow her commands and hope for the best.

My undershirt comes up and she starts kissing my stomach, tickling me with her hair before gently kissing down my happy trail. She reaches up and grabs my elastic band with her fingers, dragging it down as she kisses the newly exposed skin. Emily reaches the base of my shaft, as long and hard as it could be, and stops.

She looks back up at me, smiles, and whispers mischievously, “Just wait till Michelle hears about this!”

That snaps me out of my moment and I start to move back from her. I love sex, but I'm careful not to get a reputation (as if I don't already have one). Emily laughs sharply and grabs my boxers, yanking them down and letting my cock swing out. I stop moving and give her a look.

“I’m kidding, Jason! Anyway, she’ll probably just be jealous,” she says with a cute shrug and giggle.

I laugh and relax, after a pause. By now my dick is free and Emily is stroking my shaft with her small hand, smiling at me. With her other hand she tucks some loose hair behind her ear and ducks her head to kiss the tip of my cock before opening up and taking it in. My cock is enveloped by her warm, wet mouth. She might have practice getting pants off a guy (maybe not just guys) but she doesn't have nearly the same amount of practice sucking cock.

No matter, though. Practice makes perfect, and I'm enjoying being the practice. Her lips are soft and moist and I close my eyes with pleasure.

When I open them, I am looking up at Randall, my best friend and housemate. Randall’s always been a big guy, about 6’5” since high school, and the kindest man you'll meet: a gentle giant who could pull any woman he wants.

Which is pretty much any woman.

He’s standing over us with his hands on his hips, watching Emily glide her mouth down over my cock.

“Well, it looks like the party’s really in here tonight!” He grins down at me.

I reply dryly, not appreciating my best friend interrupting my blowjob. “Yea, well, you know how we are. Crazy kids.”

I have to take a sharp inhale because Emily had gone all the way down my shaft, to where I’m hitting the back of her throat, and quickly came back up with surprise when Randall announced himself. Her hand is grasping my cock pretty hard and she’s stopped stroking it, looking over her shoulder at Randall.

I look down my body to Emily, sitting up slightly on her knees, topless and holding onto my cock, and ask, “Emily, do you know Randall?”

Emily shakes her head. “Umm, should we go?” She seems to have lost her confidence with just this interruption.

Randall cuts me off before I could respond.

“Hi, I’m Randall. I live here with Jason, and you can take all the time you need. In fact, why don’t you finish with him and then let me have a go?”

Never shy about what he wants, the confident bastard. He smiles at Emily and licks his lips as his eyes trace down to her pointy tits.

He can get pushy when alcohol starts flowing. I’m far less forward than he is – or Emily is, as it turns out – and try to calm him down when he gets too handsy with women. Even though I just met her, I felt protective of Emily in the moment (and not just because my dick was in her mouth just seconds ago). I give Randall a look and turn to Emily.

She looks at me for advice and I shrug and gesture back at her: “It’s up to you, babe.”

Emily looks back up at Randall and says, “Alright, maybe.”

Randall smiles and leans against the door. “Take your time, kids!”

Emily loosens her grip on my penis and slowly resumes the blowjob, now aware we have an audience.

I'm fine getting sucked in front of him, but for all her confidence she really doesn't seem all that experienced. I try to save the day: “Hey Randall, mind getting me some beer? And whatever Emily wants.”

Anything to get us some privacy.

He smirks back at me and nods. “Emily, you want something?”

Emily is already back with her mouth on my cock, sucking and stroking up and down.

Instead of stopping she lifts a hand to give a thumbs-up and moans affirmation. Her moan sends a shiver through my body. Randall leaves the room, not letting the door open too far so he doesn’t accidentally invite everyone else to our little party.

Emily continues to pump my cock with one hand while sucking intently on the head. I put a hand on her wrist and the other on her head, not pushing or forcing her, but just a gentle weight on the back of her head to keep her mouth going up and down on my shaft. She opens her mouth wide every so often to get in air, followed by flattening her tongue and licks the entire length of my shaft, from base to tip and back, before closing her mouth and giving suction again. Her curly brown hair falls around my cock, hiding her ministrations from view. She doesn’t move her head or hands a whole lot, which is fine with me if the job is good – which this is. Not like some of the vacuum sucks I’ve received from older girls I’ve met in college, but for whatever experience she does have, my dick fully approves.

I want to see if I could teach her something. What are older men for?

I like having my balls squeezed, so I reach around her head and grab her chin to pull her up. She licks her lips and looks at me, breathing heavily with wide eyes. “What’s up?” she asks.

“Can you play with my balls?” I take her hand and move it below my shaft.

She stares right into my eyes and gently squeezes my balls, smiling up at me, showing her dimples with a sparkle in her brown eyes. My mouth opens with pleasure as her fondling of my package sends a warmth throughout my body. I thrust my hips up with her squeezes, exhaling with each pressured grab. I clutch her hair and gently push her head back down to my dick. Still squeezing underneath, Emily kisses up and down my pole before returning to the head and taking it all in.

We're in a good rhythm when I hear someone come into the bathroom and look up again. It’s Randall, now with Tim, another roommate of ours. He’s a few years older than us, having enlisted after high school and eventually going to college at 25. I shift my body to get Emily’s attention she stops, released my cock and balls from her mouth and hands, and turns around.

“Hey,” the 18-year-old exclaims, “what the fuck?”

I don’t say anything yet, wanting to hear my best friend’s excuse for bringing Tim in without asking. Emily initiated my blowjob but I’m not keen on pressuring her into doing anything else.

Randall gives his excuse, “Hey, this is his house, too. I didn’t think it’d be too much to ask if Emily could treat him nicely.” Jeez, he can be a dick when he’s hot and horny.

I look back at Emily and say, “Emily, you don’t have to do any of this; we can stop now.” The interruptions were annoying and I am getting pissed at Randall. I’m ready to get dressed and get Emily out of there. Plus, my high was retreating and being sober when everyone else is drunk or stoned is no fun.

She looks at Randall, Tim, and back to me, before saying, “No, I actually like giving blow jobs. And he’s pretty cute for an older guy. Just no more! I mean it!”

Randall and Tim fist bump.

Tim greets us and hands Emily and me our drinks. Emily takes a few sips of her wine, places it on the floor beside her, and goes back, again, to blowing me.

She keeps her lips tight and flexes her cheeks to increase the pressure around my shaft as she takes it in. Emily squeezes my balls harder and pulls on the sack; this is a massive turn-on for me and I bring a hand up behind my head to give me a better view of this petite, topless girl sucking me off. She comes off my cock, breathing heavy, and grabs the shaft. She spits in her hand and pumps me with one hand while massaging and squeezing my balls with the other.

Through her hands I can see her pointy little boobs jiggling with her frantic movements, and that’s the final lap: I feel the end coming and quickly reach forward to grab her wrist. She sees my face contort with pleasure and returns her mouth to my cock, pushing herself all the down to where I can feel her nose at my base and my head at, or even a little bit past, the back of her throat. My other hand finds her head and I tangle my fingers in her hair to hold her there, firm, her face impaled on my cock.

She moans and twirls her tongue, which is all I need to finish strong. With a long, low grunt, I shoot streams of cum down her throat. She coughs but swallows, a little leaking out of the corners of her mouth.

I release her and she slowly frees my cock from her mouth and my balls from her fist. She stays kneeling for a few moments trying to catch her breath as I relax back down to the floor to catch my own. Randall and Tim had been silently watching this spectacle, and when I finish they give us an applause.

We put on quite a show!

I sit up and give Randall the middle finger with a smile, "Enjoy that, asshole?"

Emily sits back against the wall, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. I stand and help her up to her feet, where she goes onto her toes to kiss me again. I can taste my salty cum on her tongue.

I look down at Emily and say softly with a wink, “I hope I can return the favor soon.”

Emily grins, “Just come find me later tonight. We’ll have some more fun.”

I smile bigger and kiss her again before getting my drink and handing Emily hers.

I give her small ass another squeeze and wish them all a good time. The last look I get is Randall leaning against the wall with his hands on Emily’s shoulders as she kneels in front of him, taking in his cock, and Tim walking towards them, unbuckling his belt. For all I know, a good three-way is about to happen, but I’m done for a bit.

Feeling good, I refill my beer and head downstairs to see what the party is doing down there.