***This is a work of fiction. All characters are eighteen years or older***

Liam honestly couldn’t say why he’d bothered coming to the party. Here he was, though, standing just beyond the front door and scanning the roomful of drinking teenagers, searching for a face he knew. Or one he knew well, at least. He recognized a lot of them, all from school, all within view of the end of their final year, just like him. A few offered him a nod or a ‘hey’ as they saw him standing awkwardly beneath the threshold, and he smiled flatly back, and they promptly turned away. He guessed he might be able to insert himself into a conversation or two if he tried, but he wasn’t sure if any of his actual friends had shown up.

He took a few hesitant steps through the open living area of the huge house, feeling decidedly out of place. His fingers opened and closed at his side, desperate to hold a hand that wasn’t currently there, as he yearned for the comforting grip of his girlfriend. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been to a party without Sophie. Come to think of it, there wasn’t much he did without her at all. They’d been practically stuck together at the waist since they’d first started dating two years ago. Neither had exactly been party-goers. Neither had they been particularly impulsive or out-going or social, but ever since they’d been together they’d been pushing their social boundaries a little, expanding their limited friend circles as a couple, and doing a slew of things neither would have done soon on their own.

God, he already missed her. She was only out of town for the weekend, and yet here he was, feeling uncomfortable and lonely at a party full of fellow eighteen year olds. He hadn’t really wanted to come, but Sophie had encouraged him to go without her, insisted there was no reason he shouldn’t. So he’d said he would, if only to prove to her – or maybe to himself – that he wasn’t incapable of doing something fun on his own.

But he was regretting it already. He sucked at small talk, and he sucked at making new friends, and he sucked at being open with any other than his closest friends. He didn’t doubt his ability to engage in a little bland small talk, but honestly, he’d so much rather just spend the night at home playing video games.

He passed by a group sprawled around a wide lounge, and as his eyes trailed over them they briefly met the eyes of a tall guy with a curly mess of red hair. Aaron, from his English class, the kind of person that felt the need to interrupt every lesson with whatever stupid joke floated into their head. He thrust a finger at Liam, mouth splitting in a drunken grin, and called, “Hey, Assman’s here!”

The others around him snorted or snickered and raised drinks to him, echoing his call, and Liam forced an empty smile onto his face, then pushed out a breath and headed in the other direction. He stopped by the entrance to an adjacent room, eyes darting over to where he could still see the open front door beyond a small crowd, and entertained the thought of simply leaving. He clenched his fists slightly, then sighed and decided to give it five more minutes. It likely wouldn’t be the only time he heard the stupid nickname, or one similar, tonight, and he had to stop letting it get to him.

If they’d only wanted to make fun of him, it would have been fine, he could handle a little good natured ribbing.

But he knew perfectly well that it wasn’t at his expense they made those dumb jokes. They were mocking Sophie; the kindest, most wonderful person in his life, and every time he reminded himself of that it made his anger flare, although not enough to ever actually do anything about it. He could tell them to shut up, tell them to drop the tired joke, but of course that would only have the opposite effect.

She drifted into his head as he drifted amongst his drunken peers, and when he pictured that sweet, adorable smile his irritation faded. They’d promised each other they were just going to ignore it, and that eventually it would go away, even if the rumours and the teasing only seemed to be getting worse. They’d get bored of it eventually; that, or they just had to endure six more months and high school would be over. For Sophie’s sake, he really hoped it was the former. He loved her more than anything, and wanted to protect her desperately, and he hated that his sweet little angel had had this reputation thrust upon her, and that there was nothing he could do about it.

The two of them had been in classes together since they were thirteen. He’d always had a crush on her, from the moment he’d seen that cute girl with the freckles and the braces and the pigtails. They’d kissed for the first time three years later, during a game of spin the bottle at a party. Then they’d held hands on the walk home, before sharing an awkward, slightly drunken kiss, and then another, and then before he’d known it they were making out, and subsequently falling madly in love.

She was sweet, dorky, a little awkward and Escort shy just like him. She was petite, he supposed, skinny and clumsily adorable, with flat brown hair often worn in a braid, a hint of an olive dusting to her soft skin, and a cherubic face that made her look younger than she was. He smiled thinking about her, picturing her toothy grin, braces flashing as she bit her lip shyly, as she often did.

Their relationship had progressed rapidly, and they’d grown to touching one another with desperate hands, to taking off their clothes, even to a clumsy, toothy blowjob on the night of his eighteenth birthday. She’d made it clear that night that she had no intention of losing her virginity until after highschool, even if she fully intended it to be with him. She wasn’t comfortable with him touching or even seeing her pussy until then either, as that kind of intimacy was best saved, according to her. The fact that she had no issue with Liam’s genitals being part of their explorations certainly made it easier.

She’d become enamored with his organ, and they’d regularly spend what felt like hours in the dark of her room at night, him completely naked, her in panties or shorts. She would lie with her head on his lap, idly stroking him with her nimble fingers, breathing excited, raspy breaths, occasionally planting tender little kisses up his shaft as he fondled her delicate little nipples.

He loved those nights, and they had been more than enough for him, even if he had secretly desired more.

One of the biggest shocks of his life, though, was finding out that so had she. It shouldn’t have been surprising, she was clearly suppressing just as much pent-up lust and desire as he was. It was just that her values restrained her from offering up her virginity, no matter how badly she wanted it. She’d talk about how magical it was going to be, about how she could hardly wait, that it was getting harder and harder to not give in.

So she’d had an idea. One night, about six months ago, with her head on his chest while stroking his cock, she’d confided that while she was determined to maintain her virginity for that little while longer, perhaps there was something else they could try instead.

He still remembered her glancing shyly up at him, her cheeks red as she whispered shakily, “We could try it…you know…in my…butt.”

He’d been so stunned to even hear the words come from her sweet little mouth that he’d barely been able to speak. He could still remember the look in her eyes, like she couldn’t believe she’d actually found the courage to ask. Cautiously hopeful, excited by the taboo nature of what she was suggesting, and yet embarrassed and clearly terrified that he would immediately reject the idea. When he had struggled to speak, she had quickly blurted an explanation, telling him that she had gotten the idea from her cousin, a devout catholic who had apparently decided that anal was somehow a less sinful way to fuck all the men she wanted while still remaining a pure virgin for her future husband. Liam hadn’t bothered to question that ridiculous line of thinking, and when he’d finally found his tongue had quickly spouted out a jumble of words that had more or less amounted to ‘yes!’.

They’d practiced for a couple of weeks, with Liam tentatively rubbing and then gently fingering her tiny little hole, slick with lube as she moaned her sweet little moans. He couldn’t believe how hot it was, how hard it made him, the way her tight little orifice had clenched his questing finger, gripping him as she made those adorable little squeaks. She hadn’t let him remove her underwear during those times, and he’d sensed she’d been too embarrassed for him to actually see what he was doing to her.

When they’d finally gone for it, after a slow blowjob and a lot of making out, Sophie had turned off the lights and laid down face-first on the bed, and in the dark he’d slid her panties over the flat curve of her petite ass, and at her behest left them bunched around her thighs. He’d wanted, almost a little desperately by this point, to lick her tight little hole first, to get her ready. He’d suggested it after they’d begun watching porn together in preparation, but Sophie had coloured and immediately dissuaded him of the notion, too embarrassed to even consider it. Liam had never stopped thinking about it, and was still planning to bring it up eventually.

So he’d gone in, fumbling his lubed cock between her cheeks in the dark. He still remembered her first gasp as his spongy glans had first met her delicate rosebud. Gently, ever so gently, he had slowly pushed his bulbous crown inside her, as she grit her teeth and whined in pain.

Ultimately, that first time hadn’t been particularly great for either of them. There’d been lots of clenching, lots of awkwardly timed thrusting from Liam, and the whole event had been painful and uncomfortable for the both of them. It hadn’t helped that Liam’s cock was hardly small, and Sophie was far from Escort Bayan full figured. She’d been embarrassed and apologetic, ready to dismiss the whole idea. But at Liam’s insistence they had tried again, and again, and again, and somewhere around that third or fourth time they’d found a rhythm, and both had quickly come to the sudden conclusion that they were very much fans of sodomy. Before they knew it, they had found themselves taking every opportunity to make love this way.

He still couldn’t believe his eyes watching his thick shaft slide in and out of his sweet girlfriend’s tiny little hole, the way her tight brown ring stretched obscenely around his bulging meat as she mewled and yelped and moaned. She hated him seeing her asshole, he knew that, like it was shameful, more so while he was sodomizing her, and only ever wanted to do it in the dark or beneath the covers. But Liam loved watching her take him, loved gazing upon that glorious little orifice of hers, her wrinkled star of soft brown flesh he’d only managed to glimpse a handful of times. Every now and then he managed to convince her to leave a lamp on, and had to sneak looks while her face was buried in a pillow.

They rarely did it any other way then with Sophie lying against the bed, her head buried in the sheets, and while she’d promised she’d think about trying the other positions he’d suggested, they had yet to try it any other way.

Not that Liam truly minded. Fucking his beautiful girlfriend’s unbelievably tight ass on a regular basis was more than he could ever have hoped for. It was perfect, everything had been perfect.

Until Sophie had gone and confided to one of her friends at a sleepover about their newfound hobby, and of course that whispered confession had soon been passed from lips to lips, until it had spread around the entire school year like wildfire.

Cue the whispered waves of ‘buttslutt’, ‘anal whore’, ‘backdoor queen’ and ‘assman’, and so on.

Sophie had been beyond devastated, and had spent most of that first day in tears, hiding in the bathrooms, while Liam had spent it turning down high fives and light mockery. They’d both denied it, of course, but that had only seemed to spur more rumours about sweet Sophie and her devilish sexual appetite. She’d been so upset about the whole thing that they had yet to have sex since, and Liam had been angry enough that he’d understood and hadn’t pressured her. It was fine, even if his balls were starting to ache, and he found himself dreaming of filling her wonderful behind whenever he was with her. Honestly, he had almost just stayed home tonight and jerked off, and once again he found himself regretting his decision to attend the party. His cock had stiffened a little within his jeans just thinking about her.

He turned slowly, scanning the crowd. His eyes trailed over a group of girls gathered in the adjacent living room. They were all beautiful, dressed in skimpy outfits that showed off their incredible bodies, but it was one in particular his gaze lingered on the longest. A veritable goddess with her long, luscious, glossy hazelnut hair that flowed about her shoulders, set against her soft, lightly tanned skin. She was graceful, with spectacularly toned and long legs, her body all perfect curves in all the right places, highlighting an incredible bubble butt, a slim waist and magnificent breasts that were currently straining against a tight, lavender halter that showed off a generous amount of cleavage.

Melody Christie. While Sophie might have been his first realistic crush, Melody had been his first fantasy crush. The object of countless masturbatory fantasies, before he’d gotten together with Sophie, of course. She was the hottest girl in school, as far as he was concerned, and he didn’t doubt she knew it. His eyes lingered on her short white skirt, the way it hung off the juicy globes of her perfect ass, her smooth thighs, her her bare belly, her incredible tits as they mashed together, straining against the thin top. She’d never so much as spoken to him, and only ever looked at him as if he was dirt.

Okay, so he was probably imagining that. If anything, she’d probably never even taken notice of him. He wasn’t exactly unattractive; tall and slender and a little lanky, with a mess of dark hair, glasses and what best could be described as a completely average face. The issue was more likely that he was quiet and just a little bit socially awkward, and most of his friend circle was somewhat nerdy.

His eyes moved to her face, perfectly sculptured, with smooth skin, a delicate nose, supple lips and gorgeous green eyes. A brief, intrusive thought slipped into his mind, just for a moment.

There was a part of him that wished Sophie looked like that.

She was beautiful to him, of course, in her adorable, petite way. She had a narrow face, a toothy smile complete with braces, almond skin, gangly legs, a tight little rear and breasts that were barely larger than his own, with tiny Bayan Escort little nubs for nipples. He loved them, loved every part of her, he did, but sometimes he just wished…

Wished her tight little ass was as juicy and voluptuous as Melody’s.

He shook his head, feeling bad about the thoughts, and just as he was moving to turn away Melody looked up. She met his eyes, and he froze, feeling his cheeks colour. Had she noticed he’d been staring at her? His first instinct was to look down in shame, but something made him hold her gaze, and forced on an awkward attempt at a smile.

And Melody’s lip curled in a small smile of her own, her eyes narrowing slightly on him, before turning away.

He blinked, taken by surprise, and spent a moment staring at her back before returning to his wandering path through the house. It didn’t take much longer to figure out that none of his close friends had come. He made a few greetings, held a brief conversation with Sean from his history class, and after checking out the upstairs decided he’d given it enough of a go. He trudged back down, heading to cut through the open kitchen, when someone backed suddenly from a doorway, laughing and calling to someone beyond.

He stumbled awkwardly to a stop, bumping into the figure and throwing out a hand impulsively to steady himself. It found her back as she stumbled into him, and his nose was suddenly full of the delightful scent of glossy hazel hair.

Melody.

She threw a hand against his chest, snorting a drunken little laugh, and upon regaining her balance slowly looked him up and down.

“Sorry,” he mumbled, very aware that her hand was still on his chest, and his on her back. His eyes darted down to the clearest view of her incredible breasts he’d ever had, her ample, lightly tanned cleavage on full display before him, and he quickly pulled his hand back and looked away.

That same smile from before quirked up the corner of her mouth. Her rosy, full lips glistened, and she lowered her hand, one finger trailing slightly over his chest. Something flashed behind her jade green eyes, something mischievous, but her wry little smile widened into a friendly one, and she cocked her head.

“God, I am so sorry! Liam, yeah?”

“Ugh, yeah, hey, Melody.”

They’d only had classes together for six years.

“Hey, yourself. I didn’t think you’d be here.” She glanced around, and then looked up at him over her small, upturned nose, through dark lashes. “I didn’t think parties were your kinda thing.”

“Oh, well, I wasn’t going to. I was actually just…”

“I’m glad you did.”

She…was? She hadn’t even seemed sure of his name a moment ago. He swallowed, opening his mouth to respond, but had no idea what to say. He had to fight to keep his gaze from drifting back to her tits. Her smile widened, dimples forming, as if she knew how great the temptation was, and was enjoying his discomfort. She pinched her lip between pearly white teeth and glanced around again. “Where’s your little…friend?”

“Oh, Sophie? She’s out of town.”

“That’s a shame, I feel like I never see you without her, it’s like you’re attached at the hip. You’re such a cute couple, you know?”

“Oh…thanks.”

“You two must be super close.”

“Yeah, we are.”

“Huh, I guess it’s just weird to see you left her in the rear…view tonight.”

Her lip quirked up again, exposing a flash of teeth as her emerald eyes glinted, and Liam felt his face flush, before a slight scowl snatched his lip. So, that’s all this was, just an opportunity to mock Sophie.

He nodded stiffly, pulling in a breath and turning to leave. “Yeah, okay. Bye, melody.”

She reached out suddenly, fingers gently catching his arm. “I’m kidding, Liam! Sorry, I couldn’t resist.”

“Yeah, well, it’s not…it’s not funny.”

He didn’t pull away, and her fingers brushed his arm as she locked his gaze, mesmerizing him with their jade depths as she batted her long lashes. “No, totally, you’re right, all those rumours are just so mean. She seems like such a sweet person, it’s really not fair at all.”

He nodded awkwardly. “Yeah, well…”

“I’ll make it up to you, yeah, I promise! There was actually something I wanted to discuss with you.”

There was? He just blinked dumbly.

“Oh, but first…” She licked her lips and flashed him a beaming smile. “Could you do me a tiny favour?”

He blinked again, his mouth a little dry. What could she possibly need from him? Whatever it was, without even thinking about it he found his lips moving, the small part of him that had once been obsessed with her suddenly eager to agree, “Ugh, sure.”

“Great.” She beamed wider, although he thought he detected that mischievous glint in her eyes again. She grabbed a glass from the nearby counter and filled it with water from the sink, then held it out to him. “Could you run this upstairs to Katy? She’s having a break in the last bedroom on the right, really bad headache. It would mean so much to me, I just have to do something else right now.”

“Oh,” he mumbled, accepting the glass, “yeah sure.” He wasn’t sure what he had been expecting, but supposed it made sense she only wanted him to be her errand boy.

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