I still get wet thinking about that night, the way it started so innocently and ended with me bent over a stranger's kitchen counter while my best friend watched and touched herself. It was supposed to be just drinks and dancing, the usual girls night out to blow off steam after work. Me, Lisa, and Jenna piled into a cab around ten, all of us in short dresses and heels that made our legs look endless. We hit the usual bar first, shots of tequila lined up on the counter, laughing too loud as the liquor burned down our throats and loosened everything.
By midnight we were at the club, bodies pressed together on the dance floor. The bass thumped through my chest and between my legs. Jenna grabbed my hips from behind, grinding against me like we were putting on a show, and I felt her breath hot on my neck.
"You look fucking hot tonight," she whispered, her hand sliding down my thigh. I laughed it off at first, but the touch lingered, and when Lisa joined in, sandwiching me between them, my pussy started to throb with every beat. We weren't hiding it anymore. Guys circled us, but we were in our own world until one caught my eye.
He was tall, dark hair, watching from the bar with a drink in his hand. I met his stare and didn't look away. When he approached, the girls backed off just enough to let him in. His name was Mark. We danced close, his hands on my waist, then lower, cupping my ass through the thin fabric of my dress. I could feel his cock hardening against my stomach. "Your friends are hot too," he said, voice low in my ear. "But I want you first." The directness made me clench. I glanced at Lisa and Jenna, both smirking, and nodded.
We left together, the four of us in one cab because Mark's place was close. In the backseat, things escalated fast. Jenna kissed me first, her tongue sliding against mine while Lisa's hand slipped under my dress and found my soaked panties. Mark watched from the front, adjusting himself. By the time we reached his apartment, I was dripping down my thighs. Inside, the door barely closed before clothes came off. Mark pulled my dress over my head, leaving me in just a black lace thong. He dropped to his knees and yanked it aside, tongue dragging through my folds in one long lick that made my knees buckle.
"Fuck, she's so wet," he muttered against my clit before sucking it hard. Lisa stripped too, pushing Jenna onto the couch and spreading her legs to eat her out right there. The sounds filled the room, wet slurping mixed with moans. I grabbed Mark's hair and rode his face, grinding down until his tongue pushed inside me. He stood up, spun me around, and bent me over the counter like I'd imagined earlier. His cock was thick and veined; he rubbed the head along my slit, teasing, before slamming in deep. I cried out, the stretch perfect and filthy.
He fucked me hard, hips slapping against my ass, one hand reaching around to rub my clit in tight circles. Across the room, Jenna was on all fours now, Lisa behind her with two fingers buried in her pussy while she licked her own fingers clean. "Tell us how it feels," Lisa demanded, eyes locked on mine. "Tell us how his cock feels stretching your cunt." The dirty talk pushed me over. I came with a shout, walls pulsing around him, but Mark didn't stop. He pulled out, flipped me onto my back on the kitchen table, and drove back in, pounding me until another orgasm built.
Jenna crawled over, straddling my face so I could taste her. She was sweet and slick, grinding down while Mark kept fucking me. Lisa joined, sucking on my nipples, biting just hard enough to sting. We switched positions constantly, bodies tangled, mouths and hands everywhere. At one point Mark pulled out and came across my tits, thick ropes that Jenna licked off while I fingered Lisa to her own climax. We didn't stop until the sun started coming up, everyone sore and satisfied, sharing lazy kisses on the floor.
The cab ride home was quiet, but the smiles said everything. That night turned into more stories, more nights, but that first one stays the hottest. Every time I touch myself now, I remember the way it felt to let go completely with them.
