The Halloween party wasn’t going how Hailey Poultier had hoped, so she sat on the couch, surrounded by her drunken classmates, and she fumed.
The party was held at her best friend Sara’s house. Everyone had shown up in their best costumes – they came dressed as Batman and Iron Man, there was a Voldemort and a Harry Potter, and two girls in Hailey’s class both showed up as Barbie (yikes). But those two were the exception – most of the girls at the party had taken advantage of Halloween to dress like sluts, and Hailey was no different. She went for the classic look of the naughty schoolgirl: thigh-high white socks that made her supermodel legs look impossibly long, a plaid mini skirt, and a white shirt with the top buttons undone. Hailey had even gone so far as to tie up her hair in two pigtails and put on some geeky glasses.
And there lay the reason for her grumpiness. At that moment, she was supposed to be up in one of Sara’s many guest rooms, taking backshots from her boyfriend Brett. He had been away for the last two weeks on a family vacation, so Hailey had seized the chance to dress like a slut, all so he could tear her clothes off of her.
But instead, the fucker went and got so drunk, he passed out on the bed upstairs before Hailey could so much as try to go on her knees. She’d tried to wake him a couple of times but received only snoring for her efforts, so she returned downstairs, grabbed a drink, and went to sulk on the couch.
Sara’s parents had a beautiful home – a real McMansion – and the living room was a spacious place, a glass wall opening straight onto the backyard. At that moment, it was mostly shrouded in darkness, the music almost too loud for anyone to talk. Not that they tried. Hailey’s friends danced around the place, bumping each other and yelling in each other’s ears, while she sat with her legs crossed, glaring at them.
Minutes went by and even a second rum-and-coke did little to improve Hailey’s mood. She was so horny and so sexy – why did she have to have such an idiot for a boyfriend? The thought of getting out of the house and going home began to gain its appeal with every passing second. Hailey didn’t like half the people at the party, and her friend Sara was MIA. If Hailey were to guess, she was on her knees in one of the bathrooms, her mouth full of dick. That thought only made Hailey even more annoyed, and she was about to get up from the couch when she spotted someone come through the front door.
It was Marc Andrews, a guy who was two years older than Hailey. With slicked-back hair and a bodybuilder’s physique, Marc attracted the attention of most of the girls at the party, but not Hailey. She was only interested in him for who he brought along. Sure enough, Jackson Colman walked into the house right after him, and Hailey’s night changed on a dime.
Jackson Colman lived on the same street as Hailey, three doors down from her house. He’d been the starting quarterback of the school football team, Mr. Popular himself. Hailey couldn’t count the number of times she’d heard older girls giggling in the changing room, whispering about the size of his cock and how he’d made them cream.
Hailey herself never earned his attention, of course. She’d been too young, and then he’d graduated and went abroad. She hadn’t seen him in two years, and as she laid eyes on those broad shoulders, that buzzcut, and those piercing blue eyes, she couldn’t help but think she wasn’t too young for him anymore.
Hailey had come of age while he’d been away. When he left, she was the tall girl with long legs and absolutely no curves. But her mother’s genes had kicked in since then – Hailey had a bubble butt now, and her tits had grown three cup sizes. Coupled with her full lips, her luscious auburn hair, and her high cheekbones, she couldn’t walk down the street without making heads turn after her anymore.
Taking another sip of her rum-and-coke, Hailey caught Jackson’s eye as he looked around the room, then quickly looked away. Acting as though she’d noticed something interesting, Hailey could feel his eyes on her, and quickly crossed her legs again, so he might notice her thigh-highs and her six-inch black heels.
Hailey didn’t want to cheat on Brett, not really, but the alcohol she’d drank slowly untied a knot inside her. She didn’t want to spread her legs for Jackson, she told herself, but there was nothing wrong with a little flirting or dancing. It was Brett’s fault, as far as Hailey was concerned – if he weren’t such a lightweight, Hailey would’ve been on her knees at that very moment, giving him head.
Hailey drank some more rum-and-coke, and suddenly a picture of her giving head to Jackson appeared before her eyes. Hailey would do things for Jackson that she never would have for Brett and service him with her mouth like a proper slut. She blinked and shook her head, then thought it might be better if she went to mingle with the rest of the guests, instead of sitting on the couch, all alone. Jackson might think she was pathetic and ignore her.
Standing up, the world tilted slightly, and Hailey realized she’d drunk more than she thought. Giggling to herself, she figured getting another round was the best step forward, and went into the kitchen to get a refill.
On the way there, people bumped into her, nearly spilled their drinks over her, and one guy might’ve even brushed some fingers against her ass cheeks. Hailey didn’t mind – she was horny, and her mini skirt did leave half her ass exposed, even offering glimpses of her panties to anyone lucky enough to be sitting down as Hailey passed them.
Swaying with the music as she walked, hoping Jackson might be watching her, Hailey stopped at the kitchen counter and poured a mix, then looked around. She was suddenly in desperate need of friends since she couldn’t just stand around like an idiot, waiting for someone to come talk to her. Jackson might see her like that, and she’d be finished.
Much to her relief, Sara chose that moment to make an appearance. Dressed as a slutty nurse, Sara looked quite different to Hailey. Curvaceous where Hailey was slim, short where Hailey was quite tall, Sara was a blonde that seemed to ooze sex, and there wasn’t much that she enjoyed more than getting fucked.
“Where the hell were you?” Hailey asked.
“Uh, there was just… something upstairs,” Sara said, adjusting her hair.
Hailey narrowed her eyes, but she also couldn’t help grinning.
“What?” Sara demanded.
Hailey shook her head and decided to ignore it. She leaned closer so there would be no chance of anyone overhearing her, even with the music, and said, “Jackson is here.”
“Jackson?” Sara frowned in confusion, but then her eyes lit up. “Seriously? Where?”
“I don’t know.” In truth, Hailey knew he was in the living room – she’d seen him from the corner of her eye – but she didn’t want to risk that Sara would look at him.
Sara looked at Hailey directly, the naughty spark Hailey knew so well in her eyes. “Are you going to fuck him?”
“What?” Hailey gasped. “No, I’m not.”
Sara leaned closer. “You know you want to. Everyone knows he loves to slut women out.”
Hailey felt a tinge erupt between her legs. Everyone did know that, and it terrified Hailey a little, almost as much as it interested her. She’d only ever slept with Brett, and while she supposed he was okay in bed, Hailey had never experienced some of the wild sensations she’d heard other women talk about.
“I mean, I don’t know—”
It was Jackson who cut her off. “Hey Sara,” he said as he approached them from the living room, his friend Marc behind him. “I hope you don’t mind we crashed your party.” All Hailey could see was that famous, mischievous grin.
Sara answered his smile with one to match. She held up a finger. “Only if you behave, alright? No fuckin’ girls in my parents’ bed.”
Jackson laughed and brought his hands up in surrender. “I promise.”
“Good boy,” Sara said, smiling at him, and for a moment Hailey became worried she might end up bending over for Jackson. But then her friend said, “You remember Hailey, don’t you?”
Now Jackson turned to face her, as though he finally had the excuse to give her his full attention. “Yeah, but it’s been a while. How you been?”
Hailey smiled, keenly aware of how she was holding her drink. “Good, you? I heard you went to Europe.”
“Yeah, I was traveling for a while. My version of college.” Hailey laughed at that. “How about you? Still doin’ ballet?”
“No.” Hailey shook her head. Ballet had always been her mother’s dream, but once Hailey’s tits had grown, there was no point in trying anymore. “Just cheerleading now.”
“Cheerleading?” Jackson looked to his friend Marc and said, “Look at the girls they’ve got cheerleading now. If she was there when we were playing, we might’ve won state.”
Marc looked her up and down, grinning at Hailey’s embarrassment. “Oh, definitely.”
Sara slapped him on the arm, but that only made them laugh even harder, while Hailey blushed and wondered what they might’ve done with her in the locker rooms after games.
“C’mon, Marc,” Sara said, “you need a drink. I’ll get you one.”
Hailey wanted to object – Sara obviously had an ulterior motive – but they were gone before she had the chance. Then she noticed Jackson didn’t have a drink either. “You want a drink too?”
“Uh, yeah, sure. Whiskey-cola.”
Hailey leaned over the counter to grab the bottle, only remembering at the last moment that she probably gave Jackson a prime glimpse of her ass. When she faced him again, his eyes jumped to her face, and she knew she’d been right. She handed him his drink, hiding a smile as she did so. The thought of him, drinking her in with his gaze, made her feel a strange ecstasy.
They toasted and drank. Hailey thought about taking a small sip, but instead she felt a spur of enthusiasm and downed the rest of her drink. She felt the alcohol coming on, but it didn’t matter. Hailey smiled brightly at Jackson, seemingly taking him off guard with her mood shift, and said, “D’you want to dance?”
“Yeah, uh, sure.” He smiled, apparently amused by her enthusiasm.
She led the way to the dance floor, shooting him shy looks over her shoulder to see if he was still following, while he watched her with smiling eyes.
Sara had taken out two of the couches in her living room, as well as the tea table, to create a dance floor, and as Hailey approached it, it seemed not a single square inch of it was free. The guests danced and ground against each other, they made out and groped, and there was no room to get among them, where Hailey thought they might be safe from Brett’s friends.
With no other choice, she settled for the edge of the dance floor but led Jackson to the left so he stood against the wall. It was darker there, and there was a smaller chance of anyone noticing them, though Hailey didn’t exactly know what she was hiding.
Jackson leaned against the wall and sipped his whiskey cola. It was obvious that Hailey wouldn’t get him to do anything more than sway from side to side, but that was alright. She wanted him to focus on her dancing, not his own.
Hailey started off easy. This was all pure fun and games, nothing more, she told herself, so she danced as though it was little more than a joke and didn’t mean anything. She moved her hips to the beat, smiled brightly, even split her attention between Jackson and the people who danced all around her. The most she gave Jackson was when she turned away from him, leaned forward a little, and wiggled her butt, knowing he’d enjoy the view. They even pulled off a halted conversation while dancing, yelling in each other’s ears, but it was only to keep things from getting awkward.
Then the song changed and something a bit more powerful came on. Hailey didn’t know if it was the alcohol or the music, but her movements became slower, more sensual – her smile disappeared from her face as she ran her hands all over her body, feeling herself. Jackson reacted then, too. He grabbed her hand and pulled her closer so their bodies were touching – he put his hands around her waist, and suddenly Hailey was dancing for him. She pressed her tits against his body, looking up at him as she moved her hips, silently begging him to palm her butt.
“You’re gonna get in trouble,” he told her in a deep voice, looking down at her through half-lidded eyes.
Hailey felt a thrill at those words and, as if to prove him right, she turned around, arched her back, and started grinding against him, feeling his cock between her butt-cheeks. She was sure that everyone at the party could see her doing something horrible, but when she looked around, she couldn’t find a single person paying attention to her. That wonderful discovery, coupled with the fire that burned in her belly and seemed to set her every nerve ending aflame, made Hailey throw caution to the wind.
When she felt Jackson’s hands go up and down the sides of her body, then slip under her skirt to palm her ass, Hailey didn’t object. Instead, she bent over, back arched like a bow, and wiggled her butt as he deliver a slap to each cheek. Jackson then pulled her by the arm and so she was pressed against him with her back, and so they danced, while his hands palmed her full tits then moved down to her panties, pressing his fingers against her clit. Hailey moaned and reached behind her back to rub his cock. She felt it through his jeans, thick and as hard as a steel pipe.
That brought her back to reality. Hailey looked around the dance room as though she’d woken up from a daze. She didn’t see anyone looking at her, but she could almost feel their eyes on her skin. Hailey pulled away from Jackson and escaped the dance floor, but he followed, and he caught her in the hallway leading to the dining room.
Hailey turned to him, embarrassed about what she did and even more embarrassed about how she escaped. “I’m sorry, I—” she tried to say, but Jackson would have none of it. He grabbed her by the arm, pulled her into the toilet, and slammed the door behind him. Before Hailey could say anything, he had her in his arms, kissing her.
The second their lips touched, out of sight of anyone else, Hailey’s complaints and fears melted away. Jackson kissed her with such passion and such power, she could do nothing but melt into his arms and surrender herself.
His hands slipped under her mini skirt and squeezed her ass, then he turned her to the side so she pressed against his pelvis her hip, and started playing with her pussy as they made out. Hailey moaned into his mouth as he teased her clit, knowing exactly how hard to press and how quickly to move his fingers, as though someone had told him all her secrets. Jackson then pulled the panties out of the way and had her lick his fingers before he went to work on her again.
Hailey had one arm wrapped around his neck, clinging to him for dear life, while she cupped his face with the other. By the time he entered her with his fingers and zeroed in on her g-spot, Hailey was seeing stars, and it didn’t take him more than another minute for the first orgasm to rampage through her body. Her legs shook and it seemed she lost all control as she cried out, then buried her face in the crook of his neck.
“Did you like that?” Jackson asked, the same naughty grin on his face.
Hailey could only nod, looking up at him with adoration. Jackson led her over to a setee, then sat down on it and said, “Get on your knees.”
Hailey immediately obeyed. She’d worn her thigh-highs to make sure the bruises on her knees wouldn’t show, and she now crawled between his legs to help him get off his jeans. She unzipped them, smiling up at him as dirty thoughts churned through her mind, then pulled them off her legs. His cock sprang free in the process, and the second Hailey saw it, she couldn’t take her eyes off of it.
It was gorgeous, big enough to scare her a little, and just begging to be sucked. Hailey leaned forward, looking up at Jackson as she wrapped her fingers around his base and licked his shaft from balls to the tip. Stroking it gently, Hailey kissed and licked it all over then to get it nice and wet, teasing Jackson, before she finally took it in her mouth.
Hailey didn’t know what made the difference from Brett’s cock, but it tasted delicious to her, and she moaned as she took him in her mouth. Her cheeks hollowed from the suction, her tongue massaging the underside of his cock. Jackson groaned at that and it set her off to try even harder, taking more and more of his cock into her mouth. Hailey had spent countless hours practicing blowjobs with a dildo, even rid herself of her gag reflex, and she was desperate to have Jackson think she gave him the best head of his life.
When the tip of his cock hit the back of her throat, Hailey took a deep breath, relaxed her throat, and pushed. Inch by inch disappeared into her mouth as Jackson watched her in disbelief until she had her nose pressed against his pubic hair.
“Fu-uck,” Jackson said, putting both hands on her head. He pulled the last inch out of her throat, then pushed it back it, and so he slowly began fucking her throat while Hailey knelt there and took it. “Oh, you magnificent little slut.”
Hailey felt a thrill at those words, but then Jackson pulled out of her mouth and stood up, pulling Hailey to her feet as well. In a few quick moves, she found herself bent over the sink, staring at her reflection, as Jackson pulled her panties down her thigh, lined his cock up with her entrance, and pushed.
Hailey thought she might come then and there as his cock filled her, and she threw back her head and moaned as he bottomed out inside her. With his hands on her hips, mauling her ass, he started thrusting. They were long, slow thrusts that drove her crazy, and he slowly increased his pace. Hailey felt her second orgasm build and when Jackson took it up a notch, it exploded inside her like a firework.
Jackson wasn’t far behind her. Another couple of strokes and he pulled out of her and pushed her to her knees. Hailey had never let Brett cum on her face or in her mouth, but she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue this time, without a care in the world.
The first spurt of his warm cum landed on her cheek, the second on her tongue, and Hailey quickly swallowed it before the next three spurts covered the rest of her face, painting her glasses. When she opened her eyes again, Jackson was standing above her, stroking his cock, shaking his head in seeming disbelief.
Hailey giggled. “Did you like it?”
Jackson nodded, still catching his breath. “You’re a perfect little slut, Hailey.”
She smiled brightly and winked, but then the sounds of the party returned and with it the realization of what she’d done. “Okay, you need to leave, I’m gonna get cleaned up, okay?”
Jackson nodded as though he knew the drill, zipped up his pants, and left with one last look over his shoulder. Hailey stood and examined her cum-stained face in the mirror. “What the hell did I do?” she asked, even as her mind wondered when she might do it again.