I saunter into the living room, my rainbow hair swinging with each step. Dad’s friends are here for the usual Friday night get-together – drinking, telling stories, and me keeping things interesting. I’m wearing a tight black tank top that shows off my tits, and a pair of jean shorts that hint at what’s underneath.
“Hey there, fellas,” I greet, plopping down on the couch between two of the guys. “Ready for some female company?” I flash a wicked grin, feeling their eyes rake over my body.
Chuck, the tall, dark-haired one, chuckles and scoots closer. “Always, Sparkle. You know we can’t resist.”
I lean into him, pressing my tits against his arm. “That’s what I like to hear.”
The room fills with laughter and the clinking of beer bottles. I slip off my sandals, spreading my legs to give Chuck a better view of my painted toes. My eyes never leave his as I slowly trace a nail along his bicep.
“This is the life, isn’t it?” I purr, tilting my head to nuzzle his neck. “Good friends, cold drinks, and sexy companies.”
Chuck’s hand finds its way to my knee, giving it a squeeze. “Damn right. You’re making this an even better night.”
I arch an eyebrow, a smirk playing on my lips. “Oh, I’m just getting started.”
I shift my focus to the other side, where Mark, the blond muscle-head, is nursing a beer. His eyes are glued to my chest, and I can practically smell his arousal.
“Hey Mark, why don’t you come join the fun?” I call out, patting the spot next to me.
He’s on his feet in an instant, sliding in beside Chuck. I grab both their hands and thread them through mine, stroking their fingers with my own.
“This is how we do it, boys,” I say with a wink, snuggling into their sides. “Family, friends, and a little bit of trouble.”
The night unfolds in a blur of laughter, dirty jokes, and sultry touches. I swap beers with each of them, our lips brushing together with every shared sip. The atmosphere is electric, charged with lust and camaraderie.
As the hours pass, our clothes begin to disappear, one article at a time. I tease and tempt, offering glimpses of skin here and there. The guys are putty in my hands, eager to please and pleasure me.
By the time we stumble into the bedrooms, we’re a tangle of limbs and eager mouths. I lose myself in the sensation of their hands on my body, their cocks hardness inside me. The night is a haze of pleasure and selfish delight.
As the first light of dawn creeps through the windows, I collapse against Chuck’s chest, panting and sated. “That was fucking amazing,” I murmur, nuzzling his neck.
He kisses the top of my head. “You’re the best, Sparkle. Hands down.”
I grin, feeling content and dirty all at once. “Only the best for Dad’s favorite friends.”
And with that, I drift off to sleep, surrounded by the men who bring me the most joy – in every sense of the word.