First Time

Brianna stepped through the door of the house party and was immediately hit with a wave of noise and energy. The air was thick with the sound of laughter, music, and chatter as people of all shapes and sizes mingled and drank. The room was packed to the brim with young adults, all eager to enjoy their Friday night.

As she made her way through the crowd, Brianna couldn't help but feel a little overwhelmed. She had never been to a party quite like this before, with so many people and so much going on. But she had promised her friends she would come, and she didn't want to let them down.

Dressed in a cute crop top and high-waisted jeans, Brianna tried to blend in as best she could. She wasn't the most outgoing person, but she hoped that a few drinks would help her relax and have some fun.

As she scanned the room, Brianna caught the eye of a few guys who smiled and nodded in her direction. She blushed, feeling a little self-conscious, but also secretly pleased that she was getting some attention. Maybe tonight wouldn't be so bad after all.

Brianna took a red plastic cup from the table and filled it with the punch. She took a sip and wrinkled her nose. It was way too sweet, but at least it would help her relax. She took another sip, and then another, feeling the alcohol starting to loosen her up.

She saw her friends across the room and made her way over to them, swaying slightly as she walked. They hugged and chatted, catching up on the latest gossip. Brianna felt happy and carefree, enjoying the music and the buzz of the party.

As the night wore on, Brianna started to attract more attention from the guys at the party. They approached her with cheesy pick-up lines and flattery, but she wasn't interested in anything serious. She danced with a few of them, feeling their hands on her waist, but it was all harmless fun.

One guy in particular, a tall, muscular guy with a chiseled jaw, kept trying to get her attention. He offered to buy her a drink, told her how beautiful she was, and even tried to get her to come back to his place. Brianna politely declined, telling him she wasn't interested in a one-night stand. He shrugged and moved on to the next girl.

As the night wore on, Brianna found herself getting more and more drunk. She stumbled a little as she made her way up the stairs to the bedroom the host had offered her. When she got there, she collapsed onto the bed, feeling dizzy and disoriented.

A few minutes later, the door opened and the host, a tall, lanky guy with shaggy brown hair, poked his head in.

"Hey, Brianna," he said. "Are you doing okay?"

Brianna sat up, feeling a little embarrassed.

"Yeah, I'm fine," she said. "Just a little drunk."

The host smiled sympathetically.

"Lay down for a bit, okay?" he said. "You can crash here if you want."

Brianna nodded gratefully and lay back down. As the host closed the door and left her alone, she closed her eyes and let the music and the noise of the party fade away. She was grateful for the chance to rest, and she knew that she would feel better in the morning.

Brianna lay in bed, her head spinning from the booze. The thumping music downstairs was loud and obnoxious, but she couldn't bring herself to care. She was content to lie there in the dark, enjoying the sensations of the night.

She thought about the guys who had hit on her, their hands on her waist, their lips close to hers. She wasn't interested in any of them, but she couldn't help feeling a little flattered by their attention.

Suddenly, the door to the bedroom crept open, and Brianna's heart leapt into her throat. She heard someone sneaking in, their footsteps light and furtive. She opened her eyes just a crack and saw a shadowy figure moving toward the bed.

Brianna tensed, wondering what was going to happen. She didn't want to cause a scene, but she also didn't want to be taken advantage of. She lay there, pretending to be asleep, hoping that whoever it was would go away.

The figure reached the bed and leaned over her. Brianna could feel their breath on her cheek, their presence looming over her. She tried to stay calm, keeping her breathing even and slow.

And then, just as suddenly as they had appeared, the figure retreated. Brianna heard the door creak open and shut, and then she was alone again. Brianna lay there, her mind wandering as she tried to make sense of what had just happened. She couldn't shake the feeling that whoever it was had been there for a reason, that they had wanted something from her.

As she lay there, her thoughts began to turn dark, imagining what it would have been like if the person had actually escalated. She tried to push those thoughts away, but she found herself becoming strangely aroused by the idea of it.

Gingerly, hesitatingly, she reached down to touch herself. She felt the wetness between her legs, and she realized that she was already more turned on than she had ever been. As she touched herself, she became wetter and wetter, the sensation building inside her.

And then, just as she was about to peak, she heard the door open again. Brianna froze, not sure what to do. She knew that she should get up and confront whoever it was, but she couldn't bring herself to move. She pretended to be asleep, hoping that whoever it was would just leave her alone.

But as she lay there, pretending to be asleep, she heard footsteps moving closer to the bed. She could feel the weight of someone sitting down beside her, their hand brushing against her thigh.

Brianna's heart raced as she realized what was happening. She knew that she should fight back, that she should push the person away, but she couldn't bring herself to move.

Instead, she lay there, paralyzed, as the person began to touch her. She felt their fingers moving over her body, exploring her curves, and she realized that she was getting wetter and wetter.

And then, just as suddenly as it had started, it was over. Brianna heard the door creak open and shut, and then she was alone again.

Brianna lay there trembling, her mind racing with confusion and arousal. She had never been touched like that before, and she didn't understand why she had pretended to be asleep. Was it fear? Or something else entirely?

As she lay there, she became increasingly aware of how turned on she was. She could feel her nipples poking at her crop top, and as much as she tried, she couldn't resist sliding a hand down and rubbing herself through her jeans.

She edged herself for what felt like an eternity, unable to bring herself to climax. The party was still raucous and loud, and she couldn't help but wonder if anyone else had heard what had happened.

And then, once again, the stranger came into the room. Brianna hurriedly closed her eyes, pretending to be asleep once more. She heard the sound of the door locking, and her heart raced with fear and anticipation.

The man approached her bed, and Brianna could feel his eyes on her. She lay there, her breath caught in her throat, unsure of what to do.

"Hey, are you awake?" the man whispered, his voice low and urgent.

Brianna remained still, pretending to be asleep, but she could feel the man shaking her gently at first, and then harder, trying to see if she would rouse.

She held her breath, her heart pounding in her chest, as the man continued to touch her. Gently at first, his hands explored her body over her clothes, tracing the curves of her hips and thighs.

Brianna fought the urge to respond to his touch, to let him know that she was awake, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. She didn't understand why she was pretending to be asleep, but she couldn't stop.

The man's hand moved up to her chest, and Brianna could feel his fingers brushing against the fabric of her crop top. He lingered there for a moment, tracing circles around her nipples, and Brianna couldn't help but let out a soft moan.

The man froze, and Brianna held her breath, wondering if he had realized that she was awake. But after a moment, he continued, his touch becoming more urgent and insistent.

Brianna felt herself getting wetter and wetter as the man's hands moved over her body, and she wondered what it would be like to give in, to let him take her.

But she couldn't bring herself to do it. She didn't know this man, and she didn't know what he wanted from her.

As the man continued to touch her, Brianna began to feel a sense of dread creeping over her. She didn't know how long she could keep up the charade of pretending to be asleep, and she didn't know what would happen if the man realized that she was awake.

She lay there, her mind racing with fear and uncertainty, as the man's hands explored her body, touching her in ways that she had never been touched before. The man's touch became more insistent, his fingers sliding under the fabric of her crop top to play with her breasts. Brianna's heart was pounding in her chest as he leaned in and kissed her, his lips soft and gentle against hers.

She remained still, pretending to be asleep, as the man explored her body with his hands and mouth. She could feel his fingers tracing the curve of her waist, and then moving up to her breasts, kneading them gently through the fabric of her bra.

As he continued to touch her, Brianna could feel her body responding, her nipples growing hard and sensitive under his touch. She couldn't believe that this was happening, that she was lying here, pretending to be asleep, while a man she didn't know touched her in ways she had never experienced before.

The man pulled back from the kiss, his breath hot against her skin, and Brianna could feel his fingers fumbling with the straps of her crop top. He maneuvered her 'sleeping' body around, carefully lifting her arms to remove the top and leaving her in her bra.

Brianna's heart was pounding as the man continued to touch her, exploring her body with his hands and mouth. She could feel his fingers tracing the curve of her waist, and then moving up to her breasts, kneading them gently through the fabric of her bra.

The man periodically checked if she was awake, but Brianna kept up the pretense of sleeping, afraid to reveal herself. She could feel his breath hot against her skin as he kissed her neck and shoulders, his hands moving down to her hips and thighs.

He continued to rub her over her jeans off and on, taking his time and exploring her body with care. Brianna could feel the tension building inside her, but she still couldn't bring herself to reveal that she was awake.

As the man continued to touch her, Brianna couldn't help but wonder who he was and why he was doing this. She knew that she should be afraid, that she should push him away and scream for help, but she couldn't bring herself to do it.

Instead, she lay there, trembling with arousal and fear, as the man explored her body with his hands and mouth. The man gently slides Brianna's bra off, revealing her perky breasts to the cool air of the room. Brianna's mind is racing, she doesn't know what to do, and she's too scared to move. She wants to scream, to tell him to stop, but the words won't come out. Her heart is pounding in her chest, and she can feel her breath coming in shallow gasps.

The man continues to touch her, running his fingers over her nipples and down her stomach. He leans in and begins to kiss her neck, and Brianna feels a jolt of pleasure shoot through her body. She knows she should stop him, but she can't bring herself to do it. It feels too good.

As the man continues to touch her, Brianna's mind begins to wander. She wonders who he is and why he's doing this. Is he someone from the party? Is he a stranger? She doesn't know, and the thought only adds to her anxiety.

After a few moments, the man moves down her body, kissing and touching her stomach, and Brianna feels his hands moving towards the waistband of her jeans. She knows what's coming next, and she's terrified. She can't let him do this, but she's too scared to speak up.

Finally, the man reaches her jeans and begins to unbutton them. Brianna can feel the cool air on her skin as he pulls them down, revealing her black lace panties. She's never felt so exposed in her life.

The man pauses for a moment, checking to see if she's awake, but Brianna remains still. He resumes his exploration, rubbing her through her panties and kissing her neck. Brianna's body is on fire, and she can feel her arousal building with each passing moment.

Despite the fear and anxiety, she can't help but enjoy the attention. She's never felt anything like this before, and she's scared that she might never feel it again.

As the man continues to touch her, Brianna's mind begins to fog. She's losing herself in the pleasure, and she doesn't know what to do. She wants him to stop, but she doesn't want him to stop. It's a conflicting feeling, and she's not sure how to handle it. As the man's mouth moves from one breast to the other, Brianna's mind races with conflicting thoughts. On one hand, she knows she should wake up and put a stop to this, but on the other hand, she is feeling sensations she's never felt before. Her body is responding to his touch, and despite the fear and uncertainty, she is becoming increasingly aroused. She bites her lip to stifle a moan as the man's fingers slip under the waistband of her panties, and she can feel his warm breath against her neck.

She knows what's about to happen, and she's scared. Scared of what it will mean, scared of the unknown. But as his fingers brush against her clit, she can't help but arch her back and let out a soft gasp. The man pauses for a moment, as if checking to see if she's awake, but Brianna doesn't move.

The man takes this as a sign to continue, and she can feel his fingers exploring her more intensely. She feels exposed and vulnerable, but the pleasure is so overwhelming that she can't bring herself to stop him. She tries to convince herself that she's still asleep, that this isn't really happening, but deep down, she knows the truth.

As the man continues to touch her, Brianna's body responds with increasing intensity, and she can feel herself building towards a climax. She's never felt anything like this before, and she's scared, but at the same time, she doesn't want it to stop. The party below is still going strong, the music and chatter providing a constant background noise, but in this moment, all Brianna can focus on is the man's touch. Brianna's breathing was labored, and her body trembled with a mix of fear and arousal. She was so close to climaxing, her hips grinding against the man's hand, but then he suddenly stopped. She heard him double-check the lock on the door, and the music from the party seemed to get even louder, as if mocking her predicament.

After a few tense moments, the man returned to her, and she felt him slide his fingers under the waistband of her panties. She gasped at the sensation of him pulling them down, exposing her completely. The cool air on her naked skin sent shivers down her spine.

She could hear him breathing heavily, and she wondered what he was thinking. Was he enjoying this as much as she was? Did he think she was really asleep, or did he know that she was pretending? The uncertainty only added to her excitement.

She moaned softly as he began to touch her again, his fingers tracing circles around her swollen clit. She was so close to the edge, her body arching up towards him, when he suddenly pulled away again.

Brianna whimpered in frustration, desperate for release. She opened her eyes a crack and saw the man standing over her, looking down at her naked body. He seemed to be considering something, and then he spoke.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered, and Brianna's heart skipped a beat. Was he going to do something more? Did she want him to?

Before she could even think about it, the man leaned down and kissed her deeply. Brianna's body responded immediately, her tongue meeting his eagerly. She could taste the alcohol on his breath, and she wondered how much he had had to drink.

She could sense his excitement as his hand reached down between her legs again, and she couldn't help but moan into his mouth as he kissed her deeply.

Suddenly, she felt his hand stop, checking to see if she was still asleep. She quickly closed her eyes again, hoping that he hadn't noticed. But then she felt his fingers pinch her nipple hard, and she gasped in pain, unable to hold back the reaction.

The man paused, and Brianna held her breath, wondering what he was going to do. He shook her naked body, trying to see if she was truly asleep, but she managed to keep up the pretense, still not opening her eyes.

With a deep breath, the man took his belt and pants off, revealing his hard, throbbing cock. Brianna's heart was racing as she felt him kneel next to her on the bed, his body so close to hers.

"Fuck, you're so hot," the man whispered, his breath hot on her ear. "I can't wait to have you."

Brianna felt a shiver run down her spine as she realized that this was really happening. She was about to lose her virginity to a man she barely knew, while pretending to be asleep. The thought was almost too much for her to handle.

Brianna's mind was a whirlwind of emotions - fear, arousal, and confusion all jumbled together as the man knelt next to her. She could feel his hot breath on her face as he played with her nipples, making her shudder with pleasure. But the fear was always there, lurking in the back of her mind.

As he grabbed her face, she could feel the tip of his cock against her lips, and her heart raced with anticipation. But she couldn't bring herself to move, to take him inside her mouth, even though she desperately wanted to. She knew she had to keep up the pretense of being asleep.

Brianna's heart was pounding as she felt the man's dick against her lips. It was the first time she had ever been so close to a man's member, and she was acutely aware of its size and shape. She could feel its weight on her face as the man guided her, slowly sliding it against her lips.

The tip of his dick felt warm and soft against her lips, and Brianna couldn't help but part them slightly in anticipation. The man noticed her reaction and took it as a sign to continue, sliding the underside of his cock back and forth against her lips, teasing her.

Brianna wanted to open her mouth wider, to take more of him in, but she knew that he thought she was asleep. Instead, she let him hold her face gently, feeling his fingers against her skin. She could feel the man's breath against her face as he watched her, waiting for a reaction.

Finally, he reached a finger inside her mouth, gently prying it open. Brianna's lips parted willingly, and she felt the tip of his dick slide in, slowly filling her mouth. It was a strange sensation, but she found herself getting more and more turned on by it. She could feel the man's warmth and hardness against her tongue, and she instinctively began to suck, enjoying the way he responded to her movements.

The man moaned softly, and Brianna felt a sense of satisfaction at having pleased him. She was still pretending to be asleep, but it didn't matter - this was something she wanted, something she had never experienced before. As the man continued to guide her movements, she lost herself in the sensation, eagerly exploring this new territory. The man became more and more engrossed in the feeling of Brianna's warm mouth around his cock, her tongue swirling around him, precum coating her lips. He gripped her face tighter, using her mouth as he gently thrust in and out. Brianna's mind was swimming with the sensations, the taste of him, the smell of him, the texture of his skin against her tongue. She was acutely aware of how vulnerable she was, lying there with her mouth open, letting this man use her.

Suddenly, the man thrust too deep and Brianna gagged, her body convulsing with the force of it. He froze, afraid that she had woken up. Brianna fought to control herself, to keep up the pretense of being asleep. She swallowed hard and breathed deeply, trying to calm herself down.