Apart from the light shining from Peter's headlights, it was completely dark. He briefly glanced over at Jessica. She was jamming to some slow R&B. Her body moved so flawlessly. She was clearly showing off, catching Peter's eye and gave a cheeky smile. She had caked up and wore a very sexy, black dress that revealed a little bust, leaving plenty to the imagination. It hiked up to her upper thigh, revealing her fit, gym-toned legs.
Jessica was Peter's closest friend. They had met through mutuals years ago in high school, but only started talking a few months ago. She was dating a friend of his back then. They lived closed to each other and it was easy to just hang out. She had saved him from some dark times and helped him through his problems. Even though they had only been talking a few months, she had a way of just getting people to open up and talk, and it was something that Peter cherished forever. Though sometimes he regret oversharing some of his deepest secrets, but mostly trusted her with everything. She wasn't the prettiest girl, but she was always the coolest girl anywhere. That's what made her such a good friend.
They were headed to Jack's house party. Peter hadn't received an invite last year, but every interesting story that Peter ever heard came from that night. A lot of them were about hooking up and getting fucked up, not all good, but they were enough to fill Peter with high expectations. It was lucky that he had started working as an intern at the same office firm as Jack at the same time. They went to the same school and university, but never really talked up until that point. Jack was one of those guys. Funny, charming, cheeky. He got along with anyone he wanted to, and created his own tribe of friends. It was an exclusive group. He made the decisions and there was never a dull moment with him. Everyone lit up and the party never started without him.
Peter felt blessed being able to called Jack a friend. He learnt a lot from his mannerisms at work and tried hard to copy them in his own life, but never to full success. Peter struggled a lot with getting close to people. He was quite insecure and spent a lot of time alone. He could hold conversations and have a good time, but never quite understood the delicacies of friendship. Instead, he drifted a lot and went from group to group, never really finding a place to fit in. He gymmed here and there, but not enough to get away from the skinny-fit look.
Peter was very nervous to attend the party, but he knew with a little bit of alcohol in him, it would give him the confidence he needed. "We're here" Peter said.
"Damn, let's get hammered!" Jessica had that upbeat attitude all the time, and it was endearing. With a bottle of tequila in one hand and a little stash of drugs in his wallet, he knew he was as ready as he could be for the night.
"Let's drink a little before we go" Jessica suggested, and Peter agreed. He turned on the front in-car light and noticed that Jessica wasn't wearing a bra. From the cold weather, her nipples made a soft shape in her dress. Peter imagined her dress off and thought briefly of putting his cock between his best friends tits and cumming all over them. Peter was quite imaginative and this wasn't the first time he thought about Jessica. But he knew nothing could ever happen, because Jessica always talked about other guys, and her ex is one of his closer friends. It was only ever going to be friends and he was okay with that. He took a swig of the bottle of tequila and handed it off, but not without washing it down with coke.
The tequila hit quickly and he felt his barriers come down. He looked over again at Jessica, who had now spilt a little tequila on her chest, and reacting harshly to the alcohol. Peter took this moment to stare at her tits. Maybe on this night, there might be something between them?
"You like what you see?" Peter averted his eyes and met hers, and saw a little smirk.
Perhaps it was a possibility. Jessica got out of the car first and Peter followed behind, checking out her ass the whole way to the door.