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I wasn't even really in the mood to go out, but after about two solid hours of begging from Jenny, I'd finally decided to go. There were only two or three people I knew going to this party, but Jen was convinced it was going to be the greatest night ever, so eventually, I'd dragged myself out.

With the kind of mood I was in, I wasn't feeling too sociable, but I settled into a seat in the living room with my bottle of wine and tried my best to make the most of it. Lots of people were coming and going through the room and a few stopped to chat with me, but I'm hardly the life and soul of the party at the best of times, so none of them hung around too long. Jenny had long since disappeared upstairs with some guy - Dave, I think - who'd been the main reason she'd wanted to be there in the first place. I was feeling a bit jealous and unwanted. It had been months since I'd had any kind of action, and knowing she was just a few yards away, probably getting the fuck of her life, only made my frustrations grow.

To make things even worse, there was one guy who'd been in the room, sitting almost directly opposite me the whole night who I really quite fancied. I'd met him a couple of times before, but didn't feel comfortable enough with him to actually go over and talk to him. His name was Mark, and he was a friend of a friend of Jen's. I even thought I noticed him looking at me a few times, but every time I caught his eye, he shyly turned his eyes away. I really wanted to talk to him, to get to know him a bit better, to find out if he really was checking me out, but I was at least as shy as him, and it seemed so much safer just to carry on drinking and let my imagination do all the work. As usual.

I ended up getting quite tipsy. Quite a few people had either gone home by now or decamped to one of the 4 bedrooms, and in the living room there was only me and half a dozen guys. As always seems to happen, the conversation was turning to sex, and at last, someone tried to involve me in the conversation. It started off straightforward enough; the guys went round the room asking everyone how many people they'd slept with, their favorite positions and that sort of thing. I was starting to get wet as I remembered different things I'd done, from the first time I'd ever given head, to the first time I'd had sex, to that time with my last boyfriend when I gave him a sneaky hand job on the bus home from a club late one night. Things started to get a lot more interesting when one of the guys asked his friends who at the party they most wanted to fuck. All five guys said they wanted Jenny.

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