Tasting Candy: Over 60 Erotic Pregnancy Stories

I dallied upstairs, unable to believe what I’d gotten myself into. Looking in the mirror, I saw a whole different woman. Not myself, but some vixen who was far more confident and sexually experienced than I could even pretend to be. The outfit left little to the imagination, and I was left dumbfounded that I was expected to wear this thing down.

My nipples were stiff and showing through, I worried that you might even be able to see them through the white blouse I put on over top of it, but then my time ran out. For two reasons: one Laura wrenched open the door, the other was because I could feel the ecstasy kicking in, and suddenly… everything felt a little less stressful and severe.

Even the feeling of the silk blouse rubbing over my nipples felt like absolute heaven, the sensation making me flutter my lashes a little as I just tried to take it all in. To relax into the strange, new high.

I felt like everything was moving a little slow, including myself, and I nervously smiled at Laura, smoothing down the black skirt I’d borrowed. I almost looked like one of the servers myself, I mused inwardly.

Well, other than the leather collar around my throat and the cuffs around my ankles and wrists.

“Do I look okay?” I asked.

She marched on into the room, stalked around me, studying me like some sort of reality show TV judge, and tugged at the skirt and top. “I think you’d do better without the extra skirt, I mean… this is a party darling,” she said in that hoity toity way of hers that so rarely came out, except when she was stressing that I screwed up. “But it’ll do for a start,” she said with a sudden smile springing back to her face as she hooped our arms together and tugged me towards the door.

“Your party awaits,” she said.

The extra skirt? I thought, confused for a moment. The thing she’d given me didn’t even come close to covering my butt, and it was open in the front!

But still, the sensation of the material was... exquisite, and I knew better than to argue with Laura’s expert eye.

“So who’d you invite?” I asked, my words coming out slow and drawling.

“Nick, Ben, Robert, Daniel...” she said, her eyes towards the ceiling as if trying to recall. Though honestly, I was surprised by who she’d chosen. They weren’t guys that we usually hung around. I mean, I knew of them because they all tended to have a reputation of throwing the lowest and biggest parties, and the fact that they were all built jocks definitely didn’t hurt.

I widened my eyes a bit at the realization. At the last football game, Laura’d gotten us great seats right near to the players, and the entire time, she’d been talking about them. About how hot they were, trying to get my opinion. She’d been planning this since then!

Though once we started climbing down the stairs, I got my first glimpse of the party below. I don’t know what I was expecting, but it wasn’t what I saw, that’s for sure.

There, laid out beneath us as we climbed the spiral staircase, was a sea of hunky men. Some of them were servers, but they stood out because they wore shirts. Even as tight and skimpy as they were, they were still shirts. All the hunky footballers, however? Topless. To the last.

“Surprise!” Laura said, as I stared, jaw hanging low, no words of my own for the situation as I watched the guys joke around as if it were a locker room, pounding shots, drinking at the same time.

“They’re topless,” I muttered in disbelief.

“It’s a theme party!” Laura said. “Topless hunks only. All for you, babe,” she said with a cheeky grin.

And true enough, I saw not a single other girl at my party who wasn’t a server.

I really, honestly, didn’t know what to say.

I took in a deep breath, and even the air tasted different. And I knew I should be feeling... upset? Confused?

But it was like a distant feeling like you were supposed to feel a different way but just didn’t. It was a strange sense of detachment from the normal reactions I’d have that my body kind of sought out, but couldn’t quite find.

Instead, my nostrils flared as I caught the scent of booze and masculinity in the air.

“I can’t believe it,” I whispered.

“I know, right?” Laura said excitedly to me as she guided me down to the main floor, adding on a few whispered words in my ear. “My pussy’s wet just thinking of what all these studs can do,” she purred as the guys all looked towards us, their hungry lusts so obvious.

Each of the ripped, topless guys had a drink in hand and their eyes glued upon the two of us, as if they could smell our scent in the air, just like I could theirs. They grinned and stared, transfixed upon us as we moved through them towards a server that offered us up two drinks.

“They were all tested too,” Laura said to me as she clinked our glasses together. “So no rubbers, no worries,” she said with a grin.

I was breathing fast, I could tell that much, and excitement rose within me, especially as I felt Laura’s other hand trail down my spine, a tingle growing in the pit of my stomach. It was amazing what that little bit of touch did to me.

“They’re gorgeous,” I said before I followed her lead, drinking back my wine. Even that tasted so much more intense and flavourful, and I craved more of everything. Of the wine. Of Laura. Of those beefy studs.

But... sex?