Parties for Skinny Girls

Well in my experience every party is for skinny girls. They are the only ones that are suppose to have fun. I love to watch sometimes, in between my socializing and dancing. They whined and grind all night, fast beat, slow beat no beat, the only dance move they need to know is the skinny bitch dance, poke your ass in the air and wait for some horn ball to poke you in the back. Her silhouette hypnotizes him, he can't see her face, he doesn’t need to, she has a smoking body, you don't fuck her face he convinces himself. They grind for one or two songs and then she turns around. Still grinding, they may make out. His hand all over her ass and boobs. More drinks, looser she gets, and then they disappear to a bathroom if he is lucky, or a futon if she still has her wits about her. Getting to know each other she imagines, keep this up for another twenty minutes and i might get blown he thinks. While he convinces her to go upstairs or someplace more private, her cock blocking friend notices the rendezvous, she stops her, warning she has too much to drink. The cock blocker friends only 2 degrees more sober than her friends, is ugly, most likely chubby, who convinces herself that she is has too much self esteem to blow guys or get banged over the toilet. In reality no one would want to bang her or get blown by her, she is awkward, not really unpretty just unattractive. She is the girl that the pretty girl with low self esteem befriends in order to feel good about herself. She befriends the pretty girl to assure herself that being pretty isn't all that it is cracked up to be.
Me being the fat girl, the only fat girl at the exclusive skinny girl party goes ignored by most. People bumping into me not saying excuse me. I draw attention to myself by being the best dancer. One man thinks, damn she can really move for a big girl. Another focuses on my breast but one special one made eye contact with me when I first arrived, before the lights went low, before the air was clouded with smoke, before i removed most of the accessories of my overly elaborate Halloween costume. He was interested I could tell, he was awkward and quiet. I can spot a chubby chaser a mile away, if I didn't or couldn't I would never get laid. I sent my sexy magical fat girl vibes to him thru the crowd, come her i beckoned, dance with me, say hello, smile. I got a smile and he looked away. I became determined to have him. To talk to him, to kiss him.
I went over to him and positioned myself close to him, by the circle he sat outside of. "Hello" he said, " I can't dance". "Huh" I said. "You look like you love to dance, I am horrible". I laugh at him and somehow convince him that I would teach him how to. Lucky for him the next dance set was 90's hip hop, my personal fave to dance to. I grab him by the hand and we exchange names. Now I, who seemed to be possessed by the skinny girl demon that was in the air, abandon my dance moves and just dance close to him. His hands on my ass, him looking into my eyes. He kisses me. I was amazed he kissed so well and looked so stupid with my black lipstick that came off on his mouth. Embarrassed I told him that he looked silly and he should probably wipe it off. I follow him to the bathroom. The light is bright, I glance in the mirror and my make-up is a mess. He comes behind me and looking in the mirror I smile at him, he tells me he thinks I am beautiful, he starts to kiss my neck and feel my body. I feel him get hard. "I don't let people fuck me in bathroom" I protested. He laughs loudly and informs me he lives here and his bedroom is up stairs.
Now the only guaranteed way to get noticed as a fat girl at a party is to make your way upstairs led by an attractive boy. Especially an attractive boy that owns the house. I was not prepared for that type of exposure so I told him I would meet him upstairs, I was just going to tell my friends that they shouldn't wait for me. I could find my own way back home. I did as promised and met him upstairs. In his room he played Frou Frou Details. He offered me some weed, I refused. His bed was a California King, holy shit, it was as big as an ocean. I laid down very tired and tipsy and he removed my shoes and started to rub my feet. I giggled, instructed him to stop and motioned for him to lay next to me. Kissing again, then came sucking, and then licking, then fucking. We played for about 3 hours. I rode him until my back hurt. He was a loud cummer, extremely loud He loved my breast, I worshipped his cock. It was not very long but extremely thick. God he felt good. He was the best I had in a while. He enjoyed my body. We talked alot during, we laughed and joked. It was fun. When we were done I made my way to the bathroom and washed up a bit and began to get dressed. He didn’t want me to leave, the party was over and the guest were all gone and the train was no longer running. I slept in his bed, in his arms, cuddling, like this was real. I woke up when the sun came up and went into the bathroom and used his mouth wash and then washed my face. I gathered my things, by this time he was awake, and fumbled in the bathroom. He kissed me walked me downstairs and I searched for my purse. I found it in the kitchen and I found him eyeing me again. "Well I will see ya around" Leaving after a one night stand is the worst. He didn’t say goodbye he just followed me to the front door, he stood in front of the door in his boxers. His cock was semi hard sticking out and I couldn’t resist. I dropped to my knees and started sucking his cock. He didn't want to cum so he stopped me. Pulled me over the couch and took my pants off and left my panties on and fucked me with his fingers until I came. He then used his mouth and I came again. He turned me over the couch ready to fuck me again but I protested, CONDOM, HELLO. ha my purse, I had condoms in my purse. I was beyond wet and it was so tempting to let him feel me for two seconds. After cumming twice I was so tight. So I let him fuck me for what felt like 3 thurst until he couldn't take it anymore. He fumbled and put the condom on and slammed it in. Jesus this was amazing. I was bent over the couch knees on the ground. I was almost crying this felt so good. He was so deep, I wanted to cum again but he beat me to it and was loud again. He was finished collapsed on the ground. I had to cum, I was really close so I began to finger myself, laying on my back. This excited him and he watched me. He took off my top and bra and played with my breast.Stroking himself trying to get hard again. Bingo, it worked. He slammed it in again. No condom ,oops,and he fucked me good and proper, it was another 10 mintues until I came. I came so hard. This time I was loud, this orgasm came from my deepest depth of my soul it felt like. He let him fuck me for a little bit longer but I was so sensitive down there I couldnt take it. So I pulled him out and put him in my mouth. He moaned and groaned and grabbed my head, I watched him, he told me he was cumming. I didnt stop. I wanted to swallow his cum. He was so great to me I was in an orgasm haze. I would have let him do anything to me at that point. He came, I swallowed. He was loud again and collapsed again to the floor. I put my pants on, grabbed my purse and walked to the train station.