The nurse was grinding up on Terry almost as soon as he walked in through the door. She looked sort of familiar but he couldn't immediately place her. That wasn't terribly surprising; the party's lighting wasn't that great, she was wearing a costume, and even after four years together he didn't know the names of half his classmates. They knew him, though, so it wasn't all that surprising that she was dancing up on him. He was one of the elite, starting center on the basketball team with a rich politically connected father. Everybody knew him. The men wanted to be him, the women wanted to be with him.
What he did know was that her firm ass grinding on his package felt really damn good. He danced with her a little, hands on her hips, swaying, growing hard and getting off on the fact that he knew she could feel it through the fabric of his jeans and her nurse's skirt.
He also knew that she was legal. That was the stipulation his father had left before he had the go-ahead to throw the costume party: booze only if everyone was over eighteen. Dad was going to be making a senate bid next year. The last thing he needed was some kind of scandal, so the guest list had been harshly restricted to those eighteen and up.
He broke away from the nurse with a laugh, giving her a last swat on the ass before heading over to the kitchen. Omar and Hector were already inside, tapping the keg.
"Hey bro," Omar said, giving Terry a high five. "Lots of fly honeys in the party tonight."
"Yeah." Terry grabbed a plastic cup. "You see that fine-ass nurse? She was all up on my junk."
"Yo man, you better be careful Allison don't catch you," Hector said. "She'll slap your balls off."