LITTLE AT THE PARTY

An Erotic Novel of Ageplay & Sharing

E. J. Shade

LITTLE AT THE PARTY

An Erotic Novel of Ageplay & Sharing

Copyright © 2026 by E. J. Shade

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This is a work of fiction. All characters are consenting adults. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

This book contains explicit adult sexual content involving ageplay, power exchange, and group dynamics between consenting adults. No minors appear or are depicted in this work.

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Chapter One

The Lilac Dress

The lilac dress was soft as breath against her skin. Fluttery sleeves, a ribbon tied high under the slight rise of her chest, the hem stopping high on her thighs so that every step showed the pale-pink lace panties beneath---delicate embroidered roses along the waistband, a tiny bow at the front, already darkening at the center from the heat of the room and the slow, inevitable dampness gathering between her legs. She stood only as high as his hips. When she pressed against his side, the top of her head brushed the hard line of his belt.

The living room breathed heat and low music. Grown-ups moved through it in darker clothes---charcoal trousers, open-collared shirts, sleeves rolled to the forearms. The smaller ones in pretty dresses and frilly panties were already being handled: lifted, bent, opened. Across the couch one of the short ones was on her knees between a pair of strong thighs, her ruffled skirt flipped up so the grown-up behind her could palm the seat of her frilly panties. Someone else was bent over the arm of a chair, dress pushed to the waist, a thick cock sliding slow between closed thighs while she held still and listened to the wet sounds. The air smelled of sex and perfume and the sweet lotion all of them had been rubbed with earlier.

No one stared only at her. She was simply one more small body in the middle of the noise.

He rested a heavy hand on the back of her neck, thumb stroking the soft skin there, and guided her deeper into the room. From this height she could feel the heavy outline of his cock already thickening behind the fabric of his trousers, pressing against the middle of her back. His hands moved under the hem of the lilac dress, sliding up the outside of her thighs until they reached the lace edges of those pink panties. He did not pull them down yet. He simply cupped her through the soft material, one big palm covering her entire small mound, the heel of his hand pressing firmly against the front while his fingers curled under and found the damp heat between her legs.