“Allen, this my friend Sam. We, uh, enjoy playing with each other.”
Sam smirked and walked over to Allen. She climbed on and straddled him, kissing up his neck until he felt her breath fan out on his ear. “Do you want to play with us?”
“What?” Allen could not believe this was actually being proposed. He was not even sure if his thoughts were headed in the right direction. She leaned back and laughed before kissing him. As they kissed, she pushed him back until he was lying on bed. She started gyrating her hips and pressing down so she could feel his growing erection against her through her panties. Even through their underwear he could feel her moisture and warmth. “You’re not too drunk?”
She laughed again and replied, “Honey, no. I’ve barely even finished one drink tonight.” Charlie walked up behind her and slid his hand under her dress, taking it off her and throwing it off to the side of the room. He immediately unclasped her bra and took it off her as well, throwing it so it landed on top of her dress. He placed his hands and lifted her up. “Her panties,” he instructed Allen. He quickly complied without question. She giggled and reached down to grab his cock, taking out from the opening in his boxers. She lowered herself and he felt his rock-hard cock slide completely into her. She moaned and leaned back against Charlie who was busy fondling her breasts and sucking on her neck.
After a couple minutes, Charlie grabbed her again and turned her to face him. She pushed her hips back down so Allen could penetrate her and she continued moving up and down on him, occasionally squeezing his cock by contracting her pelvic muscles. Charlie leaned down and kissed her sloppily in the heat of the moment while taking off his own pants and boxers. He pulled back and took off his shirt, her hands reaching forward to rub all over his pale skin. “Oh baby,” he said to her as she pinched one of his nipples. She pushed him back slightly and leaned forward to take his cock into her mouth.
Allen grabbed her hips and helped her keep the up and down movement going while she sucked off Charlie at the same time. It was not long before her movement changed and she started moaning in pleasure around Charlie’s cock. Her body went rigid and her orgasm hit her so intensely she collapsed backward onto Allen. He held her but continued thrusting in and out of her, faster and faster, until he felt his own buildup. Charlie reached forward and began rubbing her clit, causing her to whimper. As Allen pounded into her harder and faster, Charlie picked up the pace of rubbing her clit causing a second orgasm to hit her. This time she writhed on top of Allen who was now shooting his cum into her between sudden jerks of his hips.
Charlie picked her up and she draped her arms over her shoulders while weakly wrapping her legs around him. He walked over to push her against the wall for support and immediately began pounding her fast and her. He bit down on her shoulder as one hand began fondling one of her boobs. She moaned weakly, still worn out from her first two orgasms. It was not long before Charlie was jerking his hips roughly and cumming inside her as well.
He walked over to the bed when he was finished, still inside her, and laid her down. He thrust in and out with long, slow strokes before his erection died down. He massaged her clit between his index and thumb causing her to moan loudly as the third orgasm hit her. Her body went limp at the end of it and that was when Charlie slipped out of her. He sat back on the desk chair to catch his breath and gain some strength. Allen, meanwhile, had been lying on the bed the entire time panting and resting. After a few minutes, he sat up and looked at the other two.
“I never expected anything like this to happen.”
Charlie laughed out loud and said, “Of course not. Why would you?”
Both Sam and Allen laughed at his response. “True. But, I mean, I didn’t even expect to...”
“Hook up with anyone?” Sam sounded exhausted when she spoke. Surely three orgasms so close to each other would wear anyone out, especially how intensely they seemed to hit her. Allen reached over and rubbed her thigh. She let out a deep sigh and closed her eyes, drifting off to sleep. Charlie handed Allen some tissue and the two cleaned up as best they could before getting dressed.
“We definitely shouldn’t just leave her here alone like that,” Allen said nodding toward the naked, sleeping Sam. Charlie swiped a key from his desk and waved it. He motioned toward the door with his head and the two headed out. He locked the door and dropped the key into his pocket.
“There. Nobody will be bothering her,” he told Allen as they walked out to the patio. “Isn’t she really something?”
“Yeah, she really is. I mean, not just because of what happened. She just really is.”
“You liked her, huh?” Allen simply nodded. Charlie chuckled and said, “I knew it. I had a feeling you would. Putting aside that she’s damn hot and has a great personality, she’s just totally the type you would be into.”
Allen lifted his hands and shrugged. “I can’t really deny that,” he said. He stood up and went to get a couple beers for them. When he came back, one of the guys from earlier had come by to say goodbye to Charlie. He stayed for a few minutes talking about something Allen did not really know of or care about before heading out. “So,” Charlie said, “Would you want to hang out with her some more before you leave then?”
“Do you mean actually hang out or like a repeat?”
Charlie laughed and replied, “I meant actually hang out. Though you can have a repeat if you want or some version of it.” He pulled the key from out of his pocket and handed it to Allen. “Go keep her some company. She takes really short naps.”
Allen took the key and walked back to the bedroom, slipping inside quietly. Just as Charlie had predicted, she was already awake. She was even cleaning herself up and doing a much better job of it than he or Charlie had done. “Hey there, how are you feeling?”
“Exhausted but very satisfied,” she told him as she slipped her dress back on, not bothering with her panties or bra. “I think I’m going to head home now for a shower. I’ve had my fun at this party.” She looked up at him and winked.
“Would you like some company on the way home?”
She tilted her head and smiled. She gave a single nod before throwing her bra and panties into her purse and slinging it over her shoulder. He placed the bedroom key back on the desk where Charlie had gotten it as she grabbed his hand. They walked out of the bedroom holding hands. She was about to head out the door when he told her he wanted to say goodbye to Charlie. They both went to let him know they were leaving and he waved them off, wearing a self-satisfied smile the entire time. They walked out and to his car. She had walked to the party because it was not far but they decided to just take Allen’s car back.
Five minutes later, he was parked in her driveway and walking her up to her front door. On the short drive, he learned she lived alone and really liked it. He kissed her goodnight and made to walk away when she stopped him by grabbing his arm. She pulled him into a lingering kiss before pulling back and asking, “You don’t want to come in for a shower?”
Allen smiled and replied, “You bet I do.”
--THE END--
Dancing in the Dark
"Paper or Plastic?"
Lacey jumped, nearly dropping her keys in the process. She'd planned on bundling the bottles in her arms and trudging to the car, not caring what the 20 year old at the counter thought of a woman not much older than him buying 6 bottles of vodka at eight fifteen AM.
"Um...plastic." The words tumbled out of her mouth haphazardly, and barely audible. The boy leaned forward.
"Sorry?"
"Paper!" Lacey almost shouted the word, and the boy leaned back, eyes wide. She'd changed her mind and tone so quickly he wasn't sure how to react. She was embarrassed, and glad when he finally slipped the bottles into the large paper sack.
"$76.50." The boy stood still, watching for her next move.
Lacey handed him four twenties, grabbed the bag, and fled. She heard the boy shouting for her to come back and get her change, but she just kept walking. The s
oles of her ratty black Converse hi tops slammed on the wet pavement, and her thick hair was braided and pulled back into a bun that bounced slightly as she sped to the car.
This was the fourth time she'd been to this liquor store since she'd move to the little Southern California town of Redlands, about an hour and a half south of Los Angeles, equally north of San Diego. She's been here for a month, and each time she'd gone in, she'd looked worse than before. It was no wonder the boy was staring at her like she would break; her face was tired and the bags under her eyes could probably hold the six bottles of Stoli she had just purchased. Her skin, normally glowing and the color of coffee with a spoonful of cream, was dry and blemished. Her full lips were perpetually turned down at the corners now, instead of their usual perma-smile. Her curvy frame was losing its muscle, and her clothes were ill fitting. She'd moved here to pursue a dance scholarship at the University that would lead to a teaching position, and after her last audition, the interviewers had maintained radio silence. A week ago they'd let her know it would be another three weeks or so before a callback sheet was emailed. That was when she'd switched from wine to vodka.
Lacey sat behind the wheel of her little Fiat for a full minute doing deep breathing to calm her shaking hands. Finally, she pushed the key into the ignition and turned, glad for the warm air blasting through the vents. December wasn't usually this cold in Southern California, but global warming seemed to have its own ideas. The cold and rain meant she couldn't dance outside in her backyard like she'd planned. Not that she could dance very well while drunk.
The radio warbled in the background. At 5'8, Lacey wasn't tall, but the tiny car still felt cramped. The bottles rattled around in the back seat, freed from their bag after she turned a corner. Her body seemed to be on autopilot as she drove home, and she quickly shoved the Stoli back into the paper bag before shuffling into her small two bedroom house.
The house itself was in the historic section of Redlands, small and boxy, pained a pleasant butter yellow and planted squarely in the middle of a rather large yard. She had a half mile of grass in all directions, and she used that space to leap around while writing choreography for ballet or modern dance. Now it seemed cold and empty. She hadn't made a single friend since moving down from Sacramento, and even when it was filled with music, the house seemed too bare and unfamiliar. It almost felt haunted.
Lacey plopped the bottles down on the couch as soon as she got in the house. These would be the last of her sober moments. She gripped a bottle, twisted the top viciously, and brought the mouth to her lips. She savored the burning, acrid taste as the clear liquid slid past her lips. Her hips started to sway slightly; the burning filled her body and she felt her thighs start to relax. She closed her eyes and lowered the bottle. Then she opened them as a cool breeze wafted across her face. No windows had been opened; where had that come from?
After looking around for a few more moments, she shrugged and brought the bottle to her lips again. She wanted music now. She walked to her bedroom, still sipping at the vodka, and turned on her computer. She turned on a playlist of big band music. As the brass section began to play and the notes swelled to fill her house, she sashayed to the living room, walking in rhythm with the song. On the way, she shed a piece of clothing after every few measures; first her shirt, then the baggy sweatpants. Next came her white cotton panties---reluctantly; a cold wind rippled across her bare ass as she dropped them to the floor. She did a quick box step and used one hand to unhook her bra.
After fumbling with the clasps, she pulled the bra off. Her breasts swung momentarily, heavy and tear drop shaped. She brought the bottle to her lips again, and stepped in front of her hall mirror, admiring herself as she became more and more buzzed. She passed a hand over her right breast, the warm flesh filling the palm of her hand. Her nipple instantly hardened, and she smiled at herself in the mirror. She only loved herself these days when she was drunk, it seemed.
She took her nipple between her index finger and thumb, and began to pull. A flush of pleasure rolled through her body, and her lips began to part. She twisted her sensitive nipple slowly, rolling the firm nub between her fingers and beginning to breathe a little harder. The bottle of Stoli was in her left hand, now forgotten. Her right hand moved to cup her left breast, and gave it a squeeze. Her palm found her flat stomach, firm and smooth, curved around to her hips, which were full and lined with faint stretch marks. She felt her pussy grow moist, partially from the alcohol, and stood, gazing at her taut brown body in the mirror. Slowly, her hand moved to the soft, curly bush between her legs.
"Mmm." A moan escaped her lips as she leaned back against the wall behind her, brown eyes still on the mirror. Her bun had come undone, and was now a long pony tail. Her fingers found her vulva and separated the lips, moving her thighs apart. Her middle finger found her clit, and she began to stroke.
"Ohhh my god." She slid down into a sitting position and pushed the bottle away from her. She took her left breast in her free hand, pulling on the hard nipple and fingering her clit slowly and firmly. It was slick from her juices, and her knees began to shake as pleasure radiated outward, weakening her thighs.
"Fuck," she moaned softly. Her eyes closed and her head rocked back, and she began to use two fingers to rub her clit, speeding up and letting her breathy moans fill the room. Her brows furrowed, and her left hand twisted her nipples even harder, bringing spikes of pain to mix into the pleasure. She plunged two fingers into her pussy, now so wet she could feel herself dripping onto her wood floor. She pushed her long, slim fingers deep into the tight, pulsing walls of her pussy, curling them into a hook to gently tug on her g spot.
Yes.
"Yes," she screamed. Her legs were wide apart, one hand gripping her plump breast, the other busy pushing her fingers deep into her pussy to slam into that velvety spot that made her see stars. "Fuck!"
Her moans were whimpers now, and she released her breast so she could use a finger to circle her clit, sending her body into such incredible ecstasy that she stopped making sounds for a moment.
Yes.
Except that.
Her eyes opened.
There was a man crouched next her.
Lacey screamed and scrambled back before remembering there was a wall behind her. She leapt to her feet and ran toward her bathroom, but her foot caught on a rug and she went sailing toward the ground.
No!
She braced herself for the impact. It never came. Her body was tensed and no longer falling---it was inches from the floor. Lacey stayed still, unsure what to do. She was aware of something under her, but couldn't see anything. It was like a pocket of air had stopped her from falling. A pocket of air...roughly person sized.
Then it started to dawn on her. There was a shimmering look to the air beneath her, and it felt solid. The shimmering hegan to increase, then became a swirling white vapor. Finally the vapor began to take shape, and Lacey held her breath until the vapor changed and took on color and hue. Until it formed a human shape, wearing ripped jeans, a red sweater, and with a disarmingly sheepish smile.
Until she was looking at the man in the mirror.
Her breath caught in her throat, making her head feel like a balloon struggling to detach from her shoulders. The man was taller than her---she could see that even though he was lying down. He was white, with dark blue eyes, and brown hair like an old penny. He wore a thick red turtleneck, and his jeans clung to his legs, muscled like someone who spent long hours squatting and climbing, or even running. He was broad chested and stocky, though, not built like a runner; he was too wide, powerful, but probably not very quick. She shook her head roughly, like a dog getting out of water. He was obviously not real though, so how could he have any speed at all?
I'm sorry.
She heard the words, but his mouth wasn't moving. A ripple of fear began to build in her chest, and his eyes widened as he watched her. Almost a minute passed before he sat up, form still solidifying. He got to his feet slowly, and La
cey did the same. She pressed her back against the wall behind her. Finally she spoke.
"Get the fuck out."
His face, square and strangely pleasing, crumpled. I can't.
"Talk normally!"
He looked angry for a second, and then confused. Then his brow smoothed out, and he seemed to understand. She watched his features, suddenly aware of her nakedness. He didn't seem to notice her embarrassment. A few moments passed before his shoulders tensed, and he said, with some effort: "I can't." He coughed. "I'm sorry, i don't talk much. Out loud. Haven't had anyone to talk to in about 17 years."
Lacey forgot herself again. "So..you are a ghost?" He nodded, amused. "Then why can you touch me?"
He laughed. The act seemed to tickle him, and he laughed again. "I can't believe that's your first question."
Lacey relaxed. She felt like she'd been slipped into a warm bath; her body had reacted so strongly to his laugh that she couldn't help herself. "You're here. I'm not drunk enough to be hallucinating. I'm rational but not stubborn, i know there are things that we can't yet explain or understand. That's what I know. I don't know your name, though. Or why you're here." Her face flushed. "Or how long you've been watching me."
His head dipped, and Lacey guessed he was blushing. "I'm Justin. And I...I've been here the whole time. I used to live here, and I...I died here. But i don't usually watch you, when you're..." he drifted off, and gestured toward her; his arms were so long that his fingers nearly grazed her. "But I had a bad feeling, and ever since I died, my bad feelings usually lead to something...bad."
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