“Don’t go!” she pleaded with me. “You need to get back out there so you can move on from Phillip. I can’t take any more of your moping around about him.” She even found a way to make my breakup about her. “Rebound guy, remember? This house is full of them. Plus, I’m looking for Todd, the guy from my chem lab. Just stick around for a few more minutes, okay?”
I reluctantly agreed. Sheila brought me a drink—some sort of mixed concoction that smelled like prune juice and tasted like Dr. Pepper. She handed it to me and gave Kelly a wink. I sipped it, and it was good. Too good. It was gone before I knew it, and within a couple minutes, my head was really swimming.
That’s when I saw him. Tall, dark, all that. He came over to me and hit me up with a few clichés—“I haven’t seen you here before, where have you been hiding?” and “What do you do for fun, besides being hot?”—dumb stuff like that. Usually, I’d laugh at that sort of come-on—I mean, does that work on anyone? But I was well on my way to drunk, and the edges around my vision were getting fuzzy.
He finally just came straight at me. “So, what would happen if I kissed you?”
I blinked at the question. Had this guy never kissed anyone before? Did he really not know what would happen? These were the kind of questions that were going through my head, so that should have been a red flag that something was amiss. I also heard Kelly’s voice in my head saying, “Rebound guy.” So, I finally just said, “Only one way to find out.”
I remember his lips were rough, chapped. They felt scratchy on my face and neck as he nuzzled and kissed me. He ran his hands over the outside of my halter top, and I felt my nipples respond. His hands wandered, stroking my thighs, lifting my skirt, I’m sure flashing my underwear at others in the room. I was wearing white panties with a red heart on them. I’d just recently got them—part of a set with different emojis on them—so I didn’t mind if people saw them. Wherever his hands touched me, I felt them for a few seconds, like a replay of the touch. It was a wild feeling, and I wanted more. I knew I should stop him, but everything felt so good I just let him run his hands all over me. He snuck a hand inside my halter top and found my breasts and my hard nipples. I gasped when he tweaked them. Fuck, that feels good! More of that! I did not tell my brain to shut up. Aloud, I just moaned.
That’s when Kelly came over and grabbed my arm and pulled me away from him. “Darcy, what the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
I was confused. “Rebound guy, remember? I gonna let him put it in me.” I was finding it difficult to talk.
She was angry, but I had no idea why. “Seriously? A house full of men and you had to go for him? Of all the people, you had to pick the one guy I wanted? Some friend you are.”
Ah, so that was it. This was Todd. “How I supposed to know? You two poured liquor in me and tol’ me to get laid, and that’s what I’m doing. He never even introduced hisself.”
Her lips were pursed so tight if you put a piece of coal between them, she’d spit out a diamond. “I think you were right before. It’s time for you to go home.”
There was no way I was leaving. I wanted more touching and petting from Mr. Magic Hands. “No way, Kel. My puss is on fire right now, and he’s got the equipment to put it out.” Honestly, I had no idea why I was talking like that—it wasn’t normal for me, but it was how I felt at that moment.
Sheila came over and saw Kelly’s angry face. “What’s going on, guys? Why are you pissed off?”
“Little Miss ‘I don’t wanna go out tonight’ had my guy’s hands all over her, flashing her stupid heart panties to the room.”
Sheila, the good friend, took my side. “You’ve barely talked to him, Kel.”
“I have too! He invited me here tonight!”
“He invited you and as many friends as you could bring. This was hardly a date.” She jerked a thumb in my direction. “And if you haven’t noticed, the ecstasy is kicking in.”
I looked at Sheila. “Wait, what? Ecstasy? What?”
She laughed. “Don’t be mad, but I dosed your last drink. You really needed to loosen up and enjoy yourself. You’ll be fine. It was Kelly’s idea, but I thought it was a good one. I really wanted you to have fun tonight.”
I should have been furious that my friend and roommate had drugged me, but I was feeling too good to get mad. “Can’t take it back now, can we?”
Kelly folded her arms across her chest. “No, but you could leave.”
Yeah, I was high on ecstasy in a house full of guys who would probably love to bang me, and everything that touched me felt incredible. “I’m not going anywhere. I have rebounding to do.”
“Look, Darcy, either you leave, or I’m leaving. You’re being a total bitch about this.”
“You told me to get laid, and Sheila gave me the sexy drug. I’m not going home when I feel this good.”
“Fine,” she said and turned on her heel.
“She’ll get over it,” Sheila said. “Go get some cock. I’ll cool her down.” She winked at me and took off after Kelly.
I turned back to Todd, who had been standing a few feet away. “Where were we?” I asked.
“Well, we were making out pretty hard, but that chick from my chem class tried to cock block you.”
“I don’t have a cock.”
“Would you like one?”
I walked into that one. I could have said no. I should have said no. But two things were going on in my head. One, I was high and horny on X. And two, I was pissed at Kelly. If Todd wanted me instead of her, he could have me. But I had to play a little hard to get.
“My roommate is mad cause you touched my boob and flashed my panties at the room. I don’t want to cause trouble between you two.”
“Who? Kelly? I don’t like her. She’s hung up on me or something, but she’s not my type. Not like you. You’re like, super hot. Are you down to have some fun?”
“Well, I am at a frat party, so that’s pretty much a yes.”
“Like, wild fun. The kind that they make movies about?”
I squinted at him. “I’m not making a porno with you, if that’s what you’re hinting at.”
“No, no, no, nothing like that. Just… maybe some more people involved.”
My impulse this time was to say no, but I had a flash of me coming back to the apartment with my tail between my legs, five minutes after Kelly and Sheila left. I didn’t want to give Kelly the satisfaction. “I’m listening.”
I swear Todd did that Yes! fist pump in his head so hard I could see it. “Alright, come with me.”
He took my hand, and I let him lead me to the basement steps. Red flag, right? Has anything good ever happened in a basement when you started the night doing tequila shots, and your roommates dosed you with X? I didn’t think so. Still, Kelly was such a shrill harpy, I felt it was my duty to have sex with this man. Or men. Whatever.
He led me down the stairs to a large room with about fifteen guys scattered around. Whoa, I wasn’t ready to do fifteen guys. I spotted a woman sitting in an oversized leather chair, but she was the only other female in the room.
Todd looked over at one of the other guys and called out, “Hey Boomer, is she good to go?”
Boomer returned a thumbs up. “GTG, man. GTG.”
I looked around, and the place was, to quote Van Wilder, decorated in early fuck. A large, cushion-armed leather sectional sofa dominated the room, with the other woman sitting in the oversized matching chair next to it. There were a few lamps scattered around with red bulbs in them. Music was playing from speakers that I couldn’t see. I remember hearing Too Drunk To Fuck by Buckcherry, and I wondered how many of these guys it applied to.
Todd led me to the woman in the big leather chair. I don’t remember much about her, other than she was stunningly pretty. Short, black hair, long tan legs. Todd nudged me. “Go sit by her,” he said.
I was going to ask why, but he gave me another push. The woman patted the cushion next to her, so I walked over and sat down. I don’t know what h
er perfume was, but I got one sniff of it, and I felt my face get flush. I got a tingle down below, and I felt what I call the “quickening” surge through me. It must have been pure pheromones, or the ecstasy was affecting my sense of smell, too. I felt my nipples harden again and remember thinking I should have worn a bra. “Holy shit, you smell nice,” I blurted out. I know, smooth.
She reached over and stroked my face, her fingers leaving tingles down my cheek. “Thank you! Do you know why they brought you down here?”
I shook my head.
“They want to watch us fuck each other.”
I was stunned but also spellbound by her. My face still tingled where she’d touched me, and I know this sounds cliché, but I felt myself get wet.
“Have you ever been with a girl?”
I gulped. I had never even considered it. “No.”
“Would you like to?”
The alternative would be running for the door, going home, and admitting to Kelly that I was in over my head. Of course, if I’d let her have Todd, she’d be in that chair. Would she do it? Fuck a girl in front of a dozen guys? And what were they going to get out of it? So many unanswered questions.
This is one of those “change you forever” moments. Seriously, brain? That wasn’t helpful. “I don’t know,” I finally said. “What—um—what do I have to do?”
She traced a line down my chest, circling the bumps where my nipples stuck out, leaving an electrified trail wherever she touched. She dragged her finger down my stomach and put it inside the waistband of my skirt, running it back and forth. My stomach twitched in response like it was a separate entity from me.
She leaned in, so close her lips were brushing my ear. Unlike Todd’s, her lips were as smooth as glass, and soft, and warm, and sent shivers down to my pussy and back up. “Why don’t I show you first, and then you can do it to me?”
This woman, whose name I never got, licked the outer edge of my ear, taking my earlobe into her mouth and gently biting it. Her hands were still running around my body, one of them under my halter, her nails scratching at my stomach, and the other on the outside of my thigh, under my skirt, tracing the hem of my panties. Everything felt amazing and perfect and right. I let out an involuntary moan.
“Well,” she said, “Is that a yes?”
“Uh-huh,” I heard myself reply. I relaxed and gave myself over to her.
More Wine!
I paused in my storytelling, trying to gauge where Gemma’s head was at, but her expression didn’t give me anything. I bet she’s excellent at poker, I thought. I drank more wine to stall for time, draining the remainder of my glass.
“Don’t stop now!” she finally exclaimed.
“So, this isn’t too much information, too soon?”
“Oh, no! I’m riveted over here! This is better than any night out. You’re making me flush! I’m delighted you agreed to come over tonight.”
“Well, I guess I am too. I’m gonna need more wine to get through the next part.”
“Say no more!” She swung her legs off the couch, and for a split second, I caught a glimpse of her panties up the leg of her shorts.
I was only slightly surprised to feel a thrill run through me at the image. I don’t know if it was the wine or reliving the story, but I was feeling pretty flush myself.
Gemma returned with a new bottle of wine. It was the same brand I brought over to pair with the balsamic vinegar used in the chicken recipe. She saw me looking at it. “I know, right? We think alike, apparently.”
She filled my glass, and I took a long sip. I’d be taking an Uber home tonight, for sure.
Gemma sat back on the couch, tucking her legs under her, bouncing on the cushion. She shook her head, and that long, black hair flipped around. It was spellbinding.
“Okay, intermission’s over. Get on with this story!”
“Alright, but it gets pretty bad.”
“I want to hear it. All of it.”
I took another sip and resumed the story where I’d left off.
All the Way, and Then Some
Ten Years Ago
S o, we were in this big leather chair, and this woman whose name I didn’t get, was whispering in my ear. I felt warm in all the right places, and I’d just agreed to let her have her way with me, with a small crowd watching.
She kissed me, full on the mouth, her tongue darting in and out like a hummingbird. Her soft lips pressed into mine, and she did that thing where she bit my lower lip and pulled it out a little. I love that! At that point, I was all in. I started kissing her back, running my hands up and down her back, squeezing her ass.
She ran her hand over my breasts, grabbing them this time instead of just grazing the nipples. I arched my back to make them more available to her. I didn’t even feel her untie the strap around my neck, but she must have, because she pulled my halter top down and put her mouth on first one nipple, then the other.
I moaned not just because it felt good—and it may have been the ecstasy, but it really felt good—but it clicked in my head that it was a girl with my nipple in her mouth. This was taboo! I felt the quickening. Electricity surged through me, and I moaned with pleasure.
The sound jolted me out of my reverie for a moment, and I saw that all around the room, men—boys, really—had their cocks out, stroking them. I was alarmed and was about to say something like, “What the fuck are you doing?” when the woman lifted my left leg into the air. My skirt rode up, and she started kissing my calf, working her way toward my knee. The masturbating frat boys were forgotten for a moment.
She held my leg with her right hand, and her left stroked my other thigh, working higher until she found my pubic mound. She rubbed it outside my panties while she kissed her way north on my left leg, past my knee now.
I closed my eyes and rolled my head back. I’m sure the ecstasy helped, but her hand pressing and rubbing on me was sending wave after wave of pleasure cascading out from my pussy through the rest of my body, and back again.
Her mouth was mid-thigh now, and I was quivering, eagerly anticipating what would come next. She slid my panties to one side and kissed that sensitive spot where the thigh meets the body, and I almost came. I knew she was going to lick my pussy next. A woman was going to put her mouth on me. It was naughty and exciting, and it felt good.
Except I was wrong. What happened next was one of the frat boys, um, made a delivery on my chest. I was shocked and on the verge of anger. The other guys laughed at him and shoved him out of the way.
“And the first contestant drops out!” Boomer shouted.
“Fuck this” was on the verge of leaving my mouth when the woman’s tongue parted my lips and traced a path to my clitoris. The scandal of a woman putting her mouth on my pussy made me forget about the boys again. It made me forget about everything other than her, and what she was doing to me.
I was so wet that she easily slid her fingers inside me. Two? Three? I don’t know. But between the rhythmic pulsing of her finger and her tongue doing calligraphy on me, I was lost in her actions. My whole existence was narrowed down to my pussy and her tongue. I vaguely heard more cheers go up from the crowd, but I didn’t pay attention to them. I was breathing hard, moaning, my hips rising an inch or two every time she moved her hand.
Now, it’s not like I hadn’t been eaten out before, but this was a whole different thing. My orgasm was building. I heard another cheer, only now it seemed like they were cheering for me. I was climbing up a monstrous wave of pleasure. My hips were bucking against her mouth, and she pressed back like she’d been eating pussy her entire life. I was moaning and grinding against her mouth. I grabbed her hair and pulled her face down tighter against me. Another cheer went up. I never wanted this to end. Every nerve ending was exploding. I was no longer in my body but watching from above. When I came, I swear I levitated out of that chair. My pussy pulsed so hard I think my Kegels pushed her fingers out, and for the first time in my life, I squirted.
I collapsed into the le
ather chair, my chest, arms, and hair sticky with cum from whatever weird bukkake beat-off game the boys were playing. I was out of breath, and my pussy was vibrating in the afterglow.
The crowd fell silent for a moment. I guess the boys were waiting to see what I was going to do. I released the woman’s hair, and she looked up at me, her face dripping with my cum, a smile spread across her visage.
She climbed up my body, feline in her motions. She pressed herself against me, not seeming to care that I was sticky from the boy’s spent fluids. She bit my ear again and purred, “My turn.”
I stood on wobbly legs and let her take the chair. She took her shirt off, exposing her B-cups. I hadn’t noticed she wasn’t wearing a bra, but that might be because she had the firmest tits I’d ever seen. I removed my halter top all the way, then unfastened the button on my skirt and let it drop. My white, heart emblazoned panties were soaked, so I slid them off.
“Holy shit,” someone said.
The woman took the cue and slipped her shorts and G-string off. I straddled her and leaned in close, our bare breasts touching, the sensation of her nipples brushing over mine sending fits through my pussy. It was my turn to bite her ear. I pulled on her lobe, sucking on it for a moment before whispering, “I’ve never eaten pussy before. You need to tell me if I can do something better.”
I sat up, and she squeezed my breasts while I teased her nipples into hard buds. “You know what you like. Just do that,” she purred. I started kissing and licking her neck and chest, and she pushed my head down toward her pussy. “Just go for it,” she instructed me. “I’m ready for you.” I slid off her and found myself on my knees, face to face with my first-ever vagina. She was waxed completely bald, where my pubic hair was the classic pie-shaped bush, carefully trimmed, but not waxed. I found it to be beautiful, and I decided at that moment that the first chance I got, I was getting waxed clean.
If you’d told me that morning that by the end of the day, I’d be having lesbian sex with someone I didn’t know, in front of a crowd of ejaculating frat boys, I’d have said: “There’s no fucking way that’s ever happening.” But here I was, about to eat a stranger’s pussy. I trembled in anticipation. Did I have the nerve to go through with it?
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