by Cee Perkins
“Right. If you need anything, just holler. Everyone else does.”
I thought he grinned, but with his head still down, I couldn’t really tell. I turned and made my way over to Salty, who had each arm around a girl, and shook my head. How far was I really going to push to see Dan’s dick?
Dan
Practice. I just needed practice. I could talk to a pretty girl. Breathe in, breathe out. Of course, it helped to look at the pretty girl I wanted to talk to…I’d get there. Right?
I glanced around for Ryan and Cay, finding them dancing near the window. I’d never really been to a party before. But it seemed pretty…not awful. I could chill here. It was open and the windows were big enough that I didn’t feel smashed in. I leaned as casually as possible against the wall, just watching everyone having a good time. Some with drinks in their hands, others with…well, that one had a breast in his hand, but she didn’t seem to mind. This was…just new. I guessed I needed to find new things I like, to get me out of my comfort zone. I could stick out one party, right? What bad could really happen?
*****
Parties were fun. Like, super fun. I could totally be a party person. I even put some rum in my second cup of soda, just to see if it was any good. Corra suggested it, and I thought, why not? If I’m going to do this party thing, I might as well try all of it.
I didn’t know I could dance like this. I didn’t really like touching people, but wow, had I been missing out! The girl dancing with me had some sort of silky dress thing and it was so soft I wanted to just bury my face in it. So I did. I rubbed my face on her chest and smiled because it really felt nice. And, how about that, I’d made her laugh. I could hear the giggles and feel the vibrations from her chest and it made me laugh, too. I lifted my head to tell her, “Your dress is really nice. Soft.”
She giggled again and said, “Thanks. You could totally help me out of it later.”
“Why would you want to take this off? It feels really good against my skin,” I said, dropping my head back down.
“I could feel really good against your skin, too,” she said, and ran her fingers down my arms.
I rubbed her bare arms. “Mmm…not quite as silky, but you do feel good,” I told her. Suddenly, she wasn’t touching me anymore and there was a taller person standing in front of me. Oh, Corra. “I bet you’d feel like silk against me,” I said, and smiled.
Her eyes were on me hard, and her hands pulled mine to her hips before she wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me closer. I could feel her glossy hair against my cheek, her waist in my hands, the soft cotton of her shirt tangled in my fingers. The blue of her eyes was bright, the blond in her hair shining in the light behind her, making her glow like an angel. Her voice was low against the din of the music but I could hear her clearly.
“Yes, Dan, I would definitely feel like silk against you. Against all of you.” She ground her hips against me and…oh my god. I had never had a woman press up against me like that— ever. “Holy…” I mumbled, feeling like all the blood in my body rushed down there, and I stumbled, into Corra, and hung on tight. Friction. I needed some. Right. Now.
“Whoa, fuck, you’re…” Corra looked at me, eyes glassy, cheeks flushed, panting.
If I moved, I’d embarrass myself. Just the feel of the cotton of my briefs was going to make me...I clenched my eyes shut, and breathed deeply, which really turned out to be a bad idea because Corra smelled like marshmallows and jasmine and I really liked marshmallows. My hands gripped her harder, and I could feel it just before she moved. I held my breath, hoping, I could hold off and get past this long enough to get to the bathroom and not make a mess in my underwear.
“Dan…” she said, her voice a whisper, “Let’s see what’s at the end of the hallway. I’ll give you a hint, it’s my bedroom.”
“I bet you have a pretty comforter,” I told her.
“It’s the best,” she said, then grabbed my wrist and dragged me down the hall. The rum was making my head spin, and the flashes of color on her walls were vivid blurs as we rushed down to the end of the hall and through her door. Slamming the door, she turned and pinned me to it, her hands roaming over my chest as her lips met mine and the pressure buckled my knees and made a moan leave my throat. I’d never felt like this before. My entire body was on fire and I didn’t know where to put my hands so I just let them go where they wanted to and oh Jesus, I just touched her breast. I wanted to touch her without clothes.
Well, the rest of the night had been a new experience, so…here goes nothing.
I pushed Corra in the direction of the chaise next to us. She tugged at my shirt, and I let her take it off while I pulled at the zipper on her skirt. Her shirt had buttons and I was not getting into that mess. I just…what did I do now? I’d never done…this…with another person and I couldn’t even catch what was going on in my head. Her shirt was in the way but the buttons…my fingers weren’t working right.
“I got it,” she said, then just ripped the shirt down the middle and yanked it off. My eyes widened.
“Whoa that was hot,” I told her. She just smiled and reached for my pants, popping my button while I let my mouth wander down her chest.
I think I understood why the Trojan War started.
Chapter 9
Corra
Yes, yes, yes! I won! And, oh, god, his lips felt really good on my nipple. His mouth was wet and I really wanted it on my pussy. I sat down and spread wide for him. He watched, his thick dick bobbing like it had a heartbeat, slickness dripping from the tip.
“On your knees, Dan. Put your mouth right here,” I told him, fingering my pussy.
I was too buzzed to care where this sudden change in his behavior came from, too lust drunk to ask. He fell to his knees, then looked up at me with glassy eyes. “I’ve never…um…”
“Licked a pussy?” I asked, and he nodded. “Don’t worry, I’ll tell you what to do.” I gripped his hair and pulled him to me. “Stick your tongue out and lick me from the bottom to the top.” He did what I told him and it felt so good, so I tried to concentrate on his next direction. “Now lick back and forth at the to— oh, yes, just like that… Suck my clit…now lick down to my pu— ahhh yes, you’re…you’re…” He slowed abruptly, leaving me right on the edge, his tongue dipped in my pussy. He was quiet, though, and I looked down to ask what he was doing.
His eyes drooped and he passed out. With his tongue still in my pussy and his lips suctioned to me.
What the actual fuck?
“Dan. Dan,” I called, shaking his shoulder. “Dan!”
I could hear a grumble, then he rested his head on my thigh, his eyelids barely fluttering. “Sleepy,” he said.
Well. This was not what I wanted to happen. Yes, I got him naked, hard, and in my pussy, but I’d never felt so on edge and incomplete. What the fuck was I supposed to do? He’d passed out and I was still dripping. I guessed there was only one thing to do.
I adjusted his head on the chaise, then turned to straddle it, rubbing my clit against the velvet until I came. The. Most. Unsatisfying. Orgasm. Ever.
But seriously, what the hell happened? And what the hell was I supposed to do with him now? At least he was breathing, I guessed. But he couldn’t stay naked on my carpet in front of my bedroom door.
“Dan. Hey, Dan,” I said, trying to rouse him again.
His eyes blinked open, unfocused. “Sleepy,” he said.
“Yeah, I got that. Come on, let’s get in bed,” I said, and pulled on his arm.
“Sleepy,” he said, “wanna stay.”
“I know, tough guy, but the bed will be better.” Wait. First of all— when did I care about someone’s comfort? He’s the one that passed out— in the middle of eating me out, no less. Second— since when did I let anyone sleep in my bed, especially when they don’t fuck me first? Was I becoming a…decent person?
Oh, fuck no. “Fine. Stay here for all I care.”
Reaching for my clothes, I decided I’d had enough c
elebration and I wanted these fucking people out of my house. I was in a shitty mood and I wanted to drink alone.
I made my way back out to the living room, relieved to find most people gone. Cay and Ryan were in the kitchen, giggling like high school kids who found their parents’ pot. Salty at least had the decency to move the Ficus in front of the chair he was getting blown in, and there was a chick passed out on my couch with her legs open. She needed a wax.
“Salty!” I barked. “Party’s over. Get your fucking friends out.”
“Wait, I’m…fuck yes.” Gross. If there’s ever anything I didn’t want to hear, it’s my brother coming down a chick’s throat. Or coming at all.
“Alright. You’re finished, now leave.”
The Ficus moved and Salty appeared, zipping his fly. “Who walked out before making you come?” He asked, frowning.
“You have no idea how right you are. I’m just done with this party. Your other girl over there needs a spa day.”
He glanced over to the couch and chuckled. “Some men like it that way.”
Gag. He walked over to the chick on the couch as the chick that was just on his dick came out from behind the Ficus. “You might want to get her purse,” I told her.
Oh, shit, that was nice of me. Seriously, what the fuck was wrong with me?
“Oh, how’d you like that rum?” Salty asked.
“I didn’t have any. Why?”
“Special blend from the club,” he said with a wink.
“Did you bring drugged alcohol to a party where there would be a cop?” I asked, only half surprised he could be that dumb.
“Chill, dude, not with Rohypnol or anything. Just a little something to make the night more interesting.”
“Get out,” I told him, pointing to the door. The look on his face was one I hadn’t seen a lot in our lives. Now I felt bad. “I’m not mad, just want to be left alone,” I told him, to try and smooth things over.
Seriously. There was no sense in this shit. I was not a nice fucking person and I didn’t fucking care about people’s feelings or purses or carpet marks on their cheeks. What the fuck.
Still frowning, Salty stared at me an extra minute, then shrugged and turned to the door. “See ya later, sis.” A not so subtle reminder that I was a bitch. At least, I was supposed to be one. Tonight had me questioning.
Next, I went into the kitchen and interrupted Cay and Ryan’s drunken grope fest. “Dudes. Get a fucking room before fucking.”
Ryan laughed and Cay said, “We are trying. We were looking for Dan so we could take him home.”
“Dan’s not going anywhere. He’s passed out on my bedroom floor.”
Ryan immediately sobered. “He’s what now?”
“Passed. Out. On. My. Floor.”
“He was drunk?”
“I fucking guess so. He doesn’t seem the kind to pass out with no fucking reason.”
“He’s not the kind to drink liquor in the first place. I’ve only ever seen him drink one rum and Coke our entire friendship.”
“Rum?” I asked, understanding dawning. If he drank from the bottle Salty brought…dammit.
“Yeah, rum. And it was one drink, one time. I’ve known him twenty years. Shit. I mean, I told him he needed to get out more, try new things…but I didn’t mean for him to change who he is,” Ryan said, running his hands through his hair. “I need to check on him.”
“Um, no. He’s…naked.”
Cay’s mouth dropped to the floor and Ryan choked. “Naked? What the fuck, Corra!”
“How was I supposed to know he isn’t normally like that?”
“Oh, I don’t know, having met him?” Ryan looked pissed.
Well, guess what? He wasn’t the one who had to get himself off on a fucking chair, alone, after having the softest tongue on his pussy. Wait…that sounded wrong. Shit, I was still drunk.
And as I looked at Ryan and Cay, I realized I said all that out loud. “Shit,” I said under my breath.
“So nothing happened?” Cay asked.
“I mean, it would have if he wouldn’t have passed the fuck out!”
Cay started first— laughing, that is. Then, Ryan joined her, both doubling over tears streaming down their faces.
“Seriously. I’m so glad I could provide tonight’s entertainment. If you’ll excuse me, I’m going to fucking bed. With your friend still on my goddamn floor bare ass naked.” I turned on my heel and walked back down my hallway, their laughter still echoing in the kitchen.
Mother fuckers.
Dan
I wasn’t in my bed. Before I was even awake, I was fighting off the panic of not knowing where I was. And why everything was scratchy all over me. Oh my god, I was naked. On a floor that wasn’t mine. Where was I?
Groggy, I sat up and tried to breathe through the dizziness and nausea, then tried to get my bearings. I looked around and saw a strange bedroom, a woman’s bedroom. There was a chaise in front of me…and why was it familiar? The night before started to come in flashes.
Corra’s party. Tried some rum that didn’t have a label— why would I have done that?— and dancing. Silk, then cotton, then…lips. Corra’s hair, then Corra’s...OH MY GOD. Did I have sex with Corra?
I heard a deep breath and stirring from the bed. My head snapped to the bed as Corra sat up, her long blond hair disheveled and the sheet barely covered her breasts. I covered my eyes and told her, “I’m really sorry, Corra, I don’t know what happened last night…” God, I was humiliated. I remembered wanting to try to get to know her better to maybe work toward sleeping with her…eventually. Not that soon, though. And now I’d probably ruined it. There was no telling what I did last night. The last thing I remembered was telling her it was hot that she ripped her shirt off for me…and remembering it now was still just as sexy. I didn’t think like this…I needed to get some air…the room was closing in…
Suddenly, it got brighter in the room as Corra’s curtains opened enough to loosen my chest.
“Don’t worry, Dan the Man, nothing really happened. You passed out before we got very far,” she said, sounding disappointed.
Looking up at her, I saw her glance over me and I remembered that I was naked. I quickly tried to cover myself with my hands and looked around for my clothes.
“I’m sorry I ruined your night. I’m sure you had better—”
Her scoff stopped me short. “You didn’t ruin it, Dan. Although, for future reference, it’s rude to start licking a girl then pass out before she comes. FYI.”
I covered my face with one hand while leaving the other over myself. “Oh my god. I’m so sorry. I’ve never…done that before.”
“What? Get drunk and pass out?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.
“No…um…what you just said.”
“Licked a pussy? Yeah, you said that last night. Another FYI, you take direction very well,” she said. I looked at her through my fingers and saw a smile on her face. That smile gave me twitches I hadn’t felt before, down there. She was truly a beautiful woman, and I dropped my hand from my face and allowed myself to my gaze involuntarily looked down at her bare chest. Yes, those were nice, too. I could feel myself getting hard for her and I needed to go. There was no way I was ready for this. Still covering myself, I stood and started to reach for my clothes.
“I’m sorry again, Corra. You’re really beautiful and I wish I hadn’t passed out…even though…that has never been something I’ve done…but I imagine being with you is…incredible,” I said, keeping my gaze on the floor as I stepped into my underwear.
“I’ve had compliments before. But you don’t have to apologize. I’m not gonna lie, I was hoping you’d wake up this morning and want to make up for it, but…I understand,” she stared at me getting dressed, licking her lips.
Frozen, I stared at her lips and wished I were normal. I had never worried about it before, obviously, since I was just now realizing that I was not. But right then, I knew if I were normal, I’d have crossed this bedroom
and taken her lips with mine and climbed into bed with her.
But that wasn’t who I was. And I worried I’d never reach that level of comfort.
I shrugged my shirt over my head and apologized again to her, then turned to the door. “Wait, Dan?” she asked, still from the bed.
Turning slowly, I asked, “Yes?”
She licked her lips again and I thought she looked a little nervous. “Would you, um...would you want to grab dinner sometime? Maybe tomorrow?” she asked, her gaze on her hands.
I was floored. I never thought she’d have been interested in me to begin with, much less after that embarrassing incident the night before. And I’d never thought I’d be able to say yes to a date, especially one who’d seen me in such mortifying circumstances, but, more than ever, I wanted to step out of my comfort zone. “I- I’d like that,” I stuttered.
Her relief was instant, and she smiled again. “Great. I’ll get your number from Ryan? And call you later?”
“That would be good,” I told her, and gave her a shy smile.
I turned and walk out with my head held a fraction higher than it was. Until, of course…
“So, you passed out on her?” Ryan asked, chuckling from a spare bedroom door.
Chapter 10
Dan
After the most humiliating morning ever, I managed to get home, showered, and dressed in fresh clothes. I was still feeling hungover, and man, I could have gone an entire lifetime without knowing what that was like. I was guessing this was not what my therapist meant when he said I needed to try and change things up some. Some being the operative word there. Last night was not a some kind of night…that was like going all in.