Teaser

Part 1

I cross the hall and head down the steps, following the music to the basement.

The TV is playing a stream of electronic and hip-hop music videos. There are people dancing to the music, glancing at the screen every so often, moving their bodies to the beat with their eyes closed. On the other side of the room is the pool table; there’s a crowd around it, playing and watching a game. Around the corner would be the card table and bathroom. On the couch opposite the TV are a few people just hanging out, chatting softly under the noise.

I make my way through the dancing crowd, saying hi and playing host. I see out the glass doors a large crowd outside, dancing and smoking and eating. I move towards the pool table to see what’s going on and get called over to the card table by John, one of my closest friends from high school in town from his college for the party.

I head over to where he’s playing poker with a few other people. Going around the table I know Jack, Ryan, and Sara from other parties I’ve thrown. John introduces me to the other two girls: Michelle and Holly. Michelle, a freckly redhead, blushes and says she knows me – she’s Emily’s friend, I realize, and we met at that club mixer.

No one sitting at the table is fully dressed, and there are clothes scattered about the floor under each participant: John is shirtless, showing off his muscles wrapped tightly around his short frame. Ryan and Jack both are down to their boxers, with their socks on.

Holly is a cute, short, and tanned brunette with long, flowing hair going down to her butt. She’s shirtless but still has on a pink lacy bra, encasing her impressive breasts above her flat stomach.

Michelle is tall and thin with shoulder-length hair, and is completely topless: her firm, orange-sized breasts are pale with a smattering of freckles across her upper chest. She holds her cards close, attempting to cover her nudity.

Sara is a thick brunette with short-cut hair. She's also topless and her breasts match her very full figure. Her tits are at least F-cups, massive with dark areolas and stretch marks. She’s not at all shy about her nudity, as we’ve all witnessed at parties and camping trips. It’s not really a sexual thing, either – she is really sexy and like with most of us in the club we’ve all fooled around with each other, but when she’s just relaxing with her jugs on display it’s as normal as can be.

Everyone has a cup in front of them, and there are a few bottles on the table and lying on the floor. John offers me a drink and asks if I want to join the game. I say I’ll wait another hand and then join in if that’s all right with everyone. Sara smiles at me and leans forward so her huge boobs rest on the table; shimmying her chest and causing the fragile table to shake with the weight and mass of her breasts, she flirtatiously says that she’d love for me to play now.

Ryan and John laugh at her total lack of subtlety.

I smile at the curvaceous woman and take a seat between Michelle and Holly, across the table from Sara. I wink at her as I sit down and she laughs, shaking her chest so her tits jiggle. John deals me in the next hand, and as I reach for the cards I see Holly’s hand under the table, rubbing John’s crotch through his thin boxers. His hand is on her thigh, but I can’t see more.

Holly’s too good at poker to still have her pants on while two of the guys are already down to just their skivvies – or the guys just suck at bluffing.

The game continues.

As others mill, dance, and play about the basement, the six of us, with a small audience, stay in our corner, playing strip-poker, slowly but steadily discarding lost clothing to the floor.

John loses his pants the very next hand. Holly and Sara also have to strip off their own pants (after some argument over whether Holly should lose her bra or her pants first, but despite Michelle and Sara already losing their bras but not their pants, the girls argued successfully – to the chagrin of the guys – that since bras are ‘undergarments’ they should be considered with panties and come off last).

In two hands I take off both my button-down and undershirt.

As I strip, Michelle also opens up and relaxes from her protective position next to me, leaning slightly towards me and rubbing my leg with hers. Emily wasn’t lying about Michelle’s crush on me. At this point in my “career” I don't turn down a woman for her looks, even though tall and thin isn’t really my style. With Michelle I am tempted by her inexperience and eagerness and wanted to do my part to make her feel more comfortable around the table.

Sara has to remove her pants, a tight pair of jeans that are skintight around her thick thighs. She stands and dances, gyrating her hips and sending her hands to rub and grab her thick body, her fat pussy through her panties, her huge tits out in the open.

Holly is more coy, just standing and stripping, turning away from us to show an amazing ass caught in a pair of pink panties matching her bra, before returning to her seat between John and me.

I glance at their hands again, and both had returned to their previous positions: Holly rubbing John’s crotch (now nearly at full-mast – he must have great self-control to last this long with such a gorgeous girl rubbing him out) and John stroking her leg, but now his fingers reach the hem of her pink panties. He plays with the hem, tracing the line and slipping his fingertips under the elastic. John’s taking Holly’s rubbing well, not moving all too much, but as he gets bolder with his stroking, Holly flushes and shifts in her seat.

Ryan is getting a shoulder massage from some beauty dressed in a low-cut colorful sundress, and Jack, having finished the last bottle of wine nearly all by himself, is lilting in his chair. When he finally collapses and falls asleep with his head on the table, bent over in his chair, our game is abandoned.

In a long lull of silence, Holly gets out of her chair and straddles John. Gyrating and grinding through the thin materials of their underpants, she initiates an intense make-out session to the laughs and catcalls of the others at the table. John’s hands grasp her bubble ass, pulling her towards him, squeezing her ample breasts against his own built physique.

Ryan and his masseuse leave the table. He nods to Sara, and she smiles at me as she gathers some of her clothes to help cover a part of her near-nudity and follows them out. She runs a bit to catch up to Ryan and his girl, catching the attention of most of the guys in the basement with her big jiggling tits and fat bouncing ass. She giggles at their attention and remarks, and poses a few times, dropping her clothes to display herself only in her black panties, before gathering her clothes again and exiting the basement through the sliding door to join Ryan and others outside.

Besides Jack, who’s passed out, and Holly and John, who are in each other’s worlds, Michelle and I are alone at the table. I turn to her and smile,

“Hi. I’m Jason.”

She smiles back, “Hi. Um, I’m Michelle. We met at the Club Mixer.”

She’s very obviously nervous, maybe for meeting me but probably more because she’s half-naked. She blushes.

“I remember,” I lie. “Do you want a shirt?”

She blushes a deeper shade of red all the way down to her chest, blotting her freckles, and crosses her arms in front of her breasts, nodding. I don’t know which one is hers, so instead I grab my button-down and hand it to her. She takes it, and our hands meet.

“Help me put it on?” she blurts out.

For as embarrassed as she’s playing, this girl knows what she wants!

I stand up, taking the shirt and walking behind her. She stands and moves towards me.

I stand behind her and slip the sleeves over her arms. As I reach around her to close the front, I purposefully graze her pointy tits, poking out of her pale areolas. Michelle exhales and leans back into me, turning her head. I kiss beside her eye, cross my hands in front of her, and slide my hands beneath the shirt’s open front, grasping her boobs. I squeeze and hug her close, blowing gently in her ear as she leans farther back. Her hands go to mine, above the shirt, and she holds me close.

An intimate moment in a raucous setting.

With fewer people inside, the music is a louder and clearer and Michelle starts to rock back and forth to the beat.

I steal a glance to Holly and John, who managed to tip the chair in which they’re sitting over. Now Holly is straddling John, who is still in the seated position in the chair, just on his back on the floor. They’re kissing passionately; Holly’s pink bra is off and thrown to the side and her panties are slightly askew – John is out of his boxers and they’re fucking right there! In the middle of the floor at a crowded party, barely concealed by the poker table and the bend in the wall.

Holly is gyrating her hips, twisting and circling as she grinds her pussy against and around John, trying to get as much of his cock inside of her and hitting all the right places.

Michelle and I are swaying back and forth, pushing into each other more with every movement. I’m standing with my back against the wall, and step forward an inch to lean backwards, allowing Michelle to lean more into me.

The music changes to a more bump-and-grind song, so that’s what we do: the young freshman turns her head back and smiles as she arches her back, protrudes as much of her ass as she can, and gyrates and circles her hips and butt into my crotch. She is still clutching my hands to her chest, but she starts to slide them down her body.

I oblige the hot young redhead with pleasure. I massage, squeeze, and rub down to her upper thighs, back to her lower stomach, thinking about fingering this thin beauty through her tight, elastic yoga pants. I’m toying with her – I might act on it, but I like playing before doing anything too fun.

Michelle sighs and whispers, “Where is your bedroom?”

Some girls just know what to say.

I grin and whisper back, breathily in her ear, “It’s just upstairs. Want to go?”

Michelle grinds harder into me and grabs my thighs behind her. I slide my hands down in a V to her pussy, over her yoga pants. My fingers touch at the bottom, and I apply pressure to her slit as I bring my hands back up her center. I’m not too hard yet, despite the intense sexual atmosphere, thanks to Emily’s excellent blowjob earlier in the bathroom. If I keep this attitude up all night, I’ll last for a long while.

The music is bumping, and more people are dancing now. Michelle closes her eyes and lifts her hands through her long red hair and above her head, twirling them like a stage dancer. She steps out and turns around, facing me. Biting her lip and looking at me through half-closed eyes, she twirls and gyrates and spins her body and hips and arms and hands, going from standing to crouching and back up like a pole dancer, leading her movements with her tight ass and sexy chest. I lean back against the wall, enjoying the show.

Michelle spins around and sticks her ass out towards me. I reach forward and pinch it; she jumps and turns quickly, posing in my shirt and her tight black yoga pants. She hooks her thumbs in her elastic waistband and, dancing all the while, strips off the tight black pants from her sensuously long, thin, pale legs. Stepping out of her pants, she spins again, giving me a show of her tight black panties: they’re workout underwear, those tight and short boxer-briefs. They outline the curves of her butt and the folds of her pussy well, putting on show everything I want from her.

Holly and John have flipped over and he's on top of her, slowly and surreptitiously fucking. Both still have their underwear on, but it’s obvious what they’re doing. Holly’s head is arched back and her mouth is open, breathing sharply with her eyes are closed. She grips John’s ass as he braces himself against the carpeted floor, kissing her neck. Unlike Randall from before, I have no interest in interrupting the act.

Michelle is still focused on dancing for me, living out her crush on me and doing a damn good job of it. Her hips are mesmerizing as she rocks them sharply from side-to-side with the beat of the music. Michelle rubs her hands from her hips to her knees and back up, pausing slightly at her tits to bounce and play with them; she looks me right in the eyes as she does this.

She’s still wearing my shirt – nothing is sexier than a hot half-naked girl in your shirt.

She dances over to me and slides up and down my body, kissing my nipples and neck before kissing me on the lips, rubbing her hands through my hair. She spins around and dance-walks away a few steps. She continues to dance to the music. Maybe drunk, maybe drunk on lust.

From a blowjob to a private dance, this night is going well.

The party is packed again and Michelle’s dance draws a crowd. There’s a girl sitting on a guy’s lap by the card table, both watching Michelle’s performance. Others stand and lean against the wall in our alcove, and more come to sit on the chairs. A few people I know come and stand near me, greeting me with half-hugs, kisses, and handshakes. Our conversations are kept very short – there’s a greater force grabbing our attention: a sexy redhead in tight clothes gyrating her body for us, surrounded by hot and horny college kids, fueled by alcohol and weed and hormones and music.

The guy in the chair says something to the girl on his lap and smacks her thigh gently, smiling. She turns her head to him. With his slap she stands up, and Michelle doesn’t miss a beat to grab the girl’s hand and bring her into the middle of the circle.

This new girl is tall, too, about Michelle’s height, but not as skinny. She’s wearing a short jean skirt and a tight t-shirt with some sports slogan on it. Her red hair, like Michelle’s, is short and tied in a tight braid. She’s not as pale as Michelle, and her tits are significantly larger, stretching her shirt across her rack. As she moves and flexes, muscles show themselves – this girl is an athlete, something like field hockey or soccer. She’s flexible and moveable like Michelle, so the two women move together, grind together, and twist together. The guys in the circle are mesmerized with these two gorgeous girls dancing for them.

Michelle catches my eye and smiles mischievously. She turns and grabs the girl’s hips from behind, grinding with her. Michelle slides her hands up this girl’s legs to her hips and grabs her shirt, slowly lifting it. The girl spins around and gives her dance partner a shocked look. Michelle just smiles back and nods, still lifting the girl’s shirt up. Michelle gets on her knees, still holding onto the shirt’s hems, and kisses her way up the girl’s legs, even getting under the skirt a bit before jumping to the girl’s muscular stomach. The girl laughs and relinquishes control to Michelle, who tears the tight shirt over the girl’s head, revealing her beautiful breasts filling a green bra.

The girls dance together for another song. Michelle grabs her dance partner and kisses her, evoking a cheer from the audience. They stop dancing while they kiss, and other people get into the circle, in various stages of undress. Michelle and her friend are still kissing, moving and rubbing their hands all over each other’s bodies, squeezing and pinching ass cheeks and tits, stroking hair and licking necks. They’re totally involved with each other and it’s getting too crowded for me, so I make my way along the wall to escape the crowd. I step over Holly and John, who are now sitting up on the floor against the wall, cuddling each other, watching the debauchery. I give John a fist-bump and greet Holly.

‘Dude, you’re leaving?’ asks John, looking up over Holly’s head.

‘No, just going upstairs.’

‘Okay,’ John replies. ‘I’ll catch up with you later – we should chill sometime.’

‘Yea, of course. Holly, it was great to see you again.’

She looks up at me, ‘Yea, you too, Jason. Sleep well,’ she says tiredly. The bottle of wine in her hand is nearly empty and tipping loose from her grasp.

I find a path through the dancing guests to the stairs. I’d like to find a few other friends before the night winds down, and I should check in on Emily before too long.