by Selena Kitt
“Oh, please, sir,” Marie begged. “Please!”
“Take my cock,” John growled. “I’m going to fuck you so hard you can’t breathe.”
Marie was moaning and crying out, as if he were fucking her as hard as I was shoving my vibrator deep inside of me, so hard it almost hurt, fucking myself faster with it. I moaned along with her, although I knew they couldn’t hear me, saying the words, “yes, sir,” over and over under my breath.
“I’m going to come, sir,” she whispered, and I could hear the sounds John made when he was close, too.
“Not until I say you can,” he growled, and I moaned, feeling my climax coming. Not until he said? My whole body responded to him, doing exactly what he wanted, holding back at his words.
“Yes, sir,” she whispered, sounding almost as if she were in pain from holding back. I knew how she felt. I whispered it, too, “yes, sir,” under my breath.
“Now,” John groaned, and I heard him coming, and I shuddered, pushing the vibrator deep into my pussy, rocking with it as I came, too.
“Yes, sir!” Marie cried. “Ohhhh, yes, I’m coming for you, sir!” And she did, or at least I hope she really did—it sounded like it felt absolutely lovely, almost as good as my own orgasm still pulsing it’s way through my pussy.
“Yes, sir,” I whispered, hearing John’s ragged breathing returning to normal. “Oh, yes, sir.” I replaced the receiver and put the vibrator back, reminding myself to clean it up in the morning. I closed my eyes when I heard him come up the stairs, feigning sleep.
—
“Whoa!” John said as he came around the corner and saw me adjusting my outfit in the mirror. “What the—? I thought you were going to Kelly’s?”
“I am,” I smiled. “Do you like it?”
His eyes told me that he did, although his mouth was set in a thin line. “What kind of party is this?”
I turned back to the mirror, straightening the plaid skirt at my waist, making it snug over my hips. “A lingerie party.”
“A what?” John leaned against the doorway, crossing his arms over his chest.
I turned and twirled in the outfit: a school girl, complete with red plaid skirt, white blouse tied at the waist, white thigh highs, and of course the black Mary Jane shoes. I wondered if it made him remember that night I heard him on the phone with Marie playing out the daddy/daughter school girl fantasy, but his eyes didn’t reveal anything.
“A lingerie party,” I said again. “Kelly thought it would be fun to model some of the merchandise. Her friend is just starting out as a, what do you call those... a demonstrator, party hostess?”
“What is Kelly going as?” John asked, watching me bend over the counter and put on more lip gloss.
I smacked my lips together. “Either the cheerleader, or she’s just going with a babydoll nightie kind of thing.” I walked toward him, smiling. “Do you like it?”
“It’s uh... pretty revealing,” he said, eyeing my legs. “This is an all-girls thing?”
I laughed. “Of course. Do you think I’d parade around like this in front of guys?” I kissed his cheek and rubbed my exposed belly against him. “It’s just a favor for Kelly.”
“Don’t be late.” His eyes were on the V of my blouse.
I couldn’t help smiling. I had more plans for this outfit than a night at Kelly’s, that was for sure!
—
Kelly met me at the door and I laughed. “You changed your mind again?”
She grinned and shrugged. “It’s a woman’s prerogative. You like?”
I nodded, my eyes sweeping up the outfit. It was clearly a ballerina-type thing, the top consisting of white satin bra cups and a sheer baby-doll nightie that barely covered the white panties she was wearing. She had white toe-shoes on, and the laces criss-crossed up her legs to her knees.
“Chris had a fit before he left,” Kelly grinned. “Come on, before you freeze. I want to get your coat off and see the goods.”
“John did, too,” I told her, slipping off my long winter coat and giving it to her. I noticed that her panties were a g-string when she turned to hang my coat in the closet, the full, creamy globes of her ass completely exposed. “But I told him it was going to be just us girls.”
I heard her chuckle. “Yep, just us girls.” Kelly turned around, her eyes sweeping me. “Oh, Tara!”
I did a little twirl. “You like?”
“Yeah,” she breathed. “Damn, those stockings and shoes are hot. I wish I had legs like yours to pull that off.”
“I like yours,” I said, taking her extended hand and letting her lead me toward the living room. “They’re curvy. Mine are just sticks.”
“You make the perfect little schoolgirl,” she said, wrapping her arm around my waist as we went into the room. She whispered in my ear, “John is going to love it.”
I smiled. I hoped so. There were already six other women there, all dressed up, except for one. I was amazed that Kelly had convinced them all to wear lingerie, but she had—the woman had incredible powers of persuasion when she wanted something.
There was a cheerleader, a cat woman of some sort, a long-legged exotic-looking girl with dark hair that came to her bottom dressed like a belly dancer, and two women wearing teddy-stocking combinations, one black and one pink.
The woman who hadn’t dressed up was wearing jeans and a black t-shirt with a shiny white pentagram in the center. Goth all the way, with her dark makeup and short dark hair and motorcycle boots. She looked up when I came in, making a face at my outfit.
“Chris’ sister,” Kelly whispered. “I had to invite her. I didn’t know she’d come.”
“Well, this is everyone... except our hostess with the mostest,” Kelly remarked. “Who wants a drink?”
Everyone’s hand went up, and Kelly had us all follow her out to the kitchen, where she had laid out wine and snacks, and I started helping her by mixing daiquiris and pina coladas in the blender. I didn’t know any of the other girls—people from Kelly’s work, or her mommy’s group, at least that’s as much as I could gather from the conversation. The goth girl sat on a stool where I was throwing ice into the blender, sucking on a cherry still attached to its stem.
“So, what’s your name?” I asked her.
“Collie,” she said.
I did a double take. “Like Lassie?”
“No, like the goddess of death and destruction,” she countered, rolling her eyes.
“Ohhh, Kali,” I said, laughing at my mistake. “The one who wears skulls around her neck and carries a big knife?”
The girl looked surprised. “That’s the one.”
“Good namesake,” I said, pouring a splash of rum into the blender. “Your mother give it to you?” I couldn’t imagine Chris’ mother ever naming a child Kali.
“Colleen,” the girl said, rolling her eyes again. “But I like Kali.”
“I like it, too,” I replied, turning on the blender and talking over it. “So are you in college?”
“Yeah, sophomore year,” she said, talking over the blender, too. “You?”
I laughed, turning off the switch and pulling off the lid so I could start pouring drinks. “I finished college eons ago.” Kelly came up behind me, her hip rubbing up against mine. “No drinks for you, missy,” she said to Kali with a wink. “You’re not twenty-one.”
“Oh, come on,” I said, sliding a daiquiri across the counter to her. “Pretend we’re in Canada. Besides, if she’s going to have to put up with us old folks dressed in lingerie all night, she better start drinking now.”
Kali laughed, picking up the daiquiri and taking a sip.
The doorbell rang and Kelly went to get it. The daiquiris were soon dispensed and half gone, and I started working on making more. Kali helped me, going to get more ice from the freezer.
She tipped my hand a little while I was pouring the rum, making more splash into the mix. “Hey!”
“Come on, old girl,” she said with a smile. “Let’s make it inter
esting.”
I snorted. “Hey listen, I’m not that old.”
“I noticed,” she said, putting another cherry into her mouth and sucking. I flushed, pouring another set of drinks.
Kali reached above my head and opened a cupboard, taking out two shot glasses. She sat back on the stool and poured rum into each, sliding one across to me.
“This is how you do it,” she said, tipping her head back and drinking the shot, making a little sour face at the end. I watched, fascinated. The most I ever drank was wine. She nudged the other glass toward me. “Now, you.”
“I don’t know,” I said, my fingers touching the little glass. She winked at me, digging for something in her pocket. I lifted the glass to my lips.
“Fast,” Kali advised. “Just swallow.”
That’s what I did, the alcohol burning my throat. I choked a little, gasping.
“Awesome.” Kali grinned, taking the glass back and pouring us each another. “Now, let’s do this one together. You ready?”
“Okay.” I picked up the shot glass, my chest warm already from the alcohol. Kali counted, one, two, three, and we drank the shot together, looking at each other with silly grins and watering eyes.
“What’s your name?” Kali asked me.
“Tara,” I replied, watching her fill the shot glasses again.
“That’s quite an outfit, Tara,” she said, raising her glass to me and waiting for me to do the same. I did, flushing at her compliment. I was already starting to feel buzzed.
“Thanks. It was all Kelly’s idea,” I said and she was counting again and we were drinking some more, but somehow there was more rum in the shot glass in front of me.
“I know, she wanted me to wear one, too.” Kali snorted, and I noticed she had pulled a little tin box out of her pocket. She opened it, putting a little pill into her mouth and washing it down with the shot.
Curious, I asked, “What’s that?”
“Ecstasy,” she said, smiling and pouring herself another.
I drank another shot with her, feeling everything growing fuzzy around the edges. “What does it do?” I asked. I loved the name of it. Ecstasy. “Does it make you hallucinate?”
“No... it won’t hurt you,” she assured me. “It just makes you feel... really good. It heightens all your senses. Everything around you becomes a sensual experience.”
It sounded like heaven. I stared at the tin box on the counter, licking my lips.
“You want one?” she offered, holding a pill out to me on her palm and pocketing the tin. I hesitated. I’d never done any sort of drugs. I hadn’t even smoked pot in college.
“Come on, you two!” Kelly poked her head into the kitchen, and it was the first time I noticed that everyone had migrated somewhere else and Kali and I were alone.
“Yeah, yeah,” Kali said, grabbing a daiquiri and standing up.
“Wait,” I said, catching her hand. She smiled, turning her palm into mine and giving me the pill. I put it into my mouth, taking my own daiquiri and swallowing it down.
“So, do you have a boyfriend to model any of this stuff for?” I asked, following Kali toward the living room.
“Nope,” she replied, sitting on the loveseat and patting the spot next to her. “Not so much into them.”
I sank into the seat beside her. “Boys?” I asked. “You’re not into boys?”
“I like the other kind better,” she replied with a sideways smile, her eyes on the belly dancer girl, who was showing off some moves in the corner.
“Oh!” I looked over at the hostess, who was getting her act together at the other end of the room, just to have something to look at. The hostess started talking but I didn’t really hear her for a while. I was thinking about the fact that the young girl sitting next to me, who wasn’t even quite drinking age, knew emphatically that she liked “the other kind” better.
I was curious. The thought of this young girl with another woman was making me warm. Or maybe it was the alcohol. Or perhaps it was the little pill I’d swallowed. I looked over at the belly dancer woman gyrating her hips in slow, easy circles. I was fascinated with the motion, remembering Kelly dancing with me, her mouth suddenly on mine. Everything felt all tangled up in my head.
I wasn’t really paying attention to much of anything, and yet it felt like I was paying attention to everything all at once—Kali’s bare arm brushing against mine, the sound and feel of Kelly’s voice leaning over to whisper something into my ear. I couldn’t even remember the words.
The hostess, I think her name was Jennifer, clapped her hands to get our attention and said, “Ok, let’s play the alphabet game to get into the mood.”
The mood for what, I wondered? I caught on pretty quick—I think I was already in the mood. The idea was to go around the room and think of a “sexy word” for every letter in the alphabet. Whoever couldn’t come up with one had to... do something. I hadn’t heard that part.
“G-string,” Kelly said, looking over at me.
“Uhhh.” I looked blankly at the brown carpet. “Hooters?”
Kelly snorted in the chair on the other side of me.
“Ice,” said Kali.
“That’s not sexy,” I whispered to her.
Kali nudged my hip with hers. “For an old gal, you got a lot to learn.”
I flushed, imagining what someone might do sexually with ice.
And around it went again. No one missed any, but there were some real stretches. The pink teddy woman said, “money,” and everyone laughed. The sound was like bells and I stared around at all the women, like angels sitting and chatting in their flowing attire. The cheerleader giggled and said, “vibrator,” which just got me thinking about mine sitting at home. Then the cat woman said, “Winnebago,” which wasn’t sexy at all, but she had some story about sex in one which had everyone laughing hysterically.
“Y” was mine, and I looked over at Kali and said, “Young,” although I didn’t mean to. I couldn’t seem to help saying what came into my head.
She licked her lips, her eyes flicking from mine to the hands in her lap. It was “Z,” which was kind of a hard one, but the first thing that came to my mind was “Zipper,” and I wanted to lean in and whisper it to her.
“I don’t have one,” she said, looking flustered, her cheeks rosy. “What do I have to do again?”
“You’re our model!” Jennifer said, smiling a smile that reminded me bizarrely of Vanna White as she held a hand out to Kali and led her toward the front of the room.
“Well, that worked out,” Kelly whispered in my ear. Her breath was a delicious heat over my neck and I closed my eyes. “She’s the only one not dressed.”
“You get to pick one of the women here to choose an outfit for you,” Jennifer said. There were all sorts of lingerie sets that she had laid out, some hanging, some draped over chair and couch arms.
Kali’s eyes darted around the room and fell on me. I swallowed hard when her finger pointed me out.
I stood up, the world wobbling for a moment and I caught myself on the arm of the loveseat before going toward them.
“You pick something for her to wear,” Jennifer reminded me. I touched the fabrics, many of the costumes similar to the ones the rest of us were wearing. There were many that were different, too, from nurses to sailor girls. And there was regular lingerie as well, teddy combinations and boy shorts and garters and all sorts of things, everything soft and lacy and lovely. I wanted to run my hands over them forever.
I glanced at Kali, whose cheeks were still pink, but she was watching me finger the material with interest. I had to choose something to suit her? I looked from her to the clothing, trying to decide.
What did I want to see her in? The thought made my heart race, because I realized that I really did want to see her in something—a lot less than she was wearing now. What would these feel like over her soft, bare skin? I wondered.
That’s when I saw it, behind a dark leather teddy kind of thing—it was sheer brown me
sh, with a tulle-like fluted skirt, golden ribbons laced up in the front, like a modified corset, and delicate fairy wings. It was the shimmering fairy wings that did it. I smiled, touching it and looking at Kali. Her eyes grew wide and she shook her head, looking horrified.
“This one,” I said, handing it to Jennifer. The other women hooted, seeing Kali’s face.
“No way,” she said, shaking her head. “I’m not wearing that.”
“That’s the rules of the game,” Jennifer smiled. “Kelly, where’s your bathroom?”
Kelly smiled. “Come on, be a good sport. Tara will help you put it on.”
“I will?”
“She knows where the bathroom is.”
I heard Jennifer talking to the group about what they were going to do while we were in the bathroom as I led Kali down the hall. She clomped along reluctantly in her motorcycle boots. When we got into the bathroom, I hung the outfit on the back of the door and looked at the young girl sitting on the edge of the tub, her eyes wide.
“You don’t really have to,” I said, coming over to sit on the toilet lid, my knees touching hers. “We can stay in here all night if you want.”
“What would we do?” She smiled, rubbing her knees against mine.
“Whatever you want,” I replied. “I play a wicked game of eye-spy.”
She laughed. “I can think of better things,” she said, reaching her hand out and fingering the edge of my short skirt. “What are you wearing under that?”
“This?” I couldn’t believe I was doing it, but I lifted my skirt to show her the white cotton panties that went along with the whole innocent school girl theme.
“Nice.” Her eyebrows went up. “So do you have a boyfriend to model that for?”
“A husband,” I replied. “I’m hoping he likes it.”
“How can he not?” she asked, her eyes trained between my thighs, and I realized I was still holding my skirt up. I dropped it, flushing. Being this close to her was making me feel very, very warm.
“Wait,” Kali said, lifting my skirt again. “I spy, with my little eye...”
She moved between my thighs on her knees and I looked down at her, holding my breath, my eyes wide. “Something... black?”
