by Daria Sparks
This time when both of his hands found their way to my stomach I wanted him to touch me, I needed his touch. I wasn’t going to discover sex by masturbating or not having sex. I arched my back so his fingers could slip under my bra and onto my breasts. It was clear that I was going to have to show this college boy what I wanted and I was determined to do just that. That’s when Brian showed some initiative and pulled my shirt off and started to fumble with my bra, trying to unhook it. My nipples wanted some fresh air, and I was pissed that Brian was inept at this part of the game. My bra clasped in the front for easy exit and his hands were both behind me, but I let him keep going. I could have reached in front and unclasped the bra in a half second, but it was more fun to feel his hands fumbling around in back trying to find the clasp that wasn’t there.
I was grinding my pussy into Brian’s cock and it was warming me up even more. I needed this. I needed the blood rushing through me and the relief of an orgasm. Brian began to press his crotch into me and his face clenched up tight. I was still pretty new to sex but I knew that if he continued he wouldn’t have anything left for me.
“Oh, baby,” he called out.
“Slow down, Brian,” I said in as sweet a voice as I could muster.
“I, oh, I, ohhhh,” he called out, and then fell back onto the bed.
He stopped moving and just lay there, and after a few seconds I could feel the wetness seeping through his pants. He’d shot his load in his jeans and left me hanging.
“What the fuck, what about me?” I asked.
He lifted his head and looked at me. “Huh?”
“You just lost your shit, didn’t you? How are you going to take care of me?” I asked, again trying to be sweet.
“I think you got off, you know…” his voice trailed off but the gist of it was that Brian was a douchebag who had no clue whether or not I had achieved an orgasm or not.
“No, I didn’t,” I said, the irritation now palpable in my voice.
That’s when I noticed Brian’s attention was somewhere over my shoulder so I turned to see what it was. Crystal and Annette had walked in from the bathroom and were standing there laughing silently, both of them looking freshly fucked and I was jealous.
“Hey, Daria, is Brian the first guy to disappoint you?” asked Annette as Crystal giggled near her.
It was such an absurd question that I broke out laughing. I looked down at Brian who was trying to crawl out from under me and I had to keep laughing at the absurdity of it all. Brian didn’t like that we were laughing at his performance, if you could call it that.
“But I thought she already did…” said Brian, a crushed look on his face. He knew he was a chump and was just trying to save face.
“Brian, you need to learn the first rule of good sex; GCF, Girl Cums First,” said Crystal, her voice carrying a hard edge to it.
“She was into it,” he stammered.
“You lost your load and never even fucked her, big mistake. You don’t want to get that reputation on campus, could make for a very long four years,” said Annette as she joined in on the fun.
“Hey, we said this was a private thing, only between us,” he stammered.
“Quick Draw Brian,” said Crystal. “It has a certain ring to it.”
She was clearly enjoying this roundabout way of telling me that this is what I could expect more of. I knew she was probably right but I also didn’t want to beat up on Brian any more.
“Well, Daria has another party to run off to so you’ll have to try again some other day,” said Crystal.
I looked at her as I moved off of Brian and sat on the edge of the bed re-hooking my bra. You could see the wetness in his jeans where he’d cum and I laughed. I slipped on my shirt, adjusted my bra and stood up, straightening my clothes and running my fingers through my hair. Annette walked over to me and helped me get organized and I felt like the shortest person on campus standing next to her. But she had a sweet look on her face and I liked her.
“Don’t just give it away to every guy who brings you a free beer, Daria,” she said. She leaned down and kissed my cheek.
“See ya, Daria,” said Brian then he stood up and hurried from the room.
As Brian walked off I saw that Crystal was grinning from ear to ear. “Welcome to college sex, Daria, it does get better,” she said.
Then with Crystal on one side and Annette on the other the three of us walked out of the room and downstairs. Annette was tall and confident and Crystal was a beautiful blond, so when we walked downstairs conversation died out. I was not in the same category as either of those two women but for a few seconds it sure felt like it. Some guy opened the front door and bowed as we walked past and into the night.
“So where’s the next party?” I asked.
“What are you in the mood for?” asked Crystal.
“Now I really need to get laid,” I said, blowing a strand of hair from my face.
“We were watching through a crack in the door as he fumbled with your bra and we had to rescue you,” said Annette. “We never thought he would lose his load so quickly, that was a record. He is clearly not up to the task.”
“That’s a first for me,” I said.
“I doubt it was a first for Brian. How many guys have you been with?” asked Annette.
“Three plus Brian,” I said.
“But her first guy was a man and really took care of her,” said Crystal. “Tell her about him, Daria.”
“Really? Tell me more,” said Annette.
We walked along and I told them the story of my first time in St. Martin. It was a story I loved to tell, and from their comments I knew I had chosen well the previous summer. How our eyes met across the expanse of the swimming pool, and how I had screwed up the courage to flash him, knowing he was the only person around who could see my pussy from that angle. The way his face lit up every time I flashed him, yet he didn’t try to rush the tease, he played along with it. The first time his cock slid into me and my first two orgasms would always be lifelong memories for me. My face felt warm.
“And how many women have you slept with?” asked Annette.
“Two,” I said as I felt my face get warmer.
“So you’ve had an orgasm from a guy and a girl, right? asked Annette.
“Yes, several, right in a row!” I said as I blushed. Both of the girls screamed and giggled with me as we walked down the road arm-in-arm.
“Then you just need to find the right person again,” said Annette.
“As often as possible,” I said. “I’m horny as all hell right now.”
“If you’re up for an adventure we’ll take you to Peggy’s,” said Crystal.
“I’m up for an adventure,” I said.
We were walking with little urgency once again. I became clear that while we had a direction in mind we were not taking the most direct route. The evening was cool but we were prepared for it, and the sky was full of stars. We talked, mostly about sex, laughing as we walked along. Several cars slowed down and offered us a ride, but the girls made it clear that was not going to happen. I could tell that Crystal and Annette knew where we were headed so I just enjoyed myself. It was fall and the smell of fires burning in nearby fireplaces was enough to make me dreamy.
Then we started walking down a long tree-lined driveway. We weren’t far from campus and everywhere else the houses were spaced much closer together. I looked around and for once didn’t see a house anywhere. What I saw was a big field bordered in wooden fencing and trees that created a privacy screen. This was a private reserve in the city and I was intrigued.
The house sat in the middle of a clearing seemed to be a quarter mile in front of us. It was a dark night with only a sliver of moon and the smoke from the fireplace was being blown about by a fall wind. We stepped to the side of the driveway to let a car go by and kept walking. I looked around and saw that the trees and wooden fence circled the whole property, creating a private space in the city. The grounds of the house were inspired and
my skin tingled with excitement.
We walked around onto the deck of the house instead of going right in. The lights in the house were dimmed and the sliver of moon didn’t add much. So as we stopped and turned and leaned against the rail, I looked into the house and saw Caligula. There were people fucking everywhere, standing, sitting, lying down, swinging in some kind of leather thing.
There were a number of couples, all of them naked, standing, sitting, and laying about in various stages of sex. There were women at the upstairs rail overlooking the action below them as a guy stood behind each, taking her from behind. There were some smaller random pockets of people, two or three of them fucking, sucking and enjoying frolicking sex. It was something to gaze at.
Crystal held me at arm’s length and smiled. “Are you ready for your first naked party?” she asked.
“This is an orgy,” I said, as if I’d been to many of them.
“Party, orgy, lots of sex if you want it, lots of sex to watch if you don’t,” she giggled. I looked between Crystal and Annette, wondering if this time I had gone too far and should back out right there.
Annette looked me in the eyes and placed a kiss on my lips. “You want to do this, Daria,” she said as she tugged my arm and we walked around to the door and into the party inside.
The warmth of the house felt good after the cool of the evening outside. We walked in and went straight to a large wet bar. A very short but very tan man was on his knees and going down on a very skinny and very tan woman nearby. She was leaning up against the curtains, her hands loosely holding on to his head, her head rolled to her right side and she was moaning. While over in the living room I saw two different couples side by side on the couch, each of the women bouncing up and down on the laps of a man. Then another group of people were elaborately entwined as they fucked and sucked in front of the fireplace. There was a guy masturbating, then some woman joined him and did the masturbating for him.
“Hey Crystal,” someone called out and others turned to look. Several more people called out their greetings then continued with what they were already engaged in. Several people called out a greeting to Annette, then also returned to their partner or partners and continued.
“What the hell have we walked in on?” I asked to no one in particular.
“The most erotically charged party in Vancouver,” replied the DJ as his head moved to the beat of the jazz in the background.
On a table between the dining room and living room they had set up a mixing board, two laptops, and each had several iPads, IPhones and other devices hooked up to them. I looked up and the guy who had said it was smiling at me.
“Tommy?” I asked. His smile grew even larger but he had already recognized me. We were in a class together and had talked briefly several times. This time he was completely naked and I liked it, especially when he made a brief effort to cover his half erect cock.
“So shy quiet girl is not so shy?” he asked as he looked back at one of the laptops.
“And the song guy knows a little bit about jazz,” I said as I walked over to him.
Tommy had volunteered to provide the music for my video after hearing about the rough cut from one of my film school classmates. But I had held him off until we finished the final edit. I figured he was just another city boy looking for his way in life through angry rap songs and now I regretted blowing him off. The music that was playing fit the mood of the evening perfectly.
I didn’t say anything as I watched him create music right there. I heard snippets of songs I knew but they were interlaced with a new beat, a string section flew out of the speakers and joined the room, and more important, the music matched the rhythm of the room. I gazed at the naked couples and realized that no one was porn fucking; no one was putting on a show. They were all fucking to a shared rhythm that Tommy was making up as the night progressed. The tempo changed ever so gradually and it grew in intensity.
“Music for fucking is great practice,” he said, a huge smile on his face. “I gotta cue up some songs, let’s talk later. I still want to do the music for your film. I hear it’s amazing.”
“Yes,” I said, meaning yes to both but didn’t want to have to explain. He grinned then turned his full attention to the gear in front of him.
I also realized that I wasn’t nervous any more. I knew Tommy and The two girls and suddenly it was all okay. I turned my head to look for the girls and saw that Annette had pushed Crystal up against the wet bar as she slowly undressed her. Then Crystal saw me watching and they walked over to me.
“You know the DJ?” asked Annette.
“We have a class together and he wants to do the music for my video,” I told them.
“You mean, for my video,” said Crystal slyly.
“Yes, so you know how important the music is,” I replied.
“He’s been working Peggy’s parties for a long time. That guy knows his music, I’ll give him that,” she said. “He should do the music for my video.”
“I’ll make it happen,” I said.
“Come on, Daria, we’ll introduce you to some friends,” said Crystal as she took my arm.
The flames in the fireplace danced across the walls, mixing with the jazz in the background to provide a soothing sexual environment. I looked out the floor to ceiling windows and saw the sky filled with stars beyond. Then I looked back over at Tommy, so engaged in what he was doing he didn’t notice me looking this time.
There is something amazing about geeks who are passionately into technology. I love my computer and think a video camera is a gateway into people’s souls. So I felt like I understood what he was living right then, at that moment. His eyes looked out at the room and he smiled as they moved over me. But he kept looking. He needed to gauge the room to see what music they needed him to provide.
Crystal took my hand and led us to one of the bedrooms on the far side of the living room. She and Annette removed their blouses just as I saw piles of clothes spread everywhere in the room. Crystal smiled at me and walked over and, began taking my clothes off.
“It’s easier to get naked,” she said, “even if you don’t want to join in. If what you’ve seen already doesn’t turn you off then nothing else here will. You can participate or not, but it really helps to be naked.”
She and Annette looked at each other and laughed and I joined in. “I’m in,” I said as the last of what I was wearing hit the floor. I gathered my things together and folded them quickly so I could find them later.
When all three of us were naked Crystal pulled Annette and me to her and we all hugged. “Daria, I would not have brought you here if I didn’t think you will enjoy the hell out of it. But, if you ever feel you need to leave, grab me and we’ll go, okay?” She asked.
I smiled and leaned over to kiss her. My whole body tingled at the thought of making love to Crystal and Traci, so standing here naked with Crystal and Annette was working its own type of magic on me. That memorable night in the condominium in Vancouver still brought me close to orgasm every time I thought of it. I hadn’t seen Traci around campus much, but I sure did think of her at times. And Crystal said she wanted to meet up which was what I had wanted to hear.
“I think I’m going to be just fine, seeing Tommy naked made me relax,” I said.
“You like him, don’t you?” asked Annette.
“He’s nice, and if he’s not like Brian I’ll fuck him silly,” I replied. I knew I was blushing, but what the hell?
“You have protection, right?” asked Annette.
“I do,” I said then checked my hidden pocket in my skirt for it.
“You also need to be on the pill, just for the added protection,” she said.
“I am already,” I said. It was one thing my mother and I did agree on after all.
Crystal stepped into the bathroom as Annette and I set our clothes where we would know where to find them later. Annette folded Crystal’s clothes and laid them on top of hers.
Then Crystal walked back
into the bedroom with her finger up to her lips, motioning for us to keep quiet. She pulled us into the bathroom and shut the door behind us, and quietly opened the door leading to the other bedroom. We could hear voices but had to step closer to hear them better.
“You came in like three seconds, Brian. What’s wrong with you?” asked a woman’s voice in the other bedroom.
“But, baby, it’s because…” whined Brian.
“It’s because shit, you’re a little boy trying to play a man’s game,” said the woman. Her voice was gaining an edge as she spoke.
Crystal looked at me and you could tell that she couldn’t stop from laughing out loud much longer. We had giggled about Brian’s early release on the walk over here, but it wasn’t something that I really cared about. But, Brian had lied to me and told me how special I was, how he’d seen me around campus and wanted to meet, and that even though the night was moving fast he knew we had a future. I had known it was bullshit but now he was being an asshole. That future lasted about two minutes, or however long it took him to have his premature explosion in his pants. I didn’t want revenge but I also wanted him to know that he was caught and an asshole.
I yanked open the bathroom door and looked for the light switch. I flipped on the light to reveal Brian still fully dressed while a handsome lady in her late 30s was standing up off the bed, clearly pissed off at Brian. Turning on the light startled them both and they looked my way just as Crystal and Annette broke out in laughter. I was carrying a glass of red wine and walked over to Brian and poured it over his head. It dripped onto the bed.
“So Brian,” I asked, “you shoot your load early twice in one night, is that a new record or just normal for you?”
Behind me I heard Crystal and Annette laughing. “She’s going to be just fine,” I heard Crystal say.
