It was only the second party since the gatherings (or, if you want to be technical about it, orgies) had started up again, but it all felt very familiar, walking down the block to Tilda’s building. When I’d first started attending Jefferson’s parties back in 2007, I’d been nervous. But now I was mostly just looking forward to seeing the people I considered friends. And, um, getting laid.
I’d meant to be fashionably late, but as it turned out I was early: the only people present were Tilda, Jefferson, the server boy — a new one this time — and Byron. We all said hello. I settled on the sofa next to Byron, where I calculated my chances of bedding him. He put an arm around my shoulder: pretty good, I estimated. I’d just had a very chaste date, courtesy of Nerve, and was feeling game. Or, you know, horny.
I ended up near the food, a strategic move on my part since Byron was hovering nearby. We exchanged pleasantries and ate extraordinarily large (biologically engineered, no doubt) strawberries. He leaned against the arm of the sofa, so we were at eye-level. I looked at him, and he grinned at me; we did that teenage-y thing where you sort of punch the other person on the arm to indicate interest. It was like an illustration from a book: Seduction for the Socially Awkward. After a bit of knocking one another on the shoulder, I finally managed some face contact.
I am much better at kissing than I am at the run-up to the kiss. My lips traveled the way stops to his mouth: his temples, the left cheek, the ears and that tender spot just below the ear, behind the jaw. Then I found his mouth and we kissed. This was interspersed with more eating of the mutant strawberries and sniggering at one another. Like I said, it was strangely reminiscent of junior high. Of course, in junior high I never kissed anyone; I was too terrified and inept to flirt. Instead I hung around the sidelines, pestering the DJ to play Depeche Mode, and pretending I was dating Andrew McCarthy.
I was flirting like the teenager I had never been, but the lights in the room were bright, and I feel a lower wattage promotes a more seductive atmosphere. Also, the room was filling up, and I may be a slut, but I like the pretense of privacy, at least.
“We could go into the other room,” I mumbled to Byron. While a few more people had turned up, none of them appeared to be getting undressed, and I felt a little flagrant, fooling around with Byron in front of the canapés.
Toby arrived with a female guest I hadn’t met; she wore a white fur cape and knee high red boots, giving her the look of a burlesque superhero. Her name was Marianne. We chatted for a few minutes, but when they’d moved off, Byron turned and pushed me against the wall: “I’m going to rip your clothes off,” he grinned, and really, the correct adjective here is “devilishly.”
But I was still channeling my inner eighth grader, so I pushed him away. We tussled. Finally, after he’d tried to pull up my shirt for the second time I smirked at him: “Listen, you can be an exhibitionist, or you can get laid.” Then, trying not to laugh, I swanned off to the bathroom.
I had high hopes for this more straightforward seduction technique, but when I got out of the bathroom, he wasn’t there. So I sat on the edge of the sofa, because something was Going On: Toby was flogging Marianne. She had taken off the cape, and was wearing just knickers and her leather boots. She was bent over, facing the corner of the room and Tilda’s bookshelves. This was the same position Lisa had been in last time. Tilda, in her black party dress, went over to them and crept underneath Marianne’s prone body. Her face spooled towards Marianne’s clit.
“Tilda!” Jefferson warned, ever etiquette-wise. “That’s Toby’s scene! Ask permission!”
Some murmured discussion followed, and soon Tilda was permitted to nuzzle Marianne’s breasts and clit, as Jefferson and I watched.
But wait — I wasn’t here to watch — I had a boy to fuck. I caught Byron’s eye, and we traipsed into the middle room, where Toby was hard at work, thwacking Marianne’s ass. I had my eye on the back room, for some privacy, but it was a railroad flat and required some travel.
“Want to try?” Toby asked Byron. He handed him the flogger.
The flogger is, as I’ve noted, a sort of crop with tassels attached. These were soft leather. Byron struck Marianne experimentally, and was rewarded with an “Ooooh.” Her face wasn’t visible, but her ass was turning pink.
Toby raised his brows at me. “Oh, I’m not—” I said. Byron handed me the flogger.
I held it in my hand—it was heavy. I stood as if I was going to swing a bat, my knees bent. I squinted, and snapped, and the flogger sailed through the air, hitting nothing at all about a foot from Marianne’s ass. I have never been very good at any sport requiring hand-eye coordination. Or any sport at all, really. “Sorry,” I said.
“That’s OK,” Marianne didn’t seem too concerned.
I held the flogger out to Toby — after all, Marianne should be enjoying herself, getting flogged by someone who knew what he or she was doing, not an amateur who was going to interrupt herself to apologize every time she screwed up.
“Have you ever held a tennis racket?” Toby took my hands and placed each in the proper position: one at the top, another at the bottom. “Go ahead.”
Well… This time the flogger swiped Marianne’s outer thigh, apparently a big no-no. “You don’t want to hit her there, you could injure her,” Jefferson explained. “Are you OK?” he asked Marianne.
“I’m fine.”
“Here, try this,” Toby handed me another flogger. This one was lighter, and certainly felt easier to handle. To my surprise, when I flicked it, it met Marianne’s ass with a satisfying slap.
“Oooh!” she said.
I felt a surge of pride and looked a little more carefully at Marianne’s ass. Pink stripes were appearing in criss-crosses across her pale flesh, and I felt a strong urge to see evidence of my own efforts on her skin. I hit her again.
“Ahh!” she said.
Frowning, I changed position a little, to get a better aim. Thwack. Thwack. I hit her ass several times in rapid succession. One actually drew a squeal of real pleasure.
This is easy, I thought, as I aimed another slap at her pink ass. Nothing to it at all. I missed, slicing the air near her. Huh. I tried again, and was rewarded with my loudest slap yet.
I hit her again, thinking, This is no big deal. And that’s when I stopped. Not because I wasn’t enjoying it, but because I was enjoying it as a technical exercise, like when you practice taking shots with a pool cue. I could go on and on, perfecting my wrist flick and watching the pink stripes blossom.
That was disturbing, and not only because I’d thought I was submissive. I stopped, and handed the flogger back to Toby. “Your turn,” I said.
Then Byron and I went into the bedroom. I felt a little dazed. I sat in Tilda’s desk chair, which was hidden from the door: no one could see us unless someone tucked their head in to look. “That was kind of freaky,” I said.
“Yeah?” Byron had his hands on my knees. I nodded. I felt kid of freaked out, as I said, not because it had been such a big deal, but because I’d found it easy, and satisfying. And also because I’m a bit of a drama queen, and I wanted (or needed?) acknowledgement.
But soon Byron and I fell to kissing, and without much ado we stumbled towards the bed.
I like kissing Byron so much. And when he took off his shirt I almost swooned. I thought, These freckles. They just undo me. I liked the idea of being undone.
But the freckles — what’s up with that? This is not the first time I’ve seen Byron’s freckles but, as Laurie Colwin says, “its effect… was not dimmed by repetition.” But they are just a splay of marks, a testament to uncovered shoulders at the beach. But I find the sight of them weirdly moving.
What other body parts of the men I’ve slept with (“lovers” would be the shorter, and more accurate term, but I just never use that word) have made me feel all tender? I thought about this as I kissed Byron’s stomach.
Sweetheart Daniel — well, everything about him sort of made me swoon, cause I had an enormous crush on him. I guess I’d have to say the contrast of his very pale skin against his very dark, very abundant hair. He was always clean shaven (no five o’clock shadow there) so if I hadn’t seen him shirtless I never would have guessed at how hairy he was (even his back). I found that pale skin against the dark hair moving.
Jed — Well, I loved Jed’s long curls and how his hair would get all matted and sweaty when we fucked.
Dean — Dean had very little hair on his chest. But he did have a few long hairs sprouting from his nipples, and they were gray. Despite his seven-year advantage, in some ways (like you know, in terms of personal maturity) Dean was very young — he was the baby of the family; he had no financial responsibilities and had, let’s face it, an adolescent attitude towards his brother. He used “Just For Men” to cover his gray hair. I don’t think he was particularly vain, but he had trouble being an adult. Those gray hairs revealed just how hopeless his efforts to remain young were.
And Michael — Oh, Michael. He had a series of stretch marks running up his sides, the legacy of a sudden growth spurt at age 13. Those pale, accordion-like slivers of skin! Michael, through the year and a half of our relationship, had never felt about me as I had about him, but the stretch marks made him seem vulnerable to me. Perhaps that’s what makes me sick with longing? A physical symbol vulnerability that has nothing to do with weakness but everything to do with the way the past marks the body? Oh, I have no idea.
Where was I? Oh right, on my knees. I tugged off Byron’s gray briefs, and then I murmured, “I was at work today, wondering if I’d get the chance to do this.” It was true, I had done just that while sitting in a meeting.
“You did?”
I wrapped my mouth around his dick and sighed, tasting the sweet heat of him in my nose. “Uh huh.” I slid my mouth up and down. “I was hoping I’d get to have you in my mouth,” I murmured in between sucks.
“Oooh…” said Byron, “Ooooh, Oooooh.” I love how verbal he is, how expressive of excitement. I smiled into his groin.
My head bobbed back and forth while I licked his balls and the hairy base of his dick. When I started to suck him off again, I pulled him in as far as I could before gagging.
“Hey!” said Byron, sounding pleased, “You took a lot!” I hadn’t quite deep-throated him, but I’d wanted to. Maybe next time. But now he was removing my clothes.
We fell onto Tilda’s bed. I could smell the clean sheets, and felt a little guilty at the thought of sweating all over them. But not much. We were both naked and his skin felt very smooth and soft against mine. In the other room, I could hear people talking. “Hey, let’s turn out the lights,” I suggested. It just seemed more intimate that way. I had also taken off my watch. That, too, had struck me as the proper way to fuck. I wanted to give it due respect.
He switched off the bedside lamp and brought his face close to mine. I stretched up towards him but he scooted down between my legs where he very briefly licked me. I remembered how he’d gone down on me while I sucked Jed off that last time, how much I’d enjoyed his tongue on my lips, so was sort of disappointed when he didn’t linger there. Instead he loomed up over me.
He put a condom on and slid inside me, very easy, not at all unfamiliar territory. In the next room, I could hear voices: My Friend Jake and company had arrived. “Uuuhhhh,” said Byron.
I was breathing heavily, wishing I could block out everything else. “Get on top,” Byron urged.
I started riding him. He was dripping with sweat—another trait I find oddly endearing. His hair gets wet from the sweat, it’s like stroking the hair of someone who’s just been in the shower. “Ahh,” I said, clenching my pussy tight around his cock and then releasing. “Can you feel it when I do that?”
“Yes!” I rode him back and forth while he licked my nipples, I knew I wasn’t going to come. I don’t know if it was the awareness of people in the next room (that hadn’t stopped me on other occasions) or what, but even though my legs were stretched tight and twitching, it wasn’t going to happen. After a few minutes my muscles sort of juddered to a halt and I lay down next to him.
Then Byron fucked me and oh, I loved the weight of him and the solid thrumming tick of his dick inside me. I felt wound up again.
He groaned and twitched and buried his face in my neck, then stopped, and pulled out. We lay next to one another. “Don’t you want to come?” I asked, not very delicately.
“Nah,” he was breathing heavily. “I had a wank before the party, so I can keep going longer.” So English, wank. We both giggled a little. “I’ll come in the morning.”
This was one aspect of preparing for a sex party I hadn’t thought of. (Truthfully, mostly I just tried to remember to wear nice underwear — a matching set, if possible).
“Some other people arrived,” Byron said.
“I heard them come in.”
After a bit we got dressed and put on the lights and then, with matted sex-hair, we slithered back to the party.
Back in the main room was My Friend Jake and a number of people he’d brought. I knew most of them; I’d introduced Jake to Jefferson. I settled on the sofa next to Jefferson, who looked a little worse for wear. And as Byron disappeared into the back room with Tilda, and I chatted with a much younger man in a suit about the House of Representatives, I wasn’t sure what was missing. Other than someone being lashed to Jefferson’s bed. Well, Mmmark wasn’t there, but I hadn’t seen him in ages, anyway.
It wasn’t until I was in the cab on my way home that I realized what had been so unnerving: out of all the people at the party, I was the one who’d been attending the longest, after Jefferson. I was officially old school. I had been so used to being the newbie, and, as awkward a role as it is, it was comfortable for me: I thrive on being a geek. Only several years had passed since I first traipsed into Jefferson’s living room and gleefully sucked off two strangers, and as the circumstances and the guests and the location had changed, I wondered if it was time for me to change, too.
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Thursday, April 02, 2009
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
Dirty and Clean
It was still early, and everyone was dressed. But when the phone rang our host wasn’t in the room. “Hey!” I called. “Your phone.”
“Incoming call,” trilled the automated voice: oh, that was my phone. I picked up. “Hello?”
“Hello, Lily? This is Jed Jones.” Gosh, his voice was really deep.
“Hey! How’re you?”
“I’m OK. Listen, are you going to Jefferson’s party tonight?”
I smiled at nothing in particular: “Jed,” I said, “I’m already here.”
**
But meanwhile I wanted to spend some time with Alex. He had brought his friend Amy, but she was in the midst of a conversation with a dreadlocked guy on the sofa, and they appeared to be getting cozy. Alex is so smart and easy to get along with – just nice to be around. He is shy, and I wanted him to have a good time, even though it wouldn’t be with me: it hadn’t been three weeks since we’d last fooled around, so, as per the rules of his open relationship with Katie, he was off limits tonight.
When Emma and Adam showed up I introduced Alex to them and we all stood around talking with Donny. As time wore on, Donny casually unbuttoned his shirt – a proactive kind of guy. He had a really impressive six pack, and he's super-cute, but not my type, sadly.
Meanwhile, on the sofa Amy and the dreadlocked guy were making out. I nudged Alex: “I guess that’s going well!” He nodded at me owlishly from behind his specs. Amy had told me she was an attorney, and did not appear to me at all like the type to be entwined with a stranger within 20 minutes of meeting him, but what do I know?
Cody turned up; I wanted Alex to meet her. They were both shy, sweet and good-looking, and I felt this kind of symmetry shouldn’t be ignored. However, they were in different conversational orbits, so instead I made Jefferson show me photos of his daughter Rachel’s wedding.
When Jed arrived I was chatting with Adam and Emma et al and as he leaned down to kiss me I gave him my most demure-but-sly smile. I would have gone with him into the back bedroom right then, frankly, but after a moment he drifted off to talk to Cody. I kept my eye on him, determined not to have a repeat of last month’s sex-free fiasco. Because I wanted to look nonchalant rather than desperate to get it on, it took me a while, but eventually I sidled up to Cody. She told me she had just been to meet Hanson at a record store and told me about her encounters with them (Zak is her favorite).
God, she is a sweetheart. Hanson.
Then Jed slipped behind me and put his arms around my shoulders. I tried to continue my conversation with Cody but I’m afraid I was totally distracted. Jed and I kissed and smirked at one another in a no doubt annoying manner before ambling down the hall to the back bedroom. I wanted the single bed – that’s about as much privacy you can get at Jefferson’s, unless you’re going to draw the curtain and fuck in the shower. But when we got there Amy and her new friend were sitting there, watching the foursome on the futon opposite.
The only person I could see (it was dark and, well, their faces weren’t really apparent) was Calico, the beautiful model. Her hair was in two schoolgirl’s braids and her pale body shone in the dark. It was a mash of people and as we watched, Amy walked over to the futon to get a closer look.
Jed and I settled onto the single bed next to the dreadlocked guy (I was hoping he’d take the hint and leave us the bed) while Amy edged her way towards Calico, who was facedown on top of someone or someones. Amy clambered onto the futon and bent her head down over Calico.
Calico’s head popped up: “Who’s there?”
Amy introduced herself.
“Oh, it’s OK,” Calico said, “You know, I just want to know who’s…”
I would personally have been kind of freaked out if someone put their mouth on my naked body without having let me know they were there, but Calico is apparently a laid back kind of person in that way.
I turned to Jed and we started to kiss, and at last the dreadlocked guy gave up the bed and we were free to stretch out.
We were slipping out of our clothes when others – I’m not sure who, but definitely Adam and Emma and maybe Carlotta, too, I think — tumbled into the room, laughing and chatting. Jed was lying on top of me, and I wanted him to cover me up completely: I felt really exposed. So I closed my eyes, like children do, the idea being, I can’t see you, so you can’t see me.
After some rather violent kissing Jed slid inside me and he was sweating ferociously and I tried to enjoy fucking him, but I was conscious of the others in the room, even though they were all otherwise occupied.
“Can I fuck your ass?”
“Uh huh.” Now I was a veteran! I knew that this was what Jed really liked.
This time, despite the application of much BabeLube, I was a bit tight, mostly ’cause I just couldn’t entirely relax, but again, it wasn’t painful. Of course, “it wasn’t painful” is not an overwhelmingly positive review. But I was too busy concentrating on not noticing the others, and couldn’t enjoy Jed’s grunts as he thrust at me with his long cock. Damn!
After he came I stroked his hair as he lay with his head on my chest, breathing heavily. I wanted to say, “Stay,” to hide me here beneath him until the room had cleared out. But I didn’t, because I didn’t want to have to ask him and I resented that I would have to ask him and anyway I knew he wouldn’t. He would want to be on Jefferson’s terrace, smoking cigarettes and flirting. When Jed excused himself I got dressed quickly, leaving the foursome on the futon and the group in the middle of the room, feeling worked up from all the fucking without orgasm.
I needed a break and when I went back to the living room I halted by the stereo: “Jefferson, are we listening to the Buzzcocks’s Singles Going Steady?”
“Why, yes we are!” Jefferson smiled.
Jacob, sitting on the sofa with some others, grinned at me. I had known that would get his attention. Though The Buzzcocks don’t really strike me as orgy music.
I slumped onto the couch next to Jacob and helped myself to a Double Stuf Oreo. “Hey!” I said. “How’s it going with that girl?”
“Ah,” he grimaced. “We’re just friends.”
This is an interesting story: at the last orgy Jacob told me he had just met a girl. They’d eyed one another at the supermarket near his apartment and then he’d nearly run into her on the street a few minutes later but for some reason had been unable to make contact. So he went home and posted an ad on Craig’s List’s Missed Connections! And, as he had told me, not 15 minutes later she had responded, and they had been on several dates and had not yet slept together and she was hotter than anyone here at the orgy now (I’m quoting).
But apparently it had come to naught, because, as Jacob explained, “I just don’t have the time to get involved with someone I’m not comfortable with.”
This struck me as sad – he’d been so enthusiastic. I expressed my sympathies and, after I’d eaten a suitable number of Oreos, got up to check out the action. “Don’t be a stranger,” Jacob urged.
I drifted back down the hall to Jefferson’s bedroom. The room was packed. And I was astonished and turned on to find Alex, in his underwear, wrapped around Mmmark in a hot clinch.
Ho boy. I swallowed. As usual, Mmmark seemed to be enjoying himself immensely. Alex’s face was hidden from view, but he, too, appeared pretty satisfied with this turn of events. Everyone else was likewise engaged. I slunk back against the wall for a minute, watching the couples writhe in the dark in happy abandon.
Part of me wanted to be in on the action, giggling and slurping and burying my mouth against someone’s skin. But I was also feeling just unwilling to be so exposed. Which is not the kind of attitude that serves one well at an orgy. OK. It’s time for me to go, I determined. I went to the bathroom and decided to make my goodbyes to Jefferson, and to Alex, whom I didn’t want to abandon. I found him in the back bedroom, sitting on Lillie’s bed. He was alone.
“Hey! You and Mmmark!” I said by way of greeting.
Alex nodded fervently.
“That was hot!”
Alex nodded fervently, again. I felt like I’d sent my protege out into the sex world for the first time, and he’d scored big. “Did you…?” What I wanted to know was had they done more than kissing? What had I missed?
Finally I abandoned all delicacy and, taking a seat next to him I whispered: “Did you go down on him?”
Once more, Alex gave me a nod. I high-fived him. “Well done! Doesn’t Mmmark have a nice dick?” Another nod from Alex while we both considered Mmmark’s anatomy. When I’d recovered I remembered my point: “Listen, I think I’m going to go.”
“OK.” Alex has the habit of looking as if he’s paying close attention when you talk to him, as if what you have to say is really important. I like that.
We hugged, and I sloped out of the room, only to run right into Jed. “Oh, hey. I’m about to take off.”
“What? You’re leaving?” I was gratified to see he appeared to be disappointed.
“Yeah, it’s late…”
“Oh,” He leaned down to me: “I was hoping you’d fuck me…”
Aha, the old ‘I was hoping you’d fuck me’ gambit! “Well, I… Oh, what the hell. Sure.”
So we tripped back into the back room, where we’d fucked earlier and where I’d last seen Alex perched on Lillie’s single bed. It was empty now. “I’ll go wash my hands,” I offered.
“People usually do that afterwards.”
“Well, I’ve got Oreo crumbs on me.” Not so sexy, Oreo crumbs.
When I returned Jed had stretched out on the bed. He was naked and the short, wide dildo I’d first encountered at his place a few weeks ago was beside him. I perched next to him, and then leaned over. We kissed. “Take off your shirt,” Jed said. I obeyed, keeping my eyes on him.
The room was empty but for the two of us, and I was relieved. As usual, I waited for Jed’s instructions. I like taking orders from him. Ahem.
He gestured to the bottle of lube, and I slid some all over my fingers. “Put a finger inside me,” Jed said after a minute.
I complied. I liked the slick, soft feeling of his innermost skin against my fingertips. Jed sighed, and I half smiled at his expression. Nothing else seems to get Jed as worked up as this. And even though I like it when he’s in control (over me), I like it when he’s out of control, too.
“Put another finger in,” Jed breathed. I fit my middle finger inside him, along with my index. He opened right up with no resistance at all. I liked that; how easily his body responded, how eager he was. I bent lower over him, stroking his ass with my skin.
“Put another one in,” he muttered, so I slipped my ring finger in this time. I went in slowly, so as to not stretch or hurt him, but it didn’t matter: he was wide open. His body was begging for it, just as women are supposed to be begging for it in the fantasy of fraternity brother speak. My breathing was getting a little shallow.
“More,” said Jed, so I fit my pinkie inside him, too. Sliding my hand in and out, I gazed at my fingers, astonished at what I was doing, and at the fact that the puckered dot of Jed’s anus could open up to fit all my fingers. Christ. I swallowed, and shifted a bit on the bed. I was getting wet.
“Put your whole hand in,” he urged. I looked at my wet hand doubtfully, but, after a moment, I slid my hand underneath him again and slowly inched my entire fist up his ass.
Holy smokes!
“Ahhhh!” groaned Jed.
My whole hand! I was fisting him! This was anal fisting! “Jesus Christ,” I gasped. “I’ve got my entire hand inside you.”
“Your hands are … really … tiny,” Jed breathed as he strained against me, arching and bucking. “Now the dildo.” I had almost forgotten about that in all the excitement. I slowly tugged my hand out, gazing at my sloppy wet fingers for a minute in wonder. It had been inside someone’s ass! But onwards: I squirted lube over Jed’s dildo, and then carefully turned it to face up, like he’d directed me the other week. As he squirmed on the bed, I fitted the dildo right inside him.
“Aaahh,” he said again. I crouched low over Jed’s torso, pushing the dildo up his ass, swinging my hand. “Oh, Lily…”
“Oh,” I murmured. “Oh, Jed, you’re doing great.” I slid the dildo back and forth, pushing it up Jed’s ass while he grunted. “You’re taking it like a champ,” I crooned. I have always, always wanted a chance to say this; to me it just sounds incredibly dirty and sexy. “Oh, you’re taking it really well, baby.” I slung my hips back and forth as I swung the dildo up his ass, slipping it out just a bit to hear him moan. Jed tugged on his dick. “Oh, Lily,” he said. “Fuck me, Lily. Fuck me.”
How I loved hearing him say my name. I bent lower, pushing my breasts towards him and rubbing the dildo more fiercely. “Oh, you’re doing so well,” I murmured. “That’s real nice.”
“Lily. Oh, Lily!” I watched smugly as with a shudder Jed came, a stream of semen spurting out onto his stomach. For a moment he lay still, his chest heaving.
Then I stood up and went into the bathroom, where I scrubbed my hands with Jefferson’s Vanilla Bean Noel hand soap from Bath & Body Works. When I got back to the bedroom, Jed was gone.
I pulled my shirt on, and back out in the hall I looked at my hands: I just had unprotected sex, didn’t I? Unprotected hand sex. Well, fisting. Ah: there was Jed.
“Heeeey,” he said, looking totally unconcerned, as usual.
I glanced down at my hands. “I should have worn gloves for that, right?” I don’t know why I was even asking, only he’d had experience with fisting (anal fisting! Wow) and I hadn’t.
Jed looked at me: “Give me your hands.” I placed my paws in his, and he held them up to the light.
“You’re fine,” he said after a minute. “You don’t have any scratches or anything, besides, I’m totally clean.”
I think he mean that he was free of disease; I already knew he was entirely clean, ass-wise. As Wendy had once asked me, “Do you think he spends all that time in the bathroom using an enema? That boy is immaculate.” (My guess: yes).
“OK,” I said, looking at my pink little hands, now smelling faintly of soap. “But if we do this again, we’re using gloves.”
And I trooped back to the living room, too tired to be worried about my bout of Unprotected Hand Sex. Alex had disappeared, as had Jefferson, and I really wanted to get moving before Jed suggested anything else I was likely to agree to. Though I’d fulfilled my directive to live somewhat dangerously and I felt smug, the apartment was hot and I was tired and hadn’t come and I was going home.
“Incoming call,” trilled the automated voice: oh, that was my phone. I picked up. “Hello?”
“Hello, Lily? This is Jed Jones.” Gosh, his voice was really deep.
“Hey! How’re you?”
“I’m OK. Listen, are you going to Jefferson’s party tonight?”
I smiled at nothing in particular: “Jed,” I said, “I’m already here.”
**
But meanwhile I wanted to spend some time with Alex. He had brought his friend Amy, but she was in the midst of a conversation with a dreadlocked guy on the sofa, and they appeared to be getting cozy. Alex is so smart and easy to get along with – just nice to be around. He is shy, and I wanted him to have a good time, even though it wouldn’t be with me: it hadn’t been three weeks since we’d last fooled around, so, as per the rules of his open relationship with Katie, he was off limits tonight.
When Emma and Adam showed up I introduced Alex to them and we all stood around talking with Donny. As time wore on, Donny casually unbuttoned his shirt – a proactive kind of guy. He had a really impressive six pack, and he's super-cute, but not my type, sadly.
Meanwhile, on the sofa Amy and the dreadlocked guy were making out. I nudged Alex: “I guess that’s going well!” He nodded at me owlishly from behind his specs. Amy had told me she was an attorney, and did not appear to me at all like the type to be entwined with a stranger within 20 minutes of meeting him, but what do I know?
Cody turned up; I wanted Alex to meet her. They were both shy, sweet and good-looking, and I felt this kind of symmetry shouldn’t be ignored. However, they were in different conversational orbits, so instead I made Jefferson show me photos of his daughter Rachel’s wedding.
When Jed arrived I was chatting with Adam and Emma et al and as he leaned down to kiss me I gave him my most demure-but-sly smile. I would have gone with him into the back bedroom right then, frankly, but after a moment he drifted off to talk to Cody. I kept my eye on him, determined not to have a repeat of last month’s sex-free fiasco. Because I wanted to look nonchalant rather than desperate to get it on, it took me a while, but eventually I sidled up to Cody. She told me she had just been to meet Hanson at a record store and told me about her encounters with them (Zak is her favorite).
God, she is a sweetheart. Hanson.
Then Jed slipped behind me and put his arms around my shoulders. I tried to continue my conversation with Cody but I’m afraid I was totally distracted. Jed and I kissed and smirked at one another in a no doubt annoying manner before ambling down the hall to the back bedroom. I wanted the single bed – that’s about as much privacy you can get at Jefferson’s, unless you’re going to draw the curtain and fuck in the shower. But when we got there Amy and her new friend were sitting there, watching the foursome on the futon opposite.
The only person I could see (it was dark and, well, their faces weren’t really apparent) was Calico, the beautiful model. Her hair was in two schoolgirl’s braids and her pale body shone in the dark. It was a mash of people and as we watched, Amy walked over to the futon to get a closer look.
Jed and I settled onto the single bed next to the dreadlocked guy (I was hoping he’d take the hint and leave us the bed) while Amy edged her way towards Calico, who was facedown on top of someone or someones. Amy clambered onto the futon and bent her head down over Calico.
Calico’s head popped up: “Who’s there?”
Amy introduced herself.
“Oh, it’s OK,” Calico said, “You know, I just want to know who’s…”
I would personally have been kind of freaked out if someone put their mouth on my naked body without having let me know they were there, but Calico is apparently a laid back kind of person in that way.
I turned to Jed and we started to kiss, and at last the dreadlocked guy gave up the bed and we were free to stretch out.
We were slipping out of our clothes when others – I’m not sure who, but definitely Adam and Emma and maybe Carlotta, too, I think — tumbled into the room, laughing and chatting. Jed was lying on top of me, and I wanted him to cover me up completely: I felt really exposed. So I closed my eyes, like children do, the idea being, I can’t see you, so you can’t see me.
After some rather violent kissing Jed slid inside me and he was sweating ferociously and I tried to enjoy fucking him, but I was conscious of the others in the room, even though they were all otherwise occupied.
“Can I fuck your ass?”
“Uh huh.” Now I was a veteran! I knew that this was what Jed really liked.
This time, despite the application of much BabeLube, I was a bit tight, mostly ’cause I just couldn’t entirely relax, but again, it wasn’t painful. Of course, “it wasn’t painful” is not an overwhelmingly positive review. But I was too busy concentrating on not noticing the others, and couldn’t enjoy Jed’s grunts as he thrust at me with his long cock. Damn!
After he came I stroked his hair as he lay with his head on my chest, breathing heavily. I wanted to say, “Stay,” to hide me here beneath him until the room had cleared out. But I didn’t, because I didn’t want to have to ask him and I resented that I would have to ask him and anyway I knew he wouldn’t. He would want to be on Jefferson’s terrace, smoking cigarettes and flirting. When Jed excused himself I got dressed quickly, leaving the foursome on the futon and the group in the middle of the room, feeling worked up from all the fucking without orgasm.
I needed a break and when I went back to the living room I halted by the stereo: “Jefferson, are we listening to the Buzzcocks’s Singles Going Steady?”
“Why, yes we are!” Jefferson smiled.
Jacob, sitting on the sofa with some others, grinned at me. I had known that would get his attention. Though The Buzzcocks don’t really strike me as orgy music.
I slumped onto the couch next to Jacob and helped myself to a Double Stuf Oreo. “Hey!” I said. “How’s it going with that girl?”
“Ah,” he grimaced. “We’re just friends.”
This is an interesting story: at the last orgy Jacob told me he had just met a girl. They’d eyed one another at the supermarket near his apartment and then he’d nearly run into her on the street a few minutes later but for some reason had been unable to make contact. So he went home and posted an ad on Craig’s List’s Missed Connections! And, as he had told me, not 15 minutes later she had responded, and they had been on several dates and had not yet slept together and she was hotter than anyone here at the orgy now (I’m quoting).
But apparently it had come to naught, because, as Jacob explained, “I just don’t have the time to get involved with someone I’m not comfortable with.”
This struck me as sad – he’d been so enthusiastic. I expressed my sympathies and, after I’d eaten a suitable number of Oreos, got up to check out the action. “Don’t be a stranger,” Jacob urged.
I drifted back down the hall to Jefferson’s bedroom. The room was packed. And I was astonished and turned on to find Alex, in his underwear, wrapped around Mmmark in a hot clinch.
Ho boy. I swallowed. As usual, Mmmark seemed to be enjoying himself immensely. Alex’s face was hidden from view, but he, too, appeared pretty satisfied with this turn of events. Everyone else was likewise engaged. I slunk back against the wall for a minute, watching the couples writhe in the dark in happy abandon.
Part of me wanted to be in on the action, giggling and slurping and burying my mouth against someone’s skin. But I was also feeling just unwilling to be so exposed. Which is not the kind of attitude that serves one well at an orgy. OK. It’s time for me to go, I determined. I went to the bathroom and decided to make my goodbyes to Jefferson, and to Alex, whom I didn’t want to abandon. I found him in the back bedroom, sitting on Lillie’s bed. He was alone.
“Hey! You and Mmmark!” I said by way of greeting.
Alex nodded fervently.
“That was hot!”
Alex nodded fervently, again. I felt like I’d sent my protege out into the sex world for the first time, and he’d scored big. “Did you…?” What I wanted to know was had they done more than kissing? What had I missed?
Finally I abandoned all delicacy and, taking a seat next to him I whispered: “Did you go down on him?”
Once more, Alex gave me a nod. I high-fived him. “Well done! Doesn’t Mmmark have a nice dick?” Another nod from Alex while we both considered Mmmark’s anatomy. When I’d recovered I remembered my point: “Listen, I think I’m going to go.”
“OK.” Alex has the habit of looking as if he’s paying close attention when you talk to him, as if what you have to say is really important. I like that.
We hugged, and I sloped out of the room, only to run right into Jed. “Oh, hey. I’m about to take off.”
“What? You’re leaving?” I was gratified to see he appeared to be disappointed.
“Yeah, it’s late…”
“Oh,” He leaned down to me: “I was hoping you’d fuck me…”
Aha, the old ‘I was hoping you’d fuck me’ gambit! “Well, I… Oh, what the hell. Sure.”
So we tripped back into the back room, where we’d fucked earlier and where I’d last seen Alex perched on Lillie’s single bed. It was empty now. “I’ll go wash my hands,” I offered.
“People usually do that afterwards.”
“Well, I’ve got Oreo crumbs on me.” Not so sexy, Oreo crumbs.
When I returned Jed had stretched out on the bed. He was naked and the short, wide dildo I’d first encountered at his place a few weeks ago was beside him. I perched next to him, and then leaned over. We kissed. “Take off your shirt,” Jed said. I obeyed, keeping my eyes on him.
The room was empty but for the two of us, and I was relieved. As usual, I waited for Jed’s instructions. I like taking orders from him. Ahem.
He gestured to the bottle of lube, and I slid some all over my fingers. “Put a finger inside me,” Jed said after a minute.
I complied. I liked the slick, soft feeling of his innermost skin against my fingertips. Jed sighed, and I half smiled at his expression. Nothing else seems to get Jed as worked up as this. And even though I like it when he’s in control (over me), I like it when he’s out of control, too.
“Put another finger in,” Jed breathed. I fit my middle finger inside him, along with my index. He opened right up with no resistance at all. I liked that; how easily his body responded, how eager he was. I bent lower over him, stroking his ass with my skin.
“Put another one in,” he muttered, so I slipped my ring finger in this time. I went in slowly, so as to not stretch or hurt him, but it didn’t matter: he was wide open. His body was begging for it, just as women are supposed to be begging for it in the fantasy of fraternity brother speak. My breathing was getting a little shallow.
“More,” said Jed, so I fit my pinkie inside him, too. Sliding my hand in and out, I gazed at my fingers, astonished at what I was doing, and at the fact that the puckered dot of Jed’s anus could open up to fit all my fingers. Christ. I swallowed, and shifted a bit on the bed. I was getting wet.
“Put your whole hand in,” he urged. I looked at my wet hand doubtfully, but, after a moment, I slid my hand underneath him again and slowly inched my entire fist up his ass.
Holy smokes!
“Ahhhh!” groaned Jed.
My whole hand! I was fisting him! This was anal fisting! “Jesus Christ,” I gasped. “I’ve got my entire hand inside you.”
“Your hands are … really … tiny,” Jed breathed as he strained against me, arching and bucking. “Now the dildo.” I had almost forgotten about that in all the excitement. I slowly tugged my hand out, gazing at my sloppy wet fingers for a minute in wonder. It had been inside someone’s ass! But onwards: I squirted lube over Jed’s dildo, and then carefully turned it to face up, like he’d directed me the other week. As he squirmed on the bed, I fitted the dildo right inside him.
“Aaahh,” he said again. I crouched low over Jed’s torso, pushing the dildo up his ass, swinging my hand. “Oh, Lily…”
“Oh,” I murmured. “Oh, Jed, you’re doing great.” I slid the dildo back and forth, pushing it up Jed’s ass while he grunted. “You’re taking it like a champ,” I crooned. I have always, always wanted a chance to say this; to me it just sounds incredibly dirty and sexy. “Oh, you’re taking it really well, baby.” I slung my hips back and forth as I swung the dildo up his ass, slipping it out just a bit to hear him moan. Jed tugged on his dick. “Oh, Lily,” he said. “Fuck me, Lily. Fuck me.”
How I loved hearing him say my name. I bent lower, pushing my breasts towards him and rubbing the dildo more fiercely. “Oh, you’re doing so well,” I murmured. “That’s real nice.”
“Lily. Oh, Lily!” I watched smugly as with a shudder Jed came, a stream of semen spurting out onto his stomach. For a moment he lay still, his chest heaving.
Then I stood up and went into the bathroom, where I scrubbed my hands with Jefferson’s Vanilla Bean Noel hand soap from Bath & Body Works. When I got back to the bedroom, Jed was gone.
I pulled my shirt on, and back out in the hall I looked at my hands: I just had unprotected sex, didn’t I? Unprotected hand sex. Well, fisting. Ah: there was Jed.
“Heeeey,” he said, looking totally unconcerned, as usual.
I glanced down at my hands. “I should have worn gloves for that, right?” I don’t know why I was even asking, only he’d had experience with fisting (anal fisting! Wow) and I hadn’t.
Jed looked at me: “Give me your hands.” I placed my paws in his, and he held them up to the light.
“You’re fine,” he said after a minute. “You don’t have any scratches or anything, besides, I’m totally clean.”
I think he mean that he was free of disease; I already knew he was entirely clean, ass-wise. As Wendy had once asked me, “Do you think he spends all that time in the bathroom using an enema? That boy is immaculate.” (My guess: yes).
“OK,” I said, looking at my pink little hands, now smelling faintly of soap. “But if we do this again, we’re using gloves.”
And I trooped back to the living room, too tired to be worried about my bout of Unprotected Hand Sex. Alex had disappeared, as had Jefferson, and I really wanted to get moving before Jed suggested anything else I was likely to agree to. Though I’d fulfilled my directive to live somewhat dangerously and I felt smug, the apartment was hot and I was tired and hadn’t come and I was going home.
Sunday, July 01, 2007
I Learn to Share
It was supposed to be me, Jefferson and Jacob. But the evening before, I’d gone to dinner with Wendy, and when she said she hoped to see Jefferson the following evening I saw how this was possible.
Of course, this meant I’d have to share. So I supposed this would be a good opportunity for me to develop loving kindness, a Zen lack of jealousy, all the spiritually evolved qualities that ethical sluts (which I hope I am) should cultivate, along with a sense of humor and good upper body strength.
So on Friday night I turned up at Jefferson’s place and was taken aback to see not just Wendy but Ruby. Had Jefferson added to our party, as well?
“Ruby’s on her way out,” Jefferson explained. He has a good feel for social nuances. Ruby sloped on the sofa, bleary eyed, smiling. Christ, Jefferson had a really packed schedule.
“Is Jacob coming?” I was worried. Though we’d emailed a few times, I hadn’t heard from him in a while and wondered if I would be seeing him tonight after all.
“Why?” Jefferson paused, a bottle of wine in his hand. “Did he tell you he wasn’t?”
“No… I just…”
But it turned out my suspicions were unfounded: Jacob arrived shortly after Ruby left. The four of us sat on the sofa, slumped together by gravity and curiosity. Jacob seemed pretty low. He admitted he’d been holed up in his apartment, avoiding contact with the human race. Then he downed a Vicodin. This didn’t seem like a great omen, but I smiled at him hopefully and we trooped off to the bedroom.
We all got undressed as if we were getting ready for free swim at summer camp. No one kissed or touched. There was no eroticism, just an athletic energy.
Jacob was an unknown quantity to me sexually – we’d kissed a bit at the April orgy, and that was all. Naked, his boy’s body was decorated with tattoos: a revolver tilted across his chest, illustrations bloomed on his forearms. Jacob has shaggy hair in a modified hipster mullet, and, before he’d stripped, had been wearing jeans clipped with a silver chain. Around his neck he wore a long chain with a Star of David. It looked so ’70’s. I liked it, how unfashionable it was, contrasting with his shaggy hair and decorated arms. It was like saying, “I’m a nice Jewish boy,” – (and a suburban one) even though the evidence suggested otherwise.
Jacob wore cute underwear, rather like the Underoos of my childhood. I removed his skivvies, and when he was naked I went down on him – perhaps that is my version of “Nice to meet you,”? Meanwhile, next to us on Jefferson’s bed Wendy and Jefferson fucked. Wendy is very loud in bed. I talk during sex, but Wendy’s voice rises and she cries.
Jacob pushed me onto my back, but I wanted a little more anticipation before we fucked. So we fooled around a bit more before I let him put a condom on and slip inside me.
That was it, he slipped inside me. Next to me, Wendy was moaning as Jefferson fucked her. I looked at Jacob, at his puckered little boy’s face, and felt nothing.
I mean, Jacob is sexy and adorable. He has a lovely dick – good sized, and willing. But in me there was no surge, no sweat, no urgency. Maybe I needed more foreplay, or narrative. But right now it felt like exercise rather than sex. I wanted to feel it.
So I gestured to Jacob and then I swung over so that I could ride him. This was better. I felt it more, but still. Eventually, Jacob pulled out – he blamed the Vicodin, and no doubt he was right.
I went to the bathroom and when I came back Wendy’s mouth was wrapped around Jacob’s dick. She knelt over him as he lay flat on his back, with Jefferson sprawled on the bed beside him. I slid next to Jefferson, our arms touching. Absently I stroked Jefferson’s soft arms.
Then Jefferson straddled Jacob. Funny, the way Jefferson sat on Jacob’s face reminded me of a girl – sort of hippy and proud. Then he slid off and started to massage Jacob’s ass. Jacob writhed happily, like a kitten. I watched.
“I’m going to fuck your ass,” Jefferson promised, smiling down at Jacob.
But Jacob wasn’t that far gone: “No, not tonight,” he murmured. Aha! Just like me.
Then Jefferson slouched onto his back and Jacob slipped between his legs. He was so engaged, it was really awesome to watch. He took Jefferson’s cock in his mouth so deeply – his nose started to run and he kept sniffling and gagging, but not once did he pause. It was as if he couldn’t stop himself, and also as though this was his job, to slurp Jefferson’s cock, and he was a hard, conscientious worker. Oh, God. I slid down to the edge of the bed, where Jacob lay on his stomach with his face buried around Jefferson’s dick. I suddenly felt the need to suck Jacob off, and maneuvered myself beneath him, where I tentatively licked his cock, and then his balls. As I continued, my mouth became more eager, and I grew frustrated that he was at an angle that was so difficult for me to reach. I wanted to devour his dick, to place my mouth squarely at his cock and suck him right inside me.
Eventually Jacob slid around so I could have at him. Then Wendy wanted in, so we traded Jacob’s dick back and forth between us for a bit, and then we licked him together, one tongue on each side of Jacob’s shaft. Then I had a terrible thought: what if Jacob preferred Wendy’s cocksucking to mine? This is the kind of thought that can wreak havoc with your fucking.
And again, this was the perfect time for my two-on-one fantasy. I got Jacob to myself for a bit and motioned for Jefferson to fuck me from behind. He obliged.
I was on my knees, arching my back and thrusting my ass at Jefferson so that he could fuck me properly. I was really wet. But we didn’t get very far. That’s one of the problems with more than two people – there’s always more to do, and maybe people feel like they’re missing out if they don’t move quickly through a variety of positions? Jefferson pulled out and Wendy indicated that it was time for Jacob to fuck her. Jefferson spun me over and slipped my legs around his neck, and started to fuck me once more. But I was distracted, keeping an eye on Wendy and Jacob. Wendy was moaning. Then she groaned: “I want you to fuck my ass.”
“OK,” said Jacob amiably.
I gulped, and looked up at Jefferson, who was lazily pumping away against my cunt. “I want to watch,” I whispered to him.
Jefferson smiled: “I thought you might,” he said. He pulled out, and I slipped off the bed and slunk next to Jacob, who was standing behind Wendy.
She was laying face down on Jefferson’s mattress, her white ass reaching towards Jacob’s dick. I watched as slowly he pushed his cock deep between her cheeks, where I couldn’t see.
“Harder,” said Wendy. Her voice was a whine: “Harder.”
We watched as Jacob pumped her. “Jefferson,” Wendy said from her position on her stomach, “Can you get me your bullet vibrator?”
Jefferson reached over and pulled some equipment out of his drawer. Silently, he handed it to Wendy, who slid it underneath her. She started to moan again, and while Jacob thrust away.
Then Wendy started to yell, and she came with a series of cries, like she was upset rather than just well and truly fucked.
**
Afterwards, I sat on Jefferson’s lap in his armchair while Wendy and Jacob lounged on the bed. Both of them, I realized, sounded remarkably similar, with their cute Long Island voices. But shortly afterwards, Jacob insisted he had to leave, so we all escorted him to the door with kisses.
Back in Jefferson’s bedroom Wendy sprawled across the mattress and shut her eyes. It was then I realized my folly: the three of us could not sleep comfortably in Jefferson’s bed. Particularly not me, since I toss and turn. Wendy looked about ready to crash. I sighed: “I’ll go sleep in the other room.”
“Are you sure?” Jefferson asked politely.
I nodded, bid them goodnight and trundled to the back room, feeling like the third wheel, albeit one who would sleep undisturbed. Sober and childlike, I put myself to bed in Lillie’s single metal frame bed, and read a Penguin Classic until I fell asleep.
Of course, this meant I’d have to share. So I supposed this would be a good opportunity for me to develop loving kindness, a Zen lack of jealousy, all the spiritually evolved qualities that ethical sluts (which I hope I am) should cultivate, along with a sense of humor and good upper body strength.
So on Friday night I turned up at Jefferson’s place and was taken aback to see not just Wendy but Ruby. Had Jefferson added to our party, as well?
“Ruby’s on her way out,” Jefferson explained. He has a good feel for social nuances. Ruby sloped on the sofa, bleary eyed, smiling. Christ, Jefferson had a really packed schedule.
“Is Jacob coming?” I was worried. Though we’d emailed a few times, I hadn’t heard from him in a while and wondered if I would be seeing him tonight after all.
“Why?” Jefferson paused, a bottle of wine in his hand. “Did he tell you he wasn’t?”
“No… I just…”
But it turned out my suspicions were unfounded: Jacob arrived shortly after Ruby left. The four of us sat on the sofa, slumped together by gravity and curiosity. Jacob seemed pretty low. He admitted he’d been holed up in his apartment, avoiding contact with the human race. Then he downed a Vicodin. This didn’t seem like a great omen, but I smiled at him hopefully and we trooped off to the bedroom.
We all got undressed as if we were getting ready for free swim at summer camp. No one kissed or touched. There was no eroticism, just an athletic energy.
Jacob was an unknown quantity to me sexually – we’d kissed a bit at the April orgy, and that was all. Naked, his boy’s body was decorated with tattoos: a revolver tilted across his chest, illustrations bloomed on his forearms. Jacob has shaggy hair in a modified hipster mullet, and, before he’d stripped, had been wearing jeans clipped with a silver chain. Around his neck he wore a long chain with a Star of David. It looked so ’70’s. I liked it, how unfashionable it was, contrasting with his shaggy hair and decorated arms. It was like saying, “I’m a nice Jewish boy,” – (and a suburban one) even though the evidence suggested otherwise.
Jacob wore cute underwear, rather like the Underoos of my childhood. I removed his skivvies, and when he was naked I went down on him – perhaps that is my version of “Nice to meet you,”? Meanwhile, next to us on Jefferson’s bed Wendy and Jefferson fucked. Wendy is very loud in bed. I talk during sex, but Wendy’s voice rises and she cries.
Jacob pushed me onto my back, but I wanted a little more anticipation before we fucked. So we fooled around a bit more before I let him put a condom on and slip inside me.
That was it, he slipped inside me. Next to me, Wendy was moaning as Jefferson fucked her. I looked at Jacob, at his puckered little boy’s face, and felt nothing.
I mean, Jacob is sexy and adorable. He has a lovely dick – good sized, and willing. But in me there was no surge, no sweat, no urgency. Maybe I needed more foreplay, or narrative. But right now it felt like exercise rather than sex. I wanted to feel it.
So I gestured to Jacob and then I swung over so that I could ride him. This was better. I felt it more, but still. Eventually, Jacob pulled out – he blamed the Vicodin, and no doubt he was right.
I went to the bathroom and when I came back Wendy’s mouth was wrapped around Jacob’s dick. She knelt over him as he lay flat on his back, with Jefferson sprawled on the bed beside him. I slid next to Jefferson, our arms touching. Absently I stroked Jefferson’s soft arms.
Then Jefferson straddled Jacob. Funny, the way Jefferson sat on Jacob’s face reminded me of a girl – sort of hippy and proud. Then he slid off and started to massage Jacob’s ass. Jacob writhed happily, like a kitten. I watched.
“I’m going to fuck your ass,” Jefferson promised, smiling down at Jacob.
But Jacob wasn’t that far gone: “No, not tonight,” he murmured. Aha! Just like me.
Then Jefferson slouched onto his back and Jacob slipped between his legs. He was so engaged, it was really awesome to watch. He took Jefferson’s cock in his mouth so deeply – his nose started to run and he kept sniffling and gagging, but not once did he pause. It was as if he couldn’t stop himself, and also as though this was his job, to slurp Jefferson’s cock, and he was a hard, conscientious worker. Oh, God. I slid down to the edge of the bed, where Jacob lay on his stomach with his face buried around Jefferson’s dick. I suddenly felt the need to suck Jacob off, and maneuvered myself beneath him, where I tentatively licked his cock, and then his balls. As I continued, my mouth became more eager, and I grew frustrated that he was at an angle that was so difficult for me to reach. I wanted to devour his dick, to place my mouth squarely at his cock and suck him right inside me.
Eventually Jacob slid around so I could have at him. Then Wendy wanted in, so we traded Jacob’s dick back and forth between us for a bit, and then we licked him together, one tongue on each side of Jacob’s shaft. Then I had a terrible thought: what if Jacob preferred Wendy’s cocksucking to mine? This is the kind of thought that can wreak havoc with your fucking.
And again, this was the perfect time for my two-on-one fantasy. I got Jacob to myself for a bit and motioned for Jefferson to fuck me from behind. He obliged.
I was on my knees, arching my back and thrusting my ass at Jefferson so that he could fuck me properly. I was really wet. But we didn’t get very far. That’s one of the problems with more than two people – there’s always more to do, and maybe people feel like they’re missing out if they don’t move quickly through a variety of positions? Jefferson pulled out and Wendy indicated that it was time for Jacob to fuck her. Jefferson spun me over and slipped my legs around his neck, and started to fuck me once more. But I was distracted, keeping an eye on Wendy and Jacob. Wendy was moaning. Then she groaned: “I want you to fuck my ass.”
“OK,” said Jacob amiably.
I gulped, and looked up at Jefferson, who was lazily pumping away against my cunt. “I want to watch,” I whispered to him.
Jefferson smiled: “I thought you might,” he said. He pulled out, and I slipped off the bed and slunk next to Jacob, who was standing behind Wendy.
She was laying face down on Jefferson’s mattress, her white ass reaching towards Jacob’s dick. I watched as slowly he pushed his cock deep between her cheeks, where I couldn’t see.
“Harder,” said Wendy. Her voice was a whine: “Harder.”
We watched as Jacob pumped her. “Jefferson,” Wendy said from her position on her stomach, “Can you get me your bullet vibrator?”
Jefferson reached over and pulled some equipment out of his drawer. Silently, he handed it to Wendy, who slid it underneath her. She started to moan again, and while Jacob thrust away.
Then Wendy started to yell, and she came with a series of cries, like she was upset rather than just well and truly fucked.
**
Afterwards, I sat on Jefferson’s lap in his armchair while Wendy and Jacob lounged on the bed. Both of them, I realized, sounded remarkably similar, with their cute Long Island voices. But shortly afterwards, Jacob insisted he had to leave, so we all escorted him to the door with kisses.
Back in Jefferson’s bedroom Wendy sprawled across the mattress and shut her eyes. It was then I realized my folly: the three of us could not sleep comfortably in Jefferson’s bed. Particularly not me, since I toss and turn. Wendy looked about ready to crash. I sighed: “I’ll go sleep in the other room.”
“Are you sure?” Jefferson asked politely.
I nodded, bid them goodnight and trundled to the back room, feeling like the third wheel, albeit one who would sleep undisturbed. Sober and childlike, I put myself to bed in Lillie’s single metal frame bed, and read a Penguin Classic until I fell asleep.
Thursday, June 21, 2007
An Embarrassment of Riches
I walked down the corridor that had become familiar to me and opened the door: the living room was empty. I took off my shoes, hung up my coat, and followed the distant voices down the hall.
In Jefferson’s room, a crowd was watching the television screen. “Some of our guests have been making their own porno!” my host greeted me. I squinted. Sure enough, on screen, there was Adam, naked. And there was Emma, on a bed. Lying next to her was Gina, her long hair loose.
I turned and looked at Adam, who was examining his video with an artist’s satisfaction. I smiled at him. “Wow,” I said politely. “It’s got a soundtrack and everything.” It did: a real porn-movie soundtrack! I wondered if that came with iMovie or whatever.
“Emma did that,” said Adam proudly, gesturing at his fiancée, who smiled at me absently. “That’s love: having your girlfriend create the soundtrack to your homemade porno.”
**
Standing next to me in the bedroom were Jessica and Sean, I noticed. I smiled at them.
I’d met them a few weeks previously, when they’d come to meet Jefferson to see if they wanted to attend his orgies. I’d spent the night with Jefferson, and hadn’t managed to get out of his apartment before they turned up.
I’d liked them both and, in my capacity as orgy veteran, could encourage them to come in the warmest terms. I was pleased to see them both here, and said hello.
Oh, OK: I had my eye on Sean. He was really cute.
But there wasn’t much going on in the bedroom at the moment, so I went back into the living room. Soon most of the crowd had migrated there, and I ended up perched on Jefferson’s lap.
Jacob wandered by, looking cute as ever with his shaggy hair. A bemused smile played on his little boy’s face. “Hey!” I said, smiling up at him.
He peered at me: “Hi, I’m Jacob.”
I gazed up at him in disbelief: “I know that. Jacob, you’ve been emailing me.”
True: Jefferson had been singing Jacob’s praises for some time now, and we’d exchanged a few emails with the goal of getting together. It appeared that my witty emails hadn’t made much of an impression, though.
Jefferson chuckled.
“Sorry,” said Jacob. “I’m kind of drunk,” he added.
Just then a woman in a pink bustier and matching underwear clapped for attention: “Who wants to get tied up?” she demanded.
“Oh, look!” Jefferson interjected. “Mmmark’s here – now people will start having sex.” Jefferson makes this announcement at every single orgy. I guess he’s right, though: soon after Mmmark’s arrival people did start to drift off towards the bedrooms.
But I ended up on the couch with Jacob, who claimed he remembered me very well, after all. He put his arm around my shoulder and I stroked his arm. I recognized this as a prelude to fooling around and was pleased, but also distracted: Jed had just arrived!
I waved at him and he smiled back at me, looking, as usual, tousled and pretty fucking hot in his jeans and white button down shirt.
Someone suggested we retire to the next room, where apparently the pink bustier-ed woman had found a volunteer. One of the guests – possibly the blond in the pink bustier herself – had rigged up a whole system of ropes and pulleys on Jefferson’s bed. Very impressive, given that Jefferson doesn’t even have a headboard.
Jefferson’s bedroom was well lit for once and most of the guests were leaning against the dressers watching as the woman in a pink bustier and matching underwear applied multiple clothespins to Gina’s pussy.
Ouch! I flinched in sympathetic agony. Gina lay there placidly, breathing carefully. Jacob looked intrigued but I was not turned on, so we went back into the living room.
Jacob wandered over to the balcony to have a cigarette, and I started talking to Brooklyn Rake, who is so nice and friendly. It is very relaxing to be around someone who appears to be enjoying himself as much as he was. Brooklyn Rake revealed that he had not posted in several weeks, and wondered how I maintained the impetus to keep writing.
“Well,” I said, “I think I’m kind of afraid that if I stop writing, I’ll stop having sex.” I had only just realized that, but I think it’s true! I’m afraid that if I don’t put the words down, all my adventures will stop. Of course, the truth of the matter is, if I don’t write down (or at least take notes) very soon after the event, then I won’t remember what happened and thus won’t be able to post about it, which is not really the same thing.
“Also, I have some really responsive and nice readers,” (Hi, Waveman!) “And that makes me want to post, too.”
In the midst of this literary discussion Jed came up behind me and put his hands on my shoulder. He is much taller than me, I only came up to his chest. Jed ran his hands along my arms, and I leaned against him. Ah, that was nice.
I turned around to face him and our eyes met. “Hey,” I said stupidly. He just knocks me out. I could have stared at him all night. He was wearing a cloth cap, like London newsboys in the historical dramas you sometimes come across on TV.
He grinned: “Hey.”
Soon enough Jed and I were back on the sofa I had recently vacated. We settled down next to each other but then Jed pushed me back against the cushions and sat himself on the coffee table: “I just have the urge to get really rough with you,” he mused in a low voice.
I felt a rush all through me and I thought I might collapse. “You knew that would turn me on,” I whispered hoarsely. “Didn’t you?”
We kissed for a minute. Then he leaned forward: “Suck me off,” he said. He unfolded his long legs and, stooping above me, undid his ornate silver belt. He took his newsboy’s cap off and tucked it on top of my head, and I obediently leaned forward. “Look at this,” he said to Sean and Jessica, sitting next to us on the sofa.
I looked up at Jed: “They’re busy,” I said, turning to look at our neighbors, who weren’t paying attention. “Maybe we shouldn’t disturb them.”
Jed waved away my concerns as I leaned forward again to wrap my mouth around his dick. “Isn’t she cute?” he asked. The others on the couch looked up politely. “And look how she can take all that cock,” he noted proudly as I obediently swallowed him.
There was an appreciative silence while I sucked his dick, punctuated only by Jed’s hips jerking towards me. Having him tell me what to do was such a turn on, I didn’t even think twice. I considered the strangeness of this as I tried to take him all the way down my throat.
Suddenly I stopped and wrested myself from Jed’s dick: “Gag reflex,” I explained to my seatmates as I coughed and wiped the tears from my eyes.
**
I had to go to the bathroom. When I came back, Jed had taken my place on the sofa and was making out with Jessica. Jessica’s boyfriend was stroking her bra and playing with her tits. I sat on the coffee table, and watched them. Jessica leaned her head against the wall as Jed and Sean slid their hands and mouths across her skin.
Thomas was sitting next to me. We looked at one another. “Hey,” I said.
We hadn’t spoken before, really, except to say hello. His top was off. Thomas is not tall, with a compact body and a clever, curious expression. Without thinking, I leaned forward and we kissed.
But I wanted more action with Jed, and soon I was back on the couch with Jed’s body close up against mine. “Listen,” I said, glancing at my watch. “I’m going to have to go soon.” I was staying at Marc’s and had told him I’d be there by 11:30.
“Do you want to--?”
“Yeah! That’s what I’m saying!” I said, not at all clearly, I expect. “Now’s the time to make your move!”
Grinning at one another, we traipsed down the hall to Jefferson’s bedroom, which was surprisingly empty. Cautiously I felt the mattress: it was not noticeably damp, thank goodness. I climbed onto the bed, and Jed joined me.
But we weren’t along for long: after a minute some other people, who I couldn’t quite distinguish, joined us. I shifted into the center of the bed. Jed straddled me, his arms caging me.
Somewhere nearby, a woman moaned. I reached up and tugged his face closer to me, dragging my fingers through his matted curls. He kissed me with those juicy, overripe lips.
The only time I’d fucked in front of anyone was when Jefferson watched me and Daniel have sex, months ago now. But without much discussion Jed slid inside me. I looked up at him: “You know just saying you wanted to get rough with me would turn me on, right?” My voice was hoarse. It was somehow very important for me to explain this to him.
“I don’t know that I want you to get rough,” I continued in a whisper as Jed cracked his palm against my collarbone. When Jefferson had held his hand against my neck it had hurt, but Jed’s hand felt exciting and soothing at the same time. “It’s just hearing you say it…” my voice trailed off into a gasp as I tried to get closer, deeper, more of him. I rolled on top and rode him, his sweaty limbs sticking us together. I was so wet that he kept slipping out, though, and soon he got back on top.
“You want me to come?” Jed whispered.
“Uh huh!”
“You didn’t come, did you?”
I shook my head as he pounded me with a steady thud. “Next time,” I gasped. “I’m not used to having sex with other people in the room.” I looked around at the shadows I couldn’t quite decipher.
Jed nodded, and then he came, and we lay sunk in Jefferson’s mattress while people moved all around us.
In Jefferson’s room, a crowd was watching the television screen. “Some of our guests have been making their own porno!” my host greeted me. I squinted. Sure enough, on screen, there was Adam, naked. And there was Emma, on a bed. Lying next to her was Gina, her long hair loose.
I turned and looked at Adam, who was examining his video with an artist’s satisfaction. I smiled at him. “Wow,” I said politely. “It’s got a soundtrack and everything.” It did: a real porn-movie soundtrack! I wondered if that came with iMovie or whatever.
“Emma did that,” said Adam proudly, gesturing at his fiancée, who smiled at me absently. “That’s love: having your girlfriend create the soundtrack to your homemade porno.”
**
Standing next to me in the bedroom were Jessica and Sean, I noticed. I smiled at them.
I’d met them a few weeks previously, when they’d come to meet Jefferson to see if they wanted to attend his orgies. I’d spent the night with Jefferson, and hadn’t managed to get out of his apartment before they turned up.
I’d liked them both and, in my capacity as orgy veteran, could encourage them to come in the warmest terms. I was pleased to see them both here, and said hello.
Oh, OK: I had my eye on Sean. He was really cute.
But there wasn’t much going on in the bedroom at the moment, so I went back into the living room. Soon most of the crowd had migrated there, and I ended up perched on Jefferson’s lap.
Jacob wandered by, looking cute as ever with his shaggy hair. A bemused smile played on his little boy’s face. “Hey!” I said, smiling up at him.
He peered at me: “Hi, I’m Jacob.”
I gazed up at him in disbelief: “I know that. Jacob, you’ve been emailing me.”
True: Jefferson had been singing Jacob’s praises for some time now, and we’d exchanged a few emails with the goal of getting together. It appeared that my witty emails hadn’t made much of an impression, though.
Jefferson chuckled.
“Sorry,” said Jacob. “I’m kind of drunk,” he added.
Just then a woman in a pink bustier and matching underwear clapped for attention: “Who wants to get tied up?” she demanded.
“Oh, look!” Jefferson interjected. “Mmmark’s here – now people will start having sex.” Jefferson makes this announcement at every single orgy. I guess he’s right, though: soon after Mmmark’s arrival people did start to drift off towards the bedrooms.
But I ended up on the couch with Jacob, who claimed he remembered me very well, after all. He put his arm around my shoulder and I stroked his arm. I recognized this as a prelude to fooling around and was pleased, but also distracted: Jed had just arrived!
I waved at him and he smiled back at me, looking, as usual, tousled and pretty fucking hot in his jeans and white button down shirt.
Someone suggested we retire to the next room, where apparently the pink bustier-ed woman had found a volunteer. One of the guests – possibly the blond in the pink bustier herself – had rigged up a whole system of ropes and pulleys on Jefferson’s bed. Very impressive, given that Jefferson doesn’t even have a headboard.
Jefferson’s bedroom was well lit for once and most of the guests were leaning against the dressers watching as the woman in a pink bustier and matching underwear applied multiple clothespins to Gina’s pussy.
Ouch! I flinched in sympathetic agony. Gina lay there placidly, breathing carefully. Jacob looked intrigued but I was not turned on, so we went back into the living room.
Jacob wandered over to the balcony to have a cigarette, and I started talking to Brooklyn Rake, who is so nice and friendly. It is very relaxing to be around someone who appears to be enjoying himself as much as he was. Brooklyn Rake revealed that he had not posted in several weeks, and wondered how I maintained the impetus to keep writing.
“Well,” I said, “I think I’m kind of afraid that if I stop writing, I’ll stop having sex.” I had only just realized that, but I think it’s true! I’m afraid that if I don’t put the words down, all my adventures will stop. Of course, the truth of the matter is, if I don’t write down (or at least take notes) very soon after the event, then I won’t remember what happened and thus won’t be able to post about it, which is not really the same thing.
“Also, I have some really responsive and nice readers,” (Hi, Waveman!) “And that makes me want to post, too.”
In the midst of this literary discussion Jed came up behind me and put his hands on my shoulder. He is much taller than me, I only came up to his chest. Jed ran his hands along my arms, and I leaned against him. Ah, that was nice.
I turned around to face him and our eyes met. “Hey,” I said stupidly. He just knocks me out. I could have stared at him all night. He was wearing a cloth cap, like London newsboys in the historical dramas you sometimes come across on TV.
He grinned: “Hey.”
Soon enough Jed and I were back on the sofa I had recently vacated. We settled down next to each other but then Jed pushed me back against the cushions and sat himself on the coffee table: “I just have the urge to get really rough with you,” he mused in a low voice.
I felt a rush all through me and I thought I might collapse. “You knew that would turn me on,” I whispered hoarsely. “Didn’t you?”
We kissed for a minute. Then he leaned forward: “Suck me off,” he said. He unfolded his long legs and, stooping above me, undid his ornate silver belt. He took his newsboy’s cap off and tucked it on top of my head, and I obediently leaned forward. “Look at this,” he said to Sean and Jessica, sitting next to us on the sofa.
I looked up at Jed: “They’re busy,” I said, turning to look at our neighbors, who weren’t paying attention. “Maybe we shouldn’t disturb them.”
Jed waved away my concerns as I leaned forward again to wrap my mouth around his dick. “Isn’t she cute?” he asked. The others on the couch looked up politely. “And look how she can take all that cock,” he noted proudly as I obediently swallowed him.
There was an appreciative silence while I sucked his dick, punctuated only by Jed’s hips jerking towards me. Having him tell me what to do was such a turn on, I didn’t even think twice. I considered the strangeness of this as I tried to take him all the way down my throat.
Suddenly I stopped and wrested myself from Jed’s dick: “Gag reflex,” I explained to my seatmates as I coughed and wiped the tears from my eyes.
**
I had to go to the bathroom. When I came back, Jed had taken my place on the sofa and was making out with Jessica. Jessica’s boyfriend was stroking her bra and playing with her tits. I sat on the coffee table, and watched them. Jessica leaned her head against the wall as Jed and Sean slid their hands and mouths across her skin.
Thomas was sitting next to me. We looked at one another. “Hey,” I said.
We hadn’t spoken before, really, except to say hello. His top was off. Thomas is not tall, with a compact body and a clever, curious expression. Without thinking, I leaned forward and we kissed.
But I wanted more action with Jed, and soon I was back on the couch with Jed’s body close up against mine. “Listen,” I said, glancing at my watch. “I’m going to have to go soon.” I was staying at Marc’s and had told him I’d be there by 11:30.
“Do you want to--?”
“Yeah! That’s what I’m saying!” I said, not at all clearly, I expect. “Now’s the time to make your move!”
Grinning at one another, we traipsed down the hall to Jefferson’s bedroom, which was surprisingly empty. Cautiously I felt the mattress: it was not noticeably damp, thank goodness. I climbed onto the bed, and Jed joined me.
But we weren’t along for long: after a minute some other people, who I couldn’t quite distinguish, joined us. I shifted into the center of the bed. Jed straddled me, his arms caging me.
Somewhere nearby, a woman moaned. I reached up and tugged his face closer to me, dragging my fingers through his matted curls. He kissed me with those juicy, overripe lips.
The only time I’d fucked in front of anyone was when Jefferson watched me and Daniel have sex, months ago now. But without much discussion Jed slid inside me. I looked up at him: “You know just saying you wanted to get rough with me would turn me on, right?” My voice was hoarse. It was somehow very important for me to explain this to him.
“I don’t know that I want you to get rough,” I continued in a whisper as Jed cracked his palm against my collarbone. When Jefferson had held his hand against my neck it had hurt, but Jed’s hand felt exciting and soothing at the same time. “It’s just hearing you say it…” my voice trailed off into a gasp as I tried to get closer, deeper, more of him. I rolled on top and rode him, his sweaty limbs sticking us together. I was so wet that he kept slipping out, though, and soon he got back on top.
“You want me to come?” Jed whispered.
“Uh huh!”
“You didn’t come, did you?”
I shook my head as he pounded me with a steady thud. “Next time,” I gasped. “I’m not used to having sex with other people in the room.” I looked around at the shadows I couldn’t quite decipher.
Jed nodded, and then he came, and we lay sunk in Jefferson’s mattress while people moved all around us.
Wednesday, May 16, 2007
In Which I Am Very Busy
“Do I look all right?” asked Jake.
“You look great.” He looked adorable – a snug t and loose trousers, sort of dressy but not overdressed. “They’re going to love you.”
We left Jake’s apartment and stopped at the supermarket. “Should I bring a gift? Maybe some smoked almonds?”
“I don’t think that’s really necessary,” I said.
**
As we got closer to the building we saw a girl just ahead of us, with crayon-colored hair and flip flops on her feet. “I bet she’s going to be there,” whispered Jake in a meant-to-be-overheard voice. “She looks freaky.”
“Shut up! She’ll hear you.”
“Yeah, look at those flip flops, she’s definitely going.”
“Seriously Jake, shut up.”
**
We got on the elevator with the crayon-haired girl. When she got off, so did we. We followed her down the hall at a safe distance. When she made a right I turned to Jake and hissed: “She’s totally going!” And we sniggered.
At Jefferson’s door Jake took a deep breath. “Listen,” I said again, “It’ll be fine. Everyone is going to sitting around talking and drinking. No one will be naked (it was still early). It won’t be awkward.” He nodded.
I opened the door. First thing I saw was two naked women draped over a clot of men on the sofa. The air was smoky and there was a considerable din. A topless girl burst out of the kitchen and gave me a hug. “Lily!” It was Wendy.
Jake and I looked at each other. I shrugged: I guess I was wrong, was what I meant.
This was the third orgy I’d been to and I’d gotten Jake to join me. Jake had heard of Jefferson but not met him, but I’d put them in touch and now here we were.
“Is Jefferson here?” Jake asked
I couldn’t see him anywhere. “I guess he’s in the back room.”
“Well, then I’m keeping my salted almonds.”
The party was the liveliest I’d ever seen – there must have been more than twenty people in the apartment, some in various state of undress, some drinking and some… ooooohhhh Hot!Mmmark.
“Hi!” Could I give him the cheek kiss or the on-the-mouth (closed) kiss? I was so pleased to see him. Just the fact that he was at the party made me feel like it was going to be a great night.
Eventually Jefferson appeared, following a really glamorous woman who stumbled into the hall, buttoning up her white men's shirt. I waved to Jefferson. I talked to Cody. I congratulated Emma on her engagement to Adam. I congratulated Adam. I met Jacob, whom Jefferson had been talking up to me for some time. I noticed Hot!Mmmark canoodling with Carlotta on the couch. I avoided a man who seemed much too drunk so early in the evening.
It was hot, and people’s clothes were coming off. I didn’t feel this was a good enough excuse to take off my clothes. After all, we were in the living room.
Jake was talking to an exceptionally beautiful girl (Calico -- seriously, plus she had a perfect body, looking at her made me feel frumpy and fat) I’d met briefly at last month’s party. Jed came, but if he saw me he didn’t react. I didn’t approach him. By now most everyone had disappeared into the bedrooms. I didn’t want to be a third wheel, and I felt strange. I went down the hall, into Jefferson’s room.
Jefferson’s room was dark; it was all just a bunch of shapes: Jefferson in the armchair and Wendy (I heard rather than saw this, Wendy talks, like, nonstop) on her knees at his feet. And Ruby, the crayon-haired girl who was a friend of Wendy’s was flat on her back. I saw Jed arch over her, his lanky body like a graceful crane. And there was Calico, perched on the bed next to Ruby… Ruby squealed happily.
I just watched, and for a moment I felt unbearably strange and awkward: I had no one to play with. Everyone was otherwise engaged.
“Do you want to come into the bathroom with me?”
I turned. The very drunk guy was whispering to me.
“No.” I shook my head.
“Do you want to—”
I turned to look at him, “No thank you,” I said. I edged out of the doorway and back down the hall.
The kitchen was empty and I stood there for a moment, feeling very sorry for myself. No one was coming onto me! (I wasn’t interested in the drunk guy, so I guess he didn’t count).
This is embarrassing, not to mention shallow, but I think a big part of why I come to the orgies is so I can be the center of attention. Not all the time. Or for everyone. But for one or two guys who I really fancy, to know that they’re into me, and I can make them gasp or smile or say something like, oh, I don’t know, “You have perfect tits,” – well, that is such a huge turn on for me. But this time I wasn’t the center of attention – I wasn’t the new girl (that was Ruby, who was making the most of it in the other room) – and Mmmark and Jed, both of whom I’m really attracted to, were enjoying other people’s company. Which is the point of an orgy, no doubt. Could I enjoy myself now that my little moment in the sun had passed? I had to get back into the right frame of mind.
“Oh, hey!”
I looked up from my contemplation of the toaster: it was Jed. Wow. His blond hair was curly with humidity, and he just looked like this total hipster: tight jeans, cowboy boots, keys clamped to his waist. I smiled: “Hi.”
“I didn’t know you were here! Did you just get here?”
“No, I’ve been here a while.”
“Oh, I didn’t see you.” I shrugged, I was still feeling sort of withdrawn. “I’m glad I ran into you,” Jed continued, “I don’t know if I was supposed to call you or—”
“You dropped the ball,” I interrupted him. I smiled, to show it wasn’t a big deal, but really it was a big enough deal for me to say that.
Here’s what had happened. We hooked up at the first orgy I went to, and I gave him my email address. He emailed me a few weeks later, said he would be going out of town, and did I want to get together when he got back? I said sure.
That was that.
Then I saw him at the next orgy I went to. I was leaving; it hadn’t been a productive night. Daniel had just broken up with me and I just felt unequal to the occasion. Plus, a girl was coming onto me and I was uncomfortable, despite my much-vaunted New York blasé-ness. So while everyone was watching The Bi Apple in states of undress (I’d noticed I was one of the few women at the party sans nipple rings), I’d made my goodbyes and was putting on my shoes in the hall when Jed walked in.
“Hey!” He had exclaimed, “You’re not leaving, are you?”
And then we had almost the exact same conversation that we were having now: e.g. “Was I supposed to call you or were you going to call me?”, only that time I didn’t tell Jed he’d dropped the ball. I’d been a little more cool. Anyway, again we agreed to get together. Eventually Jed had emailed me, and we made tentative plans, to be confirmed the day of. The day after we were supposed to get together, he emailed me. I was torn between Making a Point by not seeing him, and grabbing my chance when I got it. But in the end I met Jim the night before, and was so freaked out by that experience that I hadn’t felt up to getting it on with Jed. So I said I was busy, and could we reschedule. I hadn’t heard back from him.
So I was prepared to blow him off. Jed is 23 and as an older woman, I feel he is young enough to be weaned off of bad habits like neglecting to make plans and expecting women to say yes at the last minute. I felt it was right and proper for him to work for me a bit, especially as he’d shown such a humbling lack of tenacity. I mean, I’m used to guys losing interest in me after we have sex, but a guy who can’t summon the energy to pursue me – well, that’s not very flattering, is it?
On the other hand, maybe I was reading too much into it. Jefferson said he was just flaky. Which I suppose might be a side effect of being 23. I mean, I didn’t think Jed didn’t like me, just that he felt he didn’t have to make an effort. Which was partially true: he didn’t have to make a big effort, as I think I’d indicated to him: I was ready and willing to fuck him. I just didn’t want to chase him to make a date to do it. I thought it would be polite to show a bit more enthusiasm, you know?
“Oh,” Jed looked sheepish. “Sorry.”
He opened a bottle of wine and poured me some. I felt my mood lift with the attention (very shallow), and soon I had defrosted enough to accompany Jed down the hall into the back bedroom.
The far side of the room was crammed with people all on the futon. Jed and I slid onto the narrow single bed near the door. We kissed.
This is how I like my clothes to come off: by a guy removing them. Soon I was down to my skivvies and Jed was naked. We made out and then I slid my mouth around his dick. He moaned. Gazing at him, I slipped his dick between my breasts and rubbed it back and forth.
“Oh…” said Jed.
It felt great but I was, again, really distracted by the commotion all around us. “Listen,” I said at last, “I’m a really aural person.” And then, because this was a total non-sequitor, I explained: “I hear everything, and I’m really distracted by what’s going on—” I twitched my head to indicate the other side of the room. “I can’t have sex with you here.”
It’s perfectly true --- I have an aural memory. I remember names and dates but am not so good with faces. I don’t like to listen to music during sex because I find it distracting. Maybe because I hear better than I see? I dunno. Anyway, there was no way I was going to be able to relax enough with everything going on. Which was funny, because in a sense we were perfectly private: everyone else was caught up in something (or someone) else and no one was paying us any mind.
“I get it,” Jed nodded and we slid together on the sheets, laying alongside one another and kissing. Maybe I shouldn’t have sex at orgies? I wondered. Jed slid his arms over my head and pinned my hands to the mattress, smiling at me.
“You know I’m submissive, right?” I choked. I was really turned on.
“All this and you’re submissive?” said Jed. “Wow,” he breathed. “You are so fucking hot. I can’t believe we haven’t gotten together yet.”
I gave him a steely smile: “You dropped the ball,” I repeated. Now get your act together so we can have sex, is what I was thinking.
Then, inspired, I asked: “Do you want to come on my tits?” Jed agreed and so I lay crouched beneath him while he rocked his hips towards me and I stroked him until he came.
**
Now that I’d hooked up, I felt much more relaxed. After a while Jed disappeared and I started talking to the others. Mmmark put an arm around me, to my delight. Jacob kissed me. I started to put my clothes back on but could not find my bra anywhere. Giving up, I wandered, mostly dressed, into the living room.
Jed was smoking a cigarette at the door to the terrace, standing next to Wendy. I joined them. Wendy put an arm around me, and I rested an arm around her waist. She is really big, Wendy, with a big square shelf of hips. Her skin was really soft. I don’t know if I’d ever touched a woman’s bare skin like that before. I mean, for more than a quick hug.
Jake was talking to Calico on the sofa, and people were wandering in and out. I can’t quite explain – or recall – how this happened, but then Wendy and I were on the floor, taking turns to suck Jed off.
I wish I could tell this part better, to remember how it started, because it was pretty hot. We were all in full view of a couple of people, and there Wendy and I were, on our knees, trading a nice dick between us. It seemed like a perfectly reasonable thing to do, too – I wasn’t at all embarrassed. I guess there’s safety in numbers, because I don’t think I would have done this if Wendy hadn’t started it. Well, I know I wouldn’t. Jed looked completely poleaxed, as I think you ought when two nice girls are blowing you at a party.
Then Jake (not my friend Jake, The Other Jake – not to be confused with Jacob, either for that matter) joined us. I knew very little about The Other Jake. He’s a big, muscular guy with a pleasant, easy going face. He’s not really my type – I like scrawnier, more tormented-looking specimens, but he was good looking, certainly. And I moved over to work on him. He had a very nice sized dick, too.
Then Mmmark came over, and I had to go down on him too, and Wendy did as well. And then – and this is the very best part – Mmmark and I both went down on The Other Jake (or was it Jed? I was thinking about dick, not about the person it belonged to). Seeing Mmmark’s cool, laid back face happily straining around an erection was so immensely hot. I had never seen a real live man give another guy a blow job before, and because it was Mmmark who was doing it I was especially turned on. I guess because he is so handsome and laid back? There is nothing aggressively sexual about him. He is just platonically, dreamily hot.
And then I think The Other Jake asked me if I wanted to go into one of the bedrooms.
I mean, I assume he did, because we ended up on Jefferson’s Queen size bed, which was surprisingly empty.
We fooled around for a bit, until I noticed that there was someone else in the room. “Cover me up,” I whispered to The Other Jake. He obliged, and his weight, the bulk of him, felt fantastic on my skin. I relaxed, and eventually our mystery observer disappeared.
I went down on The Other Jake, and then he went down on me, but I had a hard time relaxing, in part because I barely knew this boy, but mostly because I was worried someone else would walk in. Apparently my Orgy Brain, which is what I had termed that unself-conscious state I had achieved in the living room, when blowing some guy in concert with a friend in front of a group of people seemed like a reasonable idea – did not extend to this particular interaction. Eventually we made our way back into the living room. The party was thinning out now. I thought I’d be exhausted but I found that instead I was raring to go. Where was Jed? Oh, he’d left.
But there was Mmmark! We settled next to one another on the couch and before too long I had again made my way to Jefferson’s bedroom with a boy. But I decided that I wasn’t going to have sex with Mmmark at the orgy – I would be too distracted.
We lay on Jefferson’s bed, cuddling and talking. After all the earlier excitement, this just felt nice and comfortable. Not to mention a turn on, because it was Hot!Mmmark. We were whispering when I noticed something strange:
“Is someone smoking in here?”
“Uh, yeah,” said a voice from one of the armchairs. I hadn’t even known we were being observed. I think it was the same drunk guy who’d asked me if I’d wanted to repair to the bathroom! The guy who’d walked in on me and The Other Jake (he must have been tired of seeing me by now).
“There’s no smoking in here,” said Mmmark politely from the bed.
“I want him to leave,” I whispered.
I felt really mean for saying that, like some bitchy teenager. But Mmmark and I had been getting intimate as opposed to just sexual, and I felt exposed and resentful of this intrusion. So Mmmark very politely and firmly asked the guy to leave, but I thought that might be the end of me and Mmmark for the evening, especially as we were soon joined by Avah, Jefferson, Wendy, Cody and some others. All of whom tumbled onto the bed.
Wendy piped up. “Hey Lily, have you seen Dan?” Wendy is Daniel’s roommate.
“I’m seeing him tomorrow night,” I said, staring at the ceiling. “I’m kind of mad at him.” It’s weird: ever since our break up, I’d been fighting this deep, abiding irritation with Daniel. My thoughts were along these lines: how dare we dump me?! Does he think I’m not good enough for him?! Et cetera. Every time I thought about him my brain would end up snarling. No matter how right he had been to end things, my pride had suffered a heavy blow. Whenever we talked or emailed or got together it was fine. It was just when I thought about him that I wanted to do him some serious damage. These feelings shamed me.
I scowled: “He dumped me for a bisexual virgin. I can’t compete with that.” Indeed. Daniel’s new girlfriend had the whole Madonna-whore thing covered, what with her sexual identity and fetching lack of experience.
“Think how upset he would be if we hooked up,” Wendy suggested. Moving closer to me.
She had a point. But as I am neither bisexual nor totally shameless in pursuit of revenge, I just sighed: “I don’t think so.”
Wendy rested her head on my stomach. “Just checking.”
I lay sandwiched between Mmmark and someone else I couldn’t see. Cody was brooding about The Other Jake. On whom she had a big crush.
“I saw you go into the bedroom with him,” she said to me, and I immediately felt bad. I remembered what it felt like, to see the guy you like disappear into a room with another girl. Cody is so young, and she just looks so fragile, with her dyed black hair and love of Hanson. Hanson! “I mean, it’s OK,” she added quickly.
I felt kind of protective and sad for her. “Well, if it’s any consolation,” I offered, “He’s not really my type.”
Then I felt a mouth on my belly: Wendy! She was kissing my belly! “Wendy!”
“Sorry, sorry,” she said. “I just had to try. You know I had to try, right Lily?”
**
Were Mmmark and I going to have sex? It was so late; my brain couldn’t come up with a good reason not to fuck him. So we went into the back bedroom.
I stumbled in the dark, looking for my still-missing bra: no dice. My search uncovered some unexpected things… what was that on the bedside table? Ah. A dildo. Hastily I moved away.
Mmmark and I made our way over to the futon so lately occupied by the noisy crowd. It wasn’t too damp, thank God, that would have been a little distracting. Not to mention kind of gross and unsanitary…
Mmmark slid on top of me and we smiled at one another. Oh, he is so lovely, his skin and bones and muscles and … my skin hummed as we kissed, and I revised my policy: no sex for the first time at an orgy.
Mmmark went down on me for a bit and I thrashed around on the bed wondering if this bed belonged to Lillie and Collie or Jason and Collie, and if Jefferson minded that his kids’ beds were used for such non-kid friendly purposes… presumably not.
With a sigh Mmmark entered me and I relaxed into him as he thrust away. I wanted it to last a while, but I he was so sweaty and fast, I knew this would be quick.
As it was. After he came we lay there for a moment before pulling our clothes back on (I still hadn’t found my bra) and ambling back to the living room. It was nearly 4:00 am and I’d had a very busy evening. I sat curled up on an armchair in a post sex daze while Mmmark kissed every one of us politely on the mouth, then slipped out the door.
Jefferson had long since gone to bed, I assumed. It was just Jake (my friend Jake, not The Other Jake), and me, and a few more stragglers. It felt like the tail end of any other party. I started making noises that we should go – I had to be at work in about four hours.
Finally Jake and I said our goodbyes and, running on adrenaline, got back to his apartment without incident. I washed my face, took off all my clothes, and climbed between Jake’s sheets. I drifted off to the sound of Jake tapping away at his laptop.
**
I woke up on time and felt raw with the lack of sleep, but lively for all that. I showered, dressed and applied makeup in a desperate effort to make myself look a bit less ravaged.
As I picked up my bag and slung on my coat Jake shifted on the mattress and smiled at me from the bed. “Happy birthday,” he said.
That’s right: I was 34 today. “Thank you,” I said. “I almost forgot.”
“You look great.” He looked adorable – a snug t and loose trousers, sort of dressy but not overdressed. “They’re going to love you.”
We left Jake’s apartment and stopped at the supermarket. “Should I bring a gift? Maybe some smoked almonds?”
“I don’t think that’s really necessary,” I said.
**
As we got closer to the building we saw a girl just ahead of us, with crayon-colored hair and flip flops on her feet. “I bet she’s going to be there,” whispered Jake in a meant-to-be-overheard voice. “She looks freaky.”
“Shut up! She’ll hear you.”
“Yeah, look at those flip flops, she’s definitely going.”
“Seriously Jake, shut up.”
**
We got on the elevator with the crayon-haired girl. When she got off, so did we. We followed her down the hall at a safe distance. When she made a right I turned to Jake and hissed: “She’s totally going!” And we sniggered.
At Jefferson’s door Jake took a deep breath. “Listen,” I said again, “It’ll be fine. Everyone is going to sitting around talking and drinking. No one will be naked (it was still early). It won’t be awkward.” He nodded.
I opened the door. First thing I saw was two naked women draped over a clot of men on the sofa. The air was smoky and there was a considerable din. A topless girl burst out of the kitchen and gave me a hug. “Lily!” It was Wendy.
Jake and I looked at each other. I shrugged: I guess I was wrong, was what I meant.
This was the third orgy I’d been to and I’d gotten Jake to join me. Jake had heard of Jefferson but not met him, but I’d put them in touch and now here we were.
“Is Jefferson here?” Jake asked
I couldn’t see him anywhere. “I guess he’s in the back room.”
“Well, then I’m keeping my salted almonds.”
The party was the liveliest I’d ever seen – there must have been more than twenty people in the apartment, some in various state of undress, some drinking and some… ooooohhhh Hot!Mmmark.
“Hi!” Could I give him the cheek kiss or the on-the-mouth (closed) kiss? I was so pleased to see him. Just the fact that he was at the party made me feel like it was going to be a great night.
Eventually Jefferson appeared, following a really glamorous woman who stumbled into the hall, buttoning up her white men's shirt. I waved to Jefferson. I talked to Cody. I congratulated Emma on her engagement to Adam. I congratulated Adam. I met Jacob, whom Jefferson had been talking up to me for some time. I noticed Hot!Mmmark canoodling with Carlotta on the couch. I avoided a man who seemed much too drunk so early in the evening.
It was hot, and people’s clothes were coming off. I didn’t feel this was a good enough excuse to take off my clothes. After all, we were in the living room.
Jake was talking to an exceptionally beautiful girl (Calico -- seriously, plus she had a perfect body, looking at her made me feel frumpy and fat) I’d met briefly at last month’s party. Jed came, but if he saw me he didn’t react. I didn’t approach him. By now most everyone had disappeared into the bedrooms. I didn’t want to be a third wheel, and I felt strange. I went down the hall, into Jefferson’s room.
Jefferson’s room was dark; it was all just a bunch of shapes: Jefferson in the armchair and Wendy (I heard rather than saw this, Wendy talks, like, nonstop) on her knees at his feet. And Ruby, the crayon-haired girl who was a friend of Wendy’s was flat on her back. I saw Jed arch over her, his lanky body like a graceful crane. And there was Calico, perched on the bed next to Ruby… Ruby squealed happily.
I just watched, and for a moment I felt unbearably strange and awkward: I had no one to play with. Everyone was otherwise engaged.
“Do you want to come into the bathroom with me?”
I turned. The very drunk guy was whispering to me.
“No.” I shook my head.
“Do you want to—”
I turned to look at him, “No thank you,” I said. I edged out of the doorway and back down the hall.
The kitchen was empty and I stood there for a moment, feeling very sorry for myself. No one was coming onto me! (I wasn’t interested in the drunk guy, so I guess he didn’t count).
This is embarrassing, not to mention shallow, but I think a big part of why I come to the orgies is so I can be the center of attention. Not all the time. Or for everyone. But for one or two guys who I really fancy, to know that they’re into me, and I can make them gasp or smile or say something like, oh, I don’t know, “You have perfect tits,” – well, that is such a huge turn on for me. But this time I wasn’t the center of attention – I wasn’t the new girl (that was Ruby, who was making the most of it in the other room) – and Mmmark and Jed, both of whom I’m really attracted to, were enjoying other people’s company. Which is the point of an orgy, no doubt. Could I enjoy myself now that my little moment in the sun had passed? I had to get back into the right frame of mind.
“Oh, hey!”
I looked up from my contemplation of the toaster: it was Jed. Wow. His blond hair was curly with humidity, and he just looked like this total hipster: tight jeans, cowboy boots, keys clamped to his waist. I smiled: “Hi.”
“I didn’t know you were here! Did you just get here?”
“No, I’ve been here a while.”
“Oh, I didn’t see you.” I shrugged, I was still feeling sort of withdrawn. “I’m glad I ran into you,” Jed continued, “I don’t know if I was supposed to call you or—”
“You dropped the ball,” I interrupted him. I smiled, to show it wasn’t a big deal, but really it was a big enough deal for me to say that.
Here’s what had happened. We hooked up at the first orgy I went to, and I gave him my email address. He emailed me a few weeks later, said he would be going out of town, and did I want to get together when he got back? I said sure.
That was that.
Then I saw him at the next orgy I went to. I was leaving; it hadn’t been a productive night. Daniel had just broken up with me and I just felt unequal to the occasion. Plus, a girl was coming onto me and I was uncomfortable, despite my much-vaunted New York blasé-ness. So while everyone was watching The Bi Apple in states of undress (I’d noticed I was one of the few women at the party sans nipple rings), I’d made my goodbyes and was putting on my shoes in the hall when Jed walked in.
“Hey!” He had exclaimed, “You’re not leaving, are you?”
And then we had almost the exact same conversation that we were having now: e.g. “Was I supposed to call you or were you going to call me?”, only that time I didn’t tell Jed he’d dropped the ball. I’d been a little more cool. Anyway, again we agreed to get together. Eventually Jed had emailed me, and we made tentative plans, to be confirmed the day of. The day after we were supposed to get together, he emailed me. I was torn between Making a Point by not seeing him, and grabbing my chance when I got it. But in the end I met Jim the night before, and was so freaked out by that experience that I hadn’t felt up to getting it on with Jed. So I said I was busy, and could we reschedule. I hadn’t heard back from him.
So I was prepared to blow him off. Jed is 23 and as an older woman, I feel he is young enough to be weaned off of bad habits like neglecting to make plans and expecting women to say yes at the last minute. I felt it was right and proper for him to work for me a bit, especially as he’d shown such a humbling lack of tenacity. I mean, I’m used to guys losing interest in me after we have sex, but a guy who can’t summon the energy to pursue me – well, that’s not very flattering, is it?
On the other hand, maybe I was reading too much into it. Jefferson said he was just flaky. Which I suppose might be a side effect of being 23. I mean, I didn’t think Jed didn’t like me, just that he felt he didn’t have to make an effort. Which was partially true: he didn’t have to make a big effort, as I think I’d indicated to him: I was ready and willing to fuck him. I just didn’t want to chase him to make a date to do it. I thought it would be polite to show a bit more enthusiasm, you know?
“Oh,” Jed looked sheepish. “Sorry.”
He opened a bottle of wine and poured me some. I felt my mood lift with the attention (very shallow), and soon I had defrosted enough to accompany Jed down the hall into the back bedroom.
The far side of the room was crammed with people all on the futon. Jed and I slid onto the narrow single bed near the door. We kissed.
This is how I like my clothes to come off: by a guy removing them. Soon I was down to my skivvies and Jed was naked. We made out and then I slid my mouth around his dick. He moaned. Gazing at him, I slipped his dick between my breasts and rubbed it back and forth.
“Oh…” said Jed.
It felt great but I was, again, really distracted by the commotion all around us. “Listen,” I said at last, “I’m a really aural person.” And then, because this was a total non-sequitor, I explained: “I hear everything, and I’m really distracted by what’s going on—” I twitched my head to indicate the other side of the room. “I can’t have sex with you here.”
It’s perfectly true --- I have an aural memory. I remember names and dates but am not so good with faces. I don’t like to listen to music during sex because I find it distracting. Maybe because I hear better than I see? I dunno. Anyway, there was no way I was going to be able to relax enough with everything going on. Which was funny, because in a sense we were perfectly private: everyone else was caught up in something (or someone) else and no one was paying us any mind.
“I get it,” Jed nodded and we slid together on the sheets, laying alongside one another and kissing. Maybe I shouldn’t have sex at orgies? I wondered. Jed slid his arms over my head and pinned my hands to the mattress, smiling at me.
“You know I’m submissive, right?” I choked. I was really turned on.
“All this and you’re submissive?” said Jed. “Wow,” he breathed. “You are so fucking hot. I can’t believe we haven’t gotten together yet.”
I gave him a steely smile: “You dropped the ball,” I repeated. Now get your act together so we can have sex, is what I was thinking.
Then, inspired, I asked: “Do you want to come on my tits?” Jed agreed and so I lay crouched beneath him while he rocked his hips towards me and I stroked him until he came.
**
Now that I’d hooked up, I felt much more relaxed. After a while Jed disappeared and I started talking to the others. Mmmark put an arm around me, to my delight. Jacob kissed me. I started to put my clothes back on but could not find my bra anywhere. Giving up, I wandered, mostly dressed, into the living room.
Jed was smoking a cigarette at the door to the terrace, standing next to Wendy. I joined them. Wendy put an arm around me, and I rested an arm around her waist. She is really big, Wendy, with a big square shelf of hips. Her skin was really soft. I don’t know if I’d ever touched a woman’s bare skin like that before. I mean, for more than a quick hug.
Jake was talking to Calico on the sofa, and people were wandering in and out. I can’t quite explain – or recall – how this happened, but then Wendy and I were on the floor, taking turns to suck Jed off.
I wish I could tell this part better, to remember how it started, because it was pretty hot. We were all in full view of a couple of people, and there Wendy and I were, on our knees, trading a nice dick between us. It seemed like a perfectly reasonable thing to do, too – I wasn’t at all embarrassed. I guess there’s safety in numbers, because I don’t think I would have done this if Wendy hadn’t started it. Well, I know I wouldn’t. Jed looked completely poleaxed, as I think you ought when two nice girls are blowing you at a party.
Then Jake (not my friend Jake, The Other Jake – not to be confused with Jacob, either for that matter) joined us. I knew very little about The Other Jake. He’s a big, muscular guy with a pleasant, easy going face. He’s not really my type – I like scrawnier, more tormented-looking specimens, but he was good looking, certainly. And I moved over to work on him. He had a very nice sized dick, too.
Then Mmmark came over, and I had to go down on him too, and Wendy did as well. And then – and this is the very best part – Mmmark and I both went down on The Other Jake (or was it Jed? I was thinking about dick, not about the person it belonged to). Seeing Mmmark’s cool, laid back face happily straining around an erection was so immensely hot. I had never seen a real live man give another guy a blow job before, and because it was Mmmark who was doing it I was especially turned on. I guess because he is so handsome and laid back? There is nothing aggressively sexual about him. He is just platonically, dreamily hot.
And then I think The Other Jake asked me if I wanted to go into one of the bedrooms.
I mean, I assume he did, because we ended up on Jefferson’s Queen size bed, which was surprisingly empty.
We fooled around for a bit, until I noticed that there was someone else in the room. “Cover me up,” I whispered to The Other Jake. He obliged, and his weight, the bulk of him, felt fantastic on my skin. I relaxed, and eventually our mystery observer disappeared.
I went down on The Other Jake, and then he went down on me, but I had a hard time relaxing, in part because I barely knew this boy, but mostly because I was worried someone else would walk in. Apparently my Orgy Brain, which is what I had termed that unself-conscious state I had achieved in the living room, when blowing some guy in concert with a friend in front of a group of people seemed like a reasonable idea – did not extend to this particular interaction. Eventually we made our way back into the living room. The party was thinning out now. I thought I’d be exhausted but I found that instead I was raring to go. Where was Jed? Oh, he’d left.
But there was Mmmark! We settled next to one another on the couch and before too long I had again made my way to Jefferson’s bedroom with a boy. But I decided that I wasn’t going to have sex with Mmmark at the orgy – I would be too distracted.
We lay on Jefferson’s bed, cuddling and talking. After all the earlier excitement, this just felt nice and comfortable. Not to mention a turn on, because it was Hot!Mmmark. We were whispering when I noticed something strange:
“Is someone smoking in here?”
“Uh, yeah,” said a voice from one of the armchairs. I hadn’t even known we were being observed. I think it was the same drunk guy who’d asked me if I’d wanted to repair to the bathroom! The guy who’d walked in on me and The Other Jake (he must have been tired of seeing me by now).
“There’s no smoking in here,” said Mmmark politely from the bed.
“I want him to leave,” I whispered.
I felt really mean for saying that, like some bitchy teenager. But Mmmark and I had been getting intimate as opposed to just sexual, and I felt exposed and resentful of this intrusion. So Mmmark very politely and firmly asked the guy to leave, but I thought that might be the end of me and Mmmark for the evening, especially as we were soon joined by Avah, Jefferson, Wendy, Cody and some others. All of whom tumbled onto the bed.
Wendy piped up. “Hey Lily, have you seen Dan?” Wendy is Daniel’s roommate.
“I’m seeing him tomorrow night,” I said, staring at the ceiling. “I’m kind of mad at him.” It’s weird: ever since our break up, I’d been fighting this deep, abiding irritation with Daniel. My thoughts were along these lines: how dare we dump me?! Does he think I’m not good enough for him?! Et cetera. Every time I thought about him my brain would end up snarling. No matter how right he had been to end things, my pride had suffered a heavy blow. Whenever we talked or emailed or got together it was fine. It was just when I thought about him that I wanted to do him some serious damage. These feelings shamed me.
I scowled: “He dumped me for a bisexual virgin. I can’t compete with that.” Indeed. Daniel’s new girlfriend had the whole Madonna-whore thing covered, what with her sexual identity and fetching lack of experience.
“Think how upset he would be if we hooked up,” Wendy suggested. Moving closer to me.
She had a point. But as I am neither bisexual nor totally shameless in pursuit of revenge, I just sighed: “I don’t think so.”
Wendy rested her head on my stomach. “Just checking.”
I lay sandwiched between Mmmark and someone else I couldn’t see. Cody was brooding about The Other Jake. On whom she had a big crush.
“I saw you go into the bedroom with him,” she said to me, and I immediately felt bad. I remembered what it felt like, to see the guy you like disappear into a room with another girl. Cody is so young, and she just looks so fragile, with her dyed black hair and love of Hanson. Hanson! “I mean, it’s OK,” she added quickly.
I felt kind of protective and sad for her. “Well, if it’s any consolation,” I offered, “He’s not really my type.”
Then I felt a mouth on my belly: Wendy! She was kissing my belly! “Wendy!”
“Sorry, sorry,” she said. “I just had to try. You know I had to try, right Lily?”
**
Were Mmmark and I going to have sex? It was so late; my brain couldn’t come up with a good reason not to fuck him. So we went into the back bedroom.
I stumbled in the dark, looking for my still-missing bra: no dice. My search uncovered some unexpected things… what was that on the bedside table? Ah. A dildo. Hastily I moved away.
Mmmark and I made our way over to the futon so lately occupied by the noisy crowd. It wasn’t too damp, thank God, that would have been a little distracting. Not to mention kind of gross and unsanitary…
Mmmark slid on top of me and we smiled at one another. Oh, he is so lovely, his skin and bones and muscles and … my skin hummed as we kissed, and I revised my policy: no sex for the first time at an orgy.
Mmmark went down on me for a bit and I thrashed around on the bed wondering if this bed belonged to Lillie and Collie or Jason and Collie, and if Jefferson minded that his kids’ beds were used for such non-kid friendly purposes… presumably not.
With a sigh Mmmark entered me and I relaxed into him as he thrust away. I wanted it to last a while, but I he was so sweaty and fast, I knew this would be quick.
As it was. After he came we lay there for a moment before pulling our clothes back on (I still hadn’t found my bra) and ambling back to the living room. It was nearly 4:00 am and I’d had a very busy evening. I sat curled up on an armchair in a post sex daze while Mmmark kissed every one of us politely on the mouth, then slipped out the door.
Jefferson had long since gone to bed, I assumed. It was just Jake (my friend Jake, not The Other Jake), and me, and a few more stragglers. It felt like the tail end of any other party. I started making noises that we should go – I had to be at work in about four hours.
Finally Jake and I said our goodbyes and, running on adrenaline, got back to his apartment without incident. I washed my face, took off all my clothes, and climbed between Jake’s sheets. I drifted off to the sound of Jake tapping away at his laptop.
**
I woke up on time and felt raw with the lack of sleep, but lively for all that. I showered, dressed and applied makeup in a desperate effort to make myself look a bit less ravaged.
As I picked up my bag and slung on my coat Jake shifted on the mattress and smiled at me from the bed. “Happy birthday,” he said.
That’s right: I was 34 today. “Thank you,” I said. “I almost forgot.”
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
Orgies for Dummies!
What do you wear to an orgy? When I inquired, Jefferson had gone right for the punch line I’d fed him: “Wear something that will look good on my floor.” Hmm.
I assumed that clothes are superfluous at these affairs, but I wasn’t planning on getting naked. At least not very. As I had told Jefferson, and myself, I was going as an observer only. Or, less politely, and more lasciviously, a voyeur.
It just seemed like the logical next step in my brave new world of Living Somewhat Dangerously. I had to go.
Accordingly, I turned up at Jefferson’s one Tuesday night, fashionably late at 8:30.
Outside his door, I could hear voices. Talking, not grunting. “Hi!” Jefferson greeted me. I sloped inside, feeling awkward in my maternal quilted coat and galoshes. I caught a glimpse of his guests: they were all women!
What kind of orgy was this? I had been worried that I’d be the only woman, but instead it was a veritable girl-fest! There were three girls in the living room, all younger than me, and cute. Jefferson introduced me to Avah, and an elegant brunette, and did not introduce me to a remarkably pretty girl whose name, I later learned, was Cody. She had long, straight black hair -- dyed, I thought-- and had a kind of fragile, Suicide Girl quality. I’d kind of like to look like that.
Right, alcohol! I helped myself to a Smirnoff Ice (a girly drink, certainly) from the fridge, and comforted myself by staring at photo’s of Jefferson’s kids, whose faces I had seen grinning at me on several other occasions. He had some new ones of Lillie; that girl is going to be a heartbreaker. Fortified, I sidled back into the living room, but the chairs were all taken, so I seated myself in the dining alcove, feeling wallflower-like.
In the meantime a couple had arrived, or possibly appeared from one of the bedrooms. She, Emma, wore a leather collar around her neck, and he was a plump, red haired specimen who introduced himself as Adam. I don’t want to hook up with him! I thought fearfully. Adam moved towards me and began a conversation with another guy (I don’t want to hook up with him, either! I thought). They were both polite and friendly, though, and we all chatted for a moment.
All the women were cute and none of the men interested me. And everyone was dressed. This was not looking very promising. Jefferson ambled over and pointed to a large, overalled woman sitting on the edge of the couch. “That’s Lolita,” he said.
“Really?” Of course it was; I should have recognized the short red curls. I had seen Lolita’s blog, and her photo. In her photo, she is grinning, but here, her face was polite, and closed.
When I went to the kitchen for a second drink, more people arrived. I was relieved to see a tall, skinny fellow arrive in the company of a pretty girl with a pageboy. Now he was my type.
People were getting a little closer, chatting and laughing in groups. I moved towards a group of girls on the sofa, and positioned myself near them.
Oooh, that tall guy was cute! Usually at parties I spy out the guy I’m most attracted to, and spend the rest of the night plotting to get close enough to him to strike up a conversation and then being disappointed because he’s either really dull or unfriendly or just interested in someone much hotter than me. But here, at an orgy, the economics of popularity and desire don’t have to come into play: you can do everyone. In fact, it might be impolite not to. “Sorry, I’m not interested,” seems pretty hurtful if quantity is the goal, as I expect it should be at an orgy. At an orgy, being picky and having tastes (like, say, for tall, skinny guys) seems like prejudice rather than personal preference.
I went over to talk to Lolita: I am always much more comfortable around women than men. Or rather, I’m quite comfortable being flirty around men, but I am very wary of being rejected and feel safer in the company of women, and more like I can tell myself that this is just a regular get together, without sexual overtones. Of course, this probably isn’t the case when most of the other women there are bi, but I’d just ignore that fact for the time being.
“Hi,” I said. “I’m Lily.”
“I’m Lolita.”
“I know, I’ve seen your blog.” We talked for a few minutes, and the conversation around us grew more animated. I watched as Adam slipped a strange nail-like attachment across his fingers and slip these pointed claws across his girlfriend’s neck. “Ah,” Emma shivered.
“They’re camel bone,” I heard Adam explain to the Tall Cute One and his girlfriend. He demonstrated the claws on the Tall Cute One’s girlfriend, who was called Kit. I edged a little closer to this conversation. Adam looked at me. “Want to give me your arm?”
I pushed up the sleeves of my waist-tie sweater and waited as Adam ran the nails down my arm. It doesn’t scratch at all! I thought, a little disappointed. It was the lightest, most whispery touch. Did I want it to scratch? That was an idea.
Jefferson appeared, shirtless. “Mmmark is here!” he crowed. “Mmmark is a catalyst [for the orgy]. Because he’s so hot!” I turned to see the new arrival, the catalyst. Oh, my God, Jefferson was right: Mark was hot. Really cute, in a wholesome Chris O’Donnell way, but with the nice urban polish of a little hair gel and proper clothes. “Or maybe he’s the catalyst because he’s usually late,” Jefferson amended.
We sat on the sofa and he pointed to the Tall Cute One: “Last time, his girlfriend fucked him with a strap on; you should hear it when a straight guy moans like that.”
People began moving into groups and disappearing down the hall. But I wasn’t ready to venture down that road (literally), so I hovered in the living room, talking to the few others who were hanging back. One of the women was called Callie; she had brought sugar cookies, which I thought was a homey touch.
I ended up on the couch with the Tall Cute One, whose name was Jed, his girlfriend Kit, and Adam and Emma. I sat next to Emma, with Adam looming over us in an armchair. I wanted to get a bit closer to Jed.
All of a sudden we heard cries: “Oooh! Oooh! Ahh!” followed by a silence, and then more moaning.
“Avah,” detected Jed. We all giggled. She had sounded very ... involved. After a moment Lolita appeared, looking disheveled. “Who wants to fuck a tied-up girl?” she asked. Her overalls were unbuttoned, revealing a black bra. None of us took her up on the offer, so after a moment Lolita disappeared again.
Jed and Kit discussed how she had fucked him with the strap on; this time, Jed, revealed, he had brought a variety of props to facilitate all sorts of fucking. Emily and Kit and Jed entered into an animated discussion of dildos and strap ons of various makes. I really didn’t understand the mechanics of the toys; I’ve never used one. But I nodded, like it all made perfect sense to me.
And then Emma said something about a kind of virtual reality, about this fantasy of not watching but being nineteen year old girl in a shower, for instance. We all considered the possibilities.
“That’s hot,” I blurted out finally. “I mean, I’m straight and that turns me on.” I shifted a little on the couch.
“Wait,” said Adam, “You were showing a nice length of thigh there.” He reached out. “Can I? I have a consent fetish,” he added.
“No, that’s fine. I’m glad you have a consent fetish.” My body wasn’t being very welcoming to him, I realized. I mean, he was perfectly nice, but I wasn’t interested in getting it on with him. I tried to make my body language a little more welcoming.
“Wait,” echoed Kit after a minute. “You’re straight?”
“Yeah,” I said. “Well, as far as I know. I’ve never hooked up with a woman.”
Both Emma and Kit (and Jed and Adam) looked suitably impressed at the diversity of the populace on the couch: a straight girl!
Emma said, “So what would you do if...” she lightly stroked my arm.
“I don’t know,” I admitted. “I mean, I don’t want to offend anyone, so I’d probably go along with it.” I was kidding. I think.
“So we could just do anything and you wouldn’t protest?” Adam asked.
“Well... no... I mean...”
“So we could tie you up and you wouldn’t protest?” Kit asked. She had a calculating look in her eye.
“Or else I would run,” I amended, truthfully.
“You could always say, ‘No thanks, I’m just not comfortable,’” Emma pointed out.
“I don’t know,” I said. “I mean, I wouldn’t want to offend anyone.” Like I said, I think I was kidding. But I didn’t know.
Then Adam and Emma chimed in, saying how great it was that you could always say you weren’t comfortable, and nobody would think any the less of you, and, in fact, it made everyone closer. “Because you’re laughing at the moron who doesn’t feel comfortable,” I pointed out.
Then Jed appeared next to me. “I want to sit next to you,” he said. This was such a relief, to be next to someone I actively wanted to touch. I mean, Adam and Emily were very nice, and Kit was gorgeous, but it was Jed I was attracted to. He put an arm around me. Very slowly I ran my fingers down the length of his torso.
“You have a really light touch,” he said.
“Do you want it harder?” I always like to please.
“No, I like it.” I leaned in a bit, to catch his scent. I put my mouth against the soft skin of his upper arm. “Ah,” he said, “You got my sweet spot.” He slid his fingers along my arm.
“Me, too,” I said. Having my upper arms touched makes me feel what Nicole Kidman in the film Flirting calls “shivery delicious,” which about sums it up perfectly.
We started to kiss. I very, very rarely go to a party and manage to hook up with the guy I have my eye on. Score! I wrapped my mouth around his.
We broke apart. The layout of bodies had shifted and now Kit, not Emily, was sitting next to me. “I asked her here,” said Jed. “Is that OK?”
“Well, she’s your girlfriend,” I said. “So, I would think so!”
“Oh, we’re not dating anymore,” Kit offered.
“We just have sex sometimes,” Jed added, and leaned forward to kiss her.
She giggled: “Sometimes, we’re closer than others.”
“Should we go into one of the bedrooms?” someone asked.
“I think so,” piped up a man whose name I hadn’t gotten. He’d been sitting on the coffee table, watching us.
So we all trooped down the hall. Jefferson’s room was a mash of people. The room was dark and everyone was mostly or totally naked. The word writhing came to mind. I had never seen anything like this in real life.
I had to pee. While I was waiting for the bathroom a girl from the bedroom looked at me, just standing there, and laughed to see me loitering in the hall. “I’m just waiting for the bathroom,” I explained, anxious not to seem as awkward as I felt.
When I got to the bedroom everyone was standing very close together, as in a football huddle. A woman on the bed was moaning. The room was dark but for a few candles and I couldn’t see very much. I joined the huddle near the bed. Everyone was in various stages of undress, except me, so I took off my shirt. Jed was standing opposite me, and without further ado, we started to kiss. I tugged off my tights, and then my skirt. He pushed me back towards the bed, which had just been partially vacated by the moaning girl and her partner.
“Ah!” I cried. The bed felt ... damp.
I turned around to look. There was the wet spot the size of a basketball on the dark red sheets. “Oh, my God!” I said. Gah!
“Hold on,” said Jed. He slid a pillow across the damp patch and slung me onto my back; much better. He leaned over me and I wrapped my legs around him.
Meanwhile a hand slunk around to my crotch; I turned to see Adam’s face behind me. He rubbed at my groin. Could I ignore him politely?
“Do you want to go down on me?” Jed asked after a few minutes of enthusiastic kissing.
“That means you want me to go down on you,” I said, grinning. “OK.” And I bent down and positioned my mouth around this stranger’s dick, and gave him a nice, long lick.
It felt not at all weird to be sucking a stranger’s cock in a room full of naked bodies. It was just sort of fun. “Ahhh!” said Jed. “God! That’s good.”
I beamed at him. “Well, I’m glad you appreciate it.” Then I went back to work, and concentrated on taking in as much of him as I could. I gagged a bit.
Jed seemed really excited and pleased, which thrilled me. He stood up on the floor and I slid off the bed and I got on my knees in front of him. I was really enjoying myself now. “Can I fuck you?” he asked after a few minutes.
“Well, yeah,” I said. “But...” I paused. “Do you think we could do this in private? I don’t think I can bring myself to fuck in front of an audience just yet.”
“Yeah, sure!” Jed raced out of the room; I followed. The other bedroom was likewise occupied; I could see a couple crunched together on a twin bed; she was moaning.
Jefferson appeared. “Hi!” He beamed at us.
“She wants someplace private,” Jed explained. He picked me up and wrapped my legs around his waist. “You’re really hot,” he said.
I mean, it doesn’t take a lot to get me into bed. Just tell me I’m hot. That ought to do it.
Jefferson nuzzled up close to me. “That bed’s free,” he offered-- the faceless couple had disappeared.
“Ah,” I said. There were other people in the second bedroom.
“Can I take a rain check?” asked Jed. “Were not going to find a place.”
“Sure,” I said. Had I engineered this to maximize the possibility of seeing him again? Or was I really nonplussed at the thought of fucking in front of a group? Granted, I would hardly be the only person in that situation, but come on! It was my first orgy. I could take my time, couldn’t I?
We went back into the bedroom, and soon Jed was swallowed up by the group of bodies. I sipped my whiskey. Hot!Mark joined me. “Hi!” I said. Or maybe there was a little more discussion, but then, soon enough, we were making out. Wow.
“Hi Lily!” Jefferson shouted, interrupting the murmur of bodies. “Having fun?” He rubbed up close to me. “Shuddup,” I muttered, giggling. I shoved him back onto the bed. He pushed me back up. Again, I was hoisted up and my legs were once again wrapped around a torso (Hot!Mark’s) while Jefferson held me up from behind.
I kissed Hot!Mark, then Jefferson, then watched as Jefferson and Hot!Mark made out. That was actually very!Hot.
“I’d really like to go down on you,” Hot!Mark said when Jefferson had been dragged off again. I was still wearing my underwear. Thank God I shaved my legs. I almost hadn’t even bothered, so sure I was not going to pull.
“I just went on the pill again, and I’m having spotting,” I explained. The fact was, I’d been wearing a panty liner all day, which is just remarkably unsexy. I’d taken it out when I’d gone to the bathroom, but if I took off my underwear it might show evidence of bleeding. Urgh. And I didn’t want Hot!Mark to slip his tongue into me and grimace at the taste.
“OK,” he said, sounding disappointed. I looked down. Fuck it: I slid onto my knees and took his dick in my mouth. Just for a bit. I was surprising myself this evening, that was for sure.
Behind us, the bed was crowded with bodies. One woman (I wasn’t sure who) was on her knees, bring fucked from behind from a man who pumped her and slapped her ass. She groaned in time to his hand. She was surrounded by people. As she was being fucked Adam intoned: “Now, now,” as though urging her to come. And there was Jefferson, slipping his dick into her mouth. A plump girl in a bustier and thigh highs was stroking a breast. Jefferson leaned over and took her face in his hands, kissing her. I swallowed.
“Want to go into the other room?” asked Hot!Mark.
Actually I wanted to ogle a little more, but, nodding, I followed him into the living room. Which was occupied by a couple fucking on the couch. I covered my lips with my fingers and tiptoed into the kitchen, where no one was having sex at all.
“Wow,” I said. I sipped more of my whiskey and blinked at Hot!Mark. “I’ve never actually given two blow jobs in the space of twenty minutes before.”
HotMark! smiled modestly: “I have,” he said. I giggled. “Your underwear is cute,” he added, stroking the waistband.
I was wearing printed cotton bikinis. “Thanks. So.” I paused. “What do you do?” We talked a bit about our work, before being joined by Jefferson and Cody, who, I gathered, had been the girl on the couch. Naked, she was gorgeous, and she had red scars criss-crossing a patch of pale skin near her waist. I tried not to stare, but I couldn’t keep my eyes off those markings, that proud evidence of being fucked and whipped or caned or whatever. Cody nuzzled Jefferson. Politely, I looked away.
I glanced at my watch. It was already 11:30; I had told Marc I’d be at his place around 11:00. I wasn’t having sex tonight, and I’d managed to hook up with the two guys I found most attractive, without a great deal of effort on my part! Oh, how I loved Jefferson for this.
Hot!Mark helped me search for my clothes, and when I was finally dressed he asked if I would take his number.
“Let me give you my email,” I said, because I loathe talking on the phone. “I won’t call, I’m awful on the phone.”
So I tried to write down my email address with a marker on a paper towel. Jed entered the kitchen. “Let me give you my email address,” I said to him, too. The ink was bleeding on the towel; this was ridiculous. At last Hot!Mark tore off a strip of paper from his card, and I found a scrap of paper for Jed. “Well,” I said, “I enjoyed going down on you both.”
Christ. I just say the dumbest things. It’s like I think, What would be the stupidest thing I could say?, and then, because it strikes me as funny, I go ahead and say it. “OK, that was a dumb thing to say,” I added after a moment. ”I’m going now.”
On that note, I raced out the door. I enjoyed going down on you both! Christ!
I assumed that clothes are superfluous at these affairs, but I wasn’t planning on getting naked. At least not very. As I had told Jefferson, and myself, I was going as an observer only. Or, less politely, and more lasciviously, a voyeur.
It just seemed like the logical next step in my brave new world of Living Somewhat Dangerously. I had to go.
Accordingly, I turned up at Jefferson’s one Tuesday night, fashionably late at 8:30.
Outside his door, I could hear voices. Talking, not grunting. “Hi!” Jefferson greeted me. I sloped inside, feeling awkward in my maternal quilted coat and galoshes. I caught a glimpse of his guests: they were all women!
What kind of orgy was this? I had been worried that I’d be the only woman, but instead it was a veritable girl-fest! There were three girls in the living room, all younger than me, and cute. Jefferson introduced me to Avah, and an elegant brunette, and did not introduce me to a remarkably pretty girl whose name, I later learned, was Cody. She had long, straight black hair -- dyed, I thought-- and had a kind of fragile, Suicide Girl quality. I’d kind of like to look like that.
Right, alcohol! I helped myself to a Smirnoff Ice (a girly drink, certainly) from the fridge, and comforted myself by staring at photo’s of Jefferson’s kids, whose faces I had seen grinning at me on several other occasions. He had some new ones of Lillie; that girl is going to be a heartbreaker. Fortified, I sidled back into the living room, but the chairs were all taken, so I seated myself in the dining alcove, feeling wallflower-like.
In the meantime a couple had arrived, or possibly appeared from one of the bedrooms. She, Emma, wore a leather collar around her neck, and he was a plump, red haired specimen who introduced himself as Adam. I don’t want to hook up with him! I thought fearfully. Adam moved towards me and began a conversation with another guy (I don’t want to hook up with him, either! I thought). They were both polite and friendly, though, and we all chatted for a moment.
All the women were cute and none of the men interested me. And everyone was dressed. This was not looking very promising. Jefferson ambled over and pointed to a large, overalled woman sitting on the edge of the couch. “That’s Lolita,” he said.
“Really?” Of course it was; I should have recognized the short red curls. I had seen Lolita’s blog, and her photo. In her photo, she is grinning, but here, her face was polite, and closed.
When I went to the kitchen for a second drink, more people arrived. I was relieved to see a tall, skinny fellow arrive in the company of a pretty girl with a pageboy. Now he was my type.
People were getting a little closer, chatting and laughing in groups. I moved towards a group of girls on the sofa, and positioned myself near them.
Oooh, that tall guy was cute! Usually at parties I spy out the guy I’m most attracted to, and spend the rest of the night plotting to get close enough to him to strike up a conversation and then being disappointed because he’s either really dull or unfriendly or just interested in someone much hotter than me. But here, at an orgy, the economics of popularity and desire don’t have to come into play: you can do everyone. In fact, it might be impolite not to. “Sorry, I’m not interested,” seems pretty hurtful if quantity is the goal, as I expect it should be at an orgy. At an orgy, being picky and having tastes (like, say, for tall, skinny guys) seems like prejudice rather than personal preference.
I went over to talk to Lolita: I am always much more comfortable around women than men. Or rather, I’m quite comfortable being flirty around men, but I am very wary of being rejected and feel safer in the company of women, and more like I can tell myself that this is just a regular get together, without sexual overtones. Of course, this probably isn’t the case when most of the other women there are bi, but I’d just ignore that fact for the time being.
“Hi,” I said. “I’m Lily.”
“I’m Lolita.”
“I know, I’ve seen your blog.” We talked for a few minutes, and the conversation around us grew more animated. I watched as Adam slipped a strange nail-like attachment across his fingers and slip these pointed claws across his girlfriend’s neck. “Ah,” Emma shivered.
“They’re camel bone,” I heard Adam explain to the Tall Cute One and his girlfriend. He demonstrated the claws on the Tall Cute One’s girlfriend, who was called Kit. I edged a little closer to this conversation. Adam looked at me. “Want to give me your arm?”
I pushed up the sleeves of my waist-tie sweater and waited as Adam ran the nails down my arm. It doesn’t scratch at all! I thought, a little disappointed. It was the lightest, most whispery touch. Did I want it to scratch? That was an idea.
Jefferson appeared, shirtless. “Mmmark is here!” he crowed. “Mmmark is a catalyst [for the orgy]. Because he’s so hot!” I turned to see the new arrival, the catalyst. Oh, my God, Jefferson was right: Mark was hot. Really cute, in a wholesome Chris O’Donnell way, but with the nice urban polish of a little hair gel and proper clothes. “Or maybe he’s the catalyst because he’s usually late,” Jefferson amended.
We sat on the sofa and he pointed to the Tall Cute One: “Last time, his girlfriend fucked him with a strap on; you should hear it when a straight guy moans like that.”
People began moving into groups and disappearing down the hall. But I wasn’t ready to venture down that road (literally), so I hovered in the living room, talking to the few others who were hanging back. One of the women was called Callie; she had brought sugar cookies, which I thought was a homey touch.
I ended up on the couch with the Tall Cute One, whose name was Jed, his girlfriend Kit, and Adam and Emma. I sat next to Emma, with Adam looming over us in an armchair. I wanted to get a bit closer to Jed.
All of a sudden we heard cries: “Oooh! Oooh! Ahh!” followed by a silence, and then more moaning.
“Avah,” detected Jed. We all giggled. She had sounded very ... involved. After a moment Lolita appeared, looking disheveled. “Who wants to fuck a tied-up girl?” she asked. Her overalls were unbuttoned, revealing a black bra. None of us took her up on the offer, so after a moment Lolita disappeared again.
Jed and Kit discussed how she had fucked him with the strap on; this time, Jed, revealed, he had brought a variety of props to facilitate all sorts of fucking. Emily and Kit and Jed entered into an animated discussion of dildos and strap ons of various makes. I really didn’t understand the mechanics of the toys; I’ve never used one. But I nodded, like it all made perfect sense to me.
And then Emma said something about a kind of virtual reality, about this fantasy of not watching but being nineteen year old girl in a shower, for instance. We all considered the possibilities.
“That’s hot,” I blurted out finally. “I mean, I’m straight and that turns me on.” I shifted a little on the couch.
“Wait,” said Adam, “You were showing a nice length of thigh there.” He reached out. “Can I? I have a consent fetish,” he added.
“No, that’s fine. I’m glad you have a consent fetish.” My body wasn’t being very welcoming to him, I realized. I mean, he was perfectly nice, but I wasn’t interested in getting it on with him. I tried to make my body language a little more welcoming.
“Wait,” echoed Kit after a minute. “You’re straight?”
“Yeah,” I said. “Well, as far as I know. I’ve never hooked up with a woman.”
Both Emma and Kit (and Jed and Adam) looked suitably impressed at the diversity of the populace on the couch: a straight girl!
Emma said, “So what would you do if...” she lightly stroked my arm.
“I don’t know,” I admitted. “I mean, I don’t want to offend anyone, so I’d probably go along with it.” I was kidding. I think.
“So we could just do anything and you wouldn’t protest?” Adam asked.
“Well... no... I mean...”
“So we could tie you up and you wouldn’t protest?” Kit asked. She had a calculating look in her eye.
“Or else I would run,” I amended, truthfully.
“You could always say, ‘No thanks, I’m just not comfortable,’” Emma pointed out.
“I don’t know,” I said. “I mean, I wouldn’t want to offend anyone.” Like I said, I think I was kidding. But I didn’t know.
Then Adam and Emma chimed in, saying how great it was that you could always say you weren’t comfortable, and nobody would think any the less of you, and, in fact, it made everyone closer. “Because you’re laughing at the moron who doesn’t feel comfortable,” I pointed out.
Then Jed appeared next to me. “I want to sit next to you,” he said. This was such a relief, to be next to someone I actively wanted to touch. I mean, Adam and Emily were very nice, and Kit was gorgeous, but it was Jed I was attracted to. He put an arm around me. Very slowly I ran my fingers down the length of his torso.
“You have a really light touch,” he said.
“Do you want it harder?” I always like to please.
“No, I like it.” I leaned in a bit, to catch his scent. I put my mouth against the soft skin of his upper arm. “Ah,” he said, “You got my sweet spot.” He slid his fingers along my arm.
“Me, too,” I said. Having my upper arms touched makes me feel what Nicole Kidman in the film Flirting calls “shivery delicious,” which about sums it up perfectly.
We started to kiss. I very, very rarely go to a party and manage to hook up with the guy I have my eye on. Score! I wrapped my mouth around his.
We broke apart. The layout of bodies had shifted and now Kit, not Emily, was sitting next to me. “I asked her here,” said Jed. “Is that OK?”
“Well, she’s your girlfriend,” I said. “So, I would think so!”
“Oh, we’re not dating anymore,” Kit offered.
“We just have sex sometimes,” Jed added, and leaned forward to kiss her.
She giggled: “Sometimes, we’re closer than others.”
“Should we go into one of the bedrooms?” someone asked.
“I think so,” piped up a man whose name I hadn’t gotten. He’d been sitting on the coffee table, watching us.
So we all trooped down the hall. Jefferson’s room was a mash of people. The room was dark and everyone was mostly or totally naked. The word writhing came to mind. I had never seen anything like this in real life.
I had to pee. While I was waiting for the bathroom a girl from the bedroom looked at me, just standing there, and laughed to see me loitering in the hall. “I’m just waiting for the bathroom,” I explained, anxious not to seem as awkward as I felt.
When I got to the bedroom everyone was standing very close together, as in a football huddle. A woman on the bed was moaning. The room was dark but for a few candles and I couldn’t see very much. I joined the huddle near the bed. Everyone was in various stages of undress, except me, so I took off my shirt. Jed was standing opposite me, and without further ado, we started to kiss. I tugged off my tights, and then my skirt. He pushed me back towards the bed, which had just been partially vacated by the moaning girl and her partner.
“Ah!” I cried. The bed felt ... damp.
I turned around to look. There was the wet spot the size of a basketball on the dark red sheets. “Oh, my God!” I said. Gah!
“Hold on,” said Jed. He slid a pillow across the damp patch and slung me onto my back; much better. He leaned over me and I wrapped my legs around him.
Meanwhile a hand slunk around to my crotch; I turned to see Adam’s face behind me. He rubbed at my groin. Could I ignore him politely?
“Do you want to go down on me?” Jed asked after a few minutes of enthusiastic kissing.
“That means you want me to go down on you,” I said, grinning. “OK.” And I bent down and positioned my mouth around this stranger’s dick, and gave him a nice, long lick.
It felt not at all weird to be sucking a stranger’s cock in a room full of naked bodies. It was just sort of fun. “Ahhh!” said Jed. “God! That’s good.”
I beamed at him. “Well, I’m glad you appreciate it.” Then I went back to work, and concentrated on taking in as much of him as I could. I gagged a bit.
Jed seemed really excited and pleased, which thrilled me. He stood up on the floor and I slid off the bed and I got on my knees in front of him. I was really enjoying myself now. “Can I fuck you?” he asked after a few minutes.
“Well, yeah,” I said. “But...” I paused. “Do you think we could do this in private? I don’t think I can bring myself to fuck in front of an audience just yet.”
“Yeah, sure!” Jed raced out of the room; I followed. The other bedroom was likewise occupied; I could see a couple crunched together on a twin bed; she was moaning.
Jefferson appeared. “Hi!” He beamed at us.
“She wants someplace private,” Jed explained. He picked me up and wrapped my legs around his waist. “You’re really hot,” he said.
I mean, it doesn’t take a lot to get me into bed. Just tell me I’m hot. That ought to do it.
Jefferson nuzzled up close to me. “That bed’s free,” he offered-- the faceless couple had disappeared.
“Ah,” I said. There were other people in the second bedroom.
“Can I take a rain check?” asked Jed. “Were not going to find a place.”
“Sure,” I said. Had I engineered this to maximize the possibility of seeing him again? Or was I really nonplussed at the thought of fucking in front of a group? Granted, I would hardly be the only person in that situation, but come on! It was my first orgy. I could take my time, couldn’t I?
We went back into the bedroom, and soon Jed was swallowed up by the group of bodies. I sipped my whiskey. Hot!Mark joined me. “Hi!” I said. Or maybe there was a little more discussion, but then, soon enough, we were making out. Wow.
“Hi Lily!” Jefferson shouted, interrupting the murmur of bodies. “Having fun?” He rubbed up close to me. “Shuddup,” I muttered, giggling. I shoved him back onto the bed. He pushed me back up. Again, I was hoisted up and my legs were once again wrapped around a torso (Hot!Mark’s) while Jefferson held me up from behind.
I kissed Hot!Mark, then Jefferson, then watched as Jefferson and Hot!Mark made out. That was actually very!Hot.
“I’d really like to go down on you,” Hot!Mark said when Jefferson had been dragged off again. I was still wearing my underwear. Thank God I shaved my legs. I almost hadn’t even bothered, so sure I was not going to pull.
“I just went on the pill again, and I’m having spotting,” I explained. The fact was, I’d been wearing a panty liner all day, which is just remarkably unsexy. I’d taken it out when I’d gone to the bathroom, but if I took off my underwear it might show evidence of bleeding. Urgh. And I didn’t want Hot!Mark to slip his tongue into me and grimace at the taste.
“OK,” he said, sounding disappointed. I looked down. Fuck it: I slid onto my knees and took his dick in my mouth. Just for a bit. I was surprising myself this evening, that was for sure.
Behind us, the bed was crowded with bodies. One woman (I wasn’t sure who) was on her knees, bring fucked from behind from a man who pumped her and slapped her ass. She groaned in time to his hand. She was surrounded by people. As she was being fucked Adam intoned: “Now, now,” as though urging her to come. And there was Jefferson, slipping his dick into her mouth. A plump girl in a bustier and thigh highs was stroking a breast. Jefferson leaned over and took her face in his hands, kissing her. I swallowed.
“Want to go into the other room?” asked Hot!Mark.
Actually I wanted to ogle a little more, but, nodding, I followed him into the living room. Which was occupied by a couple fucking on the couch. I covered my lips with my fingers and tiptoed into the kitchen, where no one was having sex at all.
“Wow,” I said. I sipped more of my whiskey and blinked at Hot!Mark. “I’ve never actually given two blow jobs in the space of twenty minutes before.”
HotMark! smiled modestly: “I have,” he said. I giggled. “Your underwear is cute,” he added, stroking the waistband.
I was wearing printed cotton bikinis. “Thanks. So.” I paused. “What do you do?” We talked a bit about our work, before being joined by Jefferson and Cody, who, I gathered, had been the girl on the couch. Naked, she was gorgeous, and she had red scars criss-crossing a patch of pale skin near her waist. I tried not to stare, but I couldn’t keep my eyes off those markings, that proud evidence of being fucked and whipped or caned or whatever. Cody nuzzled Jefferson. Politely, I looked away.
I glanced at my watch. It was already 11:30; I had told Marc I’d be at his place around 11:00. I wasn’t having sex tonight, and I’d managed to hook up with the two guys I found most attractive, without a great deal of effort on my part! Oh, how I loved Jefferson for this.
Hot!Mark helped me search for my clothes, and when I was finally dressed he asked if I would take his number.
“Let me give you my email,” I said, because I loathe talking on the phone. “I won’t call, I’m awful on the phone.”
So I tried to write down my email address with a marker on a paper towel. Jed entered the kitchen. “Let me give you my email address,” I said to him, too. The ink was bleeding on the towel; this was ridiculous. At last Hot!Mark tore off a strip of paper from his card, and I found a scrap of paper for Jed. “Well,” I said, “I enjoyed going down on you both.”
Christ. I just say the dumbest things. It’s like I think, What would be the stupidest thing I could say?, and then, because it strikes me as funny, I go ahead and say it. “OK, that was a dumb thing to say,” I added after a moment. ”I’m going now.”
On that note, I raced out the door. I enjoyed going down on you both! Christ!
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