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* * * Continued from Part 3 * * *
I lay awake, staring at the light fixture, not really seeing it, just
thinking back eight years ago. Maybe if I poured out all the contents of
that box I had filed away in the dark corners of my mind so long ago
something would crawl out and reveal the truth to me. The box was not only
crowded with too many events but also veiled and cocooned with hazy threads
of alcohol and drugs. So much so, that I couldn't delineate between real
and imaginary. Did Lance yank on my hair so hard once, enough to make me
cry out in pain, while he was with me? Did I imagine the evil glint in his
eyes when I turned to question him? Did Blake mumble something about love
and seeing more of me? All of it was so confused, glossed over with gray.
The only thing I was certain about, that remained prevalent in my mind, was
that I whored around that weekend along with the other five occupants of
that lake house. I had no one to blame but myself.
My mother couldn't have stopped me from going to the lake that weekend.
Looking back, I don't think she wanted to take away that little bit of
celebrating. High school graduation had just passed and most of my fellow
graduates were headed out of town for vacation. Some of the wealthier kids
left for cruises or trips to Hawaii. I knew a few who were spending their
summer backpacking across Europe. I got the feeling Mom felt guilty for
not being able to afford to send me away on a nice graduation trip. I
understood, though. I always understood our financial situation. I did
envy those kids who left our town that weekend to dare the bigger world.
Maybe that's what compelled me to act so reckless. As for me and my other
financially challenged friends, we struck out for a weekend at the lake.
Blake's grandfather had loaned us his lake cabin for the weekend, a
graduation gift for his only grandson.
* * *
"What the fuck?" I exclaimed when Jan pushed me off the creaking
recliner. The rank plaid on the chair could make anyone dizzy. Jan swayed
over me, giggling and drunk. I pulled myself up from the floor, using the
duct-taped arm of the stuffed chair for grip.
"It's your turn, Torie. Are you in or are you out?" Jan swivelled her
hips. She was wearing a bikini bottom and a t-shirt. I looked up at her
in a haze, still sucking on a joint. The guys were sitting around the
kitchen table with Tracy playing a game of cards - strip blackjack since me
and Tracy didn't know how to play strip poker.
"I'm in." I stood up and wandered over to the table, smiling sweetly at
Blake. "Blake, honey, what the hell is in this weed? I swear, I'm not
seeing straight right now." We all started laughing. I passed the joint to
Lance.
"In that case, it's your turn Torie." Blake slid a card to me, face
down. He dealt another card face-up. Blake smiled, all dimples and brown
eyes. He always had such sweet puppy-dog eyes, the kind that made me smile
and dive right in. I wanted to push my hands through his thick blond hair.
He was stripped down to his swim trunks. Blake had bulked up this last
year and was looking fine.
"Aren't you gonna look?" Blake asked, eyes twinkling and warm. He could
tease me with one look, whether he knew it or not, pulling a warm, snaking
shiver from the depths of my body. I wanted to get closer to Blake
somehow.
"Hmmm? Oh, yeah, like at the card," I giggled, peeking at the card on
the bottom. "Okay." The bottom card was a nine. The card face up on the
table was an eight. I started counting on my fingers.
Lance started laughing, handing the joint to Jan. "Shit, Torie...you
are a graduate of Cunningham High and you gotta fuckin' count on your
fingers?" Lance scratched underneath his arm. I noticed the resemblance he
had to a squatty little ape when he did that. A blond squatty little ape
with smallish pale blue eyes. He flashed a toothy smile. "C'mon gorgeous,
you can do it." He continued to laugh as he tilted the beer can to his
lips. For some reason I had visions of pushing up at the bottom of that can
and watching the cold pale liquid run down his chest, dousing his crotch. I
didn't do it, I thought about it though. I turned back and smiled prettily
at Blake.
Jan handed me the half-smoked joint. I put it in my mouth and sucked,
feeling the weed sear my lungs. I held it in for a few seconds before
exhaling with a loud laugh. "It's this shit Blake brought. It's messing
with my head. I can't fuckin' count right now."
"In that case," Parker spoke up, "the loser of this hand takes off an
article of clothing and has to lay across the table for a body shot."
Blake, Lance and Parker laughed. Tracy, Jan and I just smiled.
"No problem," I said, feeling cocky. "Hit me."
Blake threw down another card, a six. It took me a moment to realize I
blew it.
"Shit. I told y'all I couldn't count right now." I stripped off my
t-shirt and stood at the table in my hot pink bikini.
Parker smiled over at me. "To make it easier on you, Torie, you can
choose who you want to take the shot."
I sighed, crawling on top of the table. I didn't bother moving the
cards out of the way, I just laid back on top of them. Laying across the
table like this my stomach appeared almost concave, my breasts spread out
and jiggled past the confines of my tiny top. Pearl Jam was blasting from
the stereo making me move a little in my spot among the kings, queens and
aces. I always loved Pearl Jam.
"Who's it gonna be?" Parker asked, hovering over me with a bottle of
tequila and a salt shaker.
"Hmmmmm . . .eenie, meenie, minie, mo . . . Blake." I smiled up at
Parker in my haze. Parker looked over at Blake with a knowing smirk.
I know my body. I always wondered at the way it responded to certain
things, certain looks and comments. I wasn't extremely experienced when it
came to sex, mostly just hand jobs and oral sex. Most of us didn't even
think of oral sex as actually 'doing it.' I wasn't a virgin, though. At
the moment Parker moved aside for Blake to come at me I felt a tingle start
deep inside, where the warm feeling for Blake had started earlier. I knew
without looking that my nipples had started to tighten. I could feel them
growing more sensitive as the fabric of my bikini scraped against the
swelling points. I felt the wet warmth between my legs. I wondered if any
of the gang could smell me right now. I thought with a laugh that I was
most definitely in heat. The closer Blake got, the clearer that fact
became to me.
Blake stood up, kneeling across the table. "Salt." He bent over me,
licking a wet spot just above the waistband of my bikini bottoms. I
shivered and moaned, moving a little underneath him. He lifted up and
sprinkled the salt over his saliva. I giggled, always being a little
ticklish.
"Lime." Lance looked down at my face and smiled. "Open your mouth and
bite this." I parted my lips and gave him enough room to nestle the lime
between my lips but not before flicking my tongue over his finger. I
laughed, still holding the lime between my teeth.
"Shot." Parker poured a shot glass. He stood over me for a moment.
"Where do I put the shot glass?" Parker asked. Everyone laughed,
including me.
"Between her tits!" yelled Tracy. Parker lowered the glass to my chest,
looking for the best spot to place the glass. Lying on my back like that
my breasts had spread apart enough to remove any amount of cleavage
necessary to hold up a glass, even a small one.
"Where?" Parker guffawed.
"Oh brother," Tracy moaned, leaning over me to push up on one side of my
tits. "Jan, you get the other side." Jan scooted in beside me and propped
up my other breast, finally giving me enough cleavage to keep the glass
snugly in place.
I giggled, still clenching the lime between my teeth. Blake smiled into
my eyes and then he disappeared. The next thing I felt was a moist
tingling below my navel where his tongue was bathing me. I moaned through
the lime, arching my back at the fresh surge of hunger between my legs. It
felt incredible. Blake took his time, absorbing all the salt on his
tongue.
"Go, go, go...," the others chanted as Blake straddled my legs on the
table. His thick thighs were on either side of my hips, his shoulders
loomed broad and mouth-watering above me. He bent down between my breasts
and took the shot glass between his teeth, throwing his head back and
gulping down the tequila. He pulled the glass from his teeth and covered
me, his teeth biting into the lime and sucking. I could feel the weight of
his crotch crushing down on top of my mound. I pushed at the back of the
lime with my tongue giving him access to all the juice. He opened his
mouth and began to kiss me around the lime. My head was swimming. Not so
much with the haze of drugs and alcohol, but with this incredible urge to
grind my hips into him and alleviate the ache between my legs.
He pulled up with the lime between his teeth. Lance and Parker were
slapping him on the back like he had scored a touchdown. All I remember is
pulling him back down to my mouth. I wanted more.
Blake didn't resist. Of course he wouldn't. We had been giving each
other signals most of the night. I liked to flirt with my eyes, testing
myself to see how long I could hold his gaze before one of us broke away
for one reason or another. Once or twice he would find a reason to sneak
up behind me and wrap his arms around my waist. Blake and I were close,
all of us in our little group were close in one way or another. Something
was happening between all of us, maybe it was the realization that we were
all going separate ways that made us seem closer that weekend. We had
passed out of one stage of our lives and we were ready to embark on the
next.
Blake helped me off the table, dragging me towards him, his hands
gripping my hips. I slid through the cards and opened my legs. When I
connected with Blake I wrapped my legs around his waist. He easily lifted
me off the table and carried me into the bedroom, our lips rarely breaking
contact.
I remember being lowered to the bed, Blake hovering over me. "Are you
okay with this? I wouldn't do anything you don't want me to." Blake was
adorable, but hardly in a little boy way. His hair was thick and wavy and
his lips were succulent and ripe. It's those eyes that I will never
forget. Soft and warm. Sweet. Velvety dark. He was athletic and took
good care of himself. It showed and I was appreciative. Of course I
wanted to fuck Blake. Who wouldn't?
"I'm no virgin, Blake." I leaned back. With one hand I reached behind
me and pulled at the strings holding my top together. I pushed up on my
elbows and let gravity do the rest, watching Blake's eyes as the top slowly
slid away from my tits.
After that everything happened in a haze. My hands dug into his thick
hair as he sucked and bit on my nipples. His hands were rough on my tits
and I liked it. I remember Blake pulling hard at my bikini bottoms,
sliding them down my legs before quickly pulling off his shorts. I didn't
get much of a chance at that moment to look at him. He fell on top of me
and we started kissing again. We tongued each other with an urgency and
demand that almost scared me. He grunted, groaned once or twice, before
ramming himself deep inside me. I arched my back again, taking all of him
in. I rubbed against him, desperately trying to reach that one spot on me
that guaranteed eruption. We fucked like animals. I know I enjoyed it,
Blake wasn't complaining either.
Blake came with one hard push, holding it deep inside while he groaned.
I opened my eyes and watched as his mouth fell open with his groan. I
wondered just how good it felt to him. His eyes were shut tight and a bead
of sweat was dripping from his temple. I touched his face and smiled when
he opened his eyes. He smiled back, snuggling into my neck.
We dozed for a couple of hours before Parker and Lance burst through the
door. "You gotta come see this! Jan and Tracy - oh shit!" Blake lurched
from the bed, I was behind him, clutching a sheet to my nakedness. They
ran from the room. Parker turned back and gave me a look. "C'mon Torie."
He held out his hand. I reached for him, grabbing one of the guys'
football jerseys thrown on the floor. I slipped the maroon jersey over my
head as Parker watched. The jersey fell to mid-thigh. I smiled, reached
for his hand again, and we left the cabin.
We ran out the back door to the patio where Jan and Tracy were putting
on a show. Aerosmith was blaring on the stereo now, "Love in an Elevator",
I think was the song. The lake house was so far into the woods we didn't
worry much about being called for disturbing the peace. The next neighbor
was at least a mile up the dirt road leading to this section of private
property. We whooped it up, egging Jan and Tracy on. They had stripped
down to their bikini bottoms and were rubbing tanning oil all over
themselves. I could smell the coconut for a few minutes until Parker
passed me another joint. I took a toke and passed it on, laughing
hysterically at my two crazy friends. They began rubbing oil on each
other, tits jiggling with each bounce to the music or pass of a hand.
Jan usually got a lot of attention because of the way she looked.
Standard cheerleader looks, blonde hair, blue eyes, slender and lithe. Her
breasts were nice, in my opinion, but not as noticeable as Tracy's.
Tracy's naked body surprised me a little. Tracy had an olive complexion,
dark brown hair and dark eyes. Everything was dark. She didn't excel in
sports or drill team or anything else for that matter, so it surprised me
to see such a muscular shape to her body. She was shorter than Jan but had
a smaller waist that flared out to round hips. Her large breasts were
crowned with large, dark nipples and balanced out her hour-glass shape.
Blake was completely enthralled. We laughed as he jumped between the two
of them, making a show of rubbing oil on himself. Tracy and Jan joined in,
stopping only to kiss him now and then. I could see where this was going
so I turned around and slipped back through the patio doors to the kitchen.
No, I wasn't jealous. Blake wasn't my boyfriend and I didn't have a right
to feel jealous. Not this weekend. Maybe something will happen between us
eventually. This was all in fun.
Parker followed me inside, without the joint this time, and began
rummaging around the refrigerator for food. "I'm hungry, too." I looked
over his shoulder into the refrigerator, not noticing anything very
appetizing. He turned around, bumping into me. He smiled, reached over my
shoulder for a bag of Cheetos. We stood close together for a minute before
I backed against the counter. He held out the bag for me and I grabbed a
handful of the cheese snacks.
"Got the munchies?" Parker asked.
"Uh huh," I answered between bites.
"I can make us something to eat, like maybe an omelet."
"No thanks, maybe later." I rubbed my forehead with the hand not stained
orange from the Cheetos.
"Headache?" Parker asked, reaching for something in the cabinet behind
me.
"A little. Probably the rum from earlier. Always gives me a headache."
Parker poured two aspirin into my hand from a bottle he was holding.
"Here. Take this." He handed me an open beer from the counter, still cold.
"Thanks." I swallowed the aspirin and beer, handing the can back to
Parker. He took a sip. We both turned as Lance walked through the front
door.
"Dude! Where ya been?" Parker asked Lance. Lance smiled, scratching
his head.
"Aw man, went to get a CD from the truck and must've fallen asleep."
Lance dug his hand into the bag of Cheetos. "What's up? Tracy and Jan
seem to be having a good time with Blake. Looks like he'll get his
threesome this weekend after all." Lance and Parker laughed, throwing
glances my way.
I smiled back at the two, licking the cheese crumbs from my fingers.
"What's the big deal about a threesome anyway? It would seem to me like
somebody would get cheated a little."
I watched Parker and Lance exchange a look. Lance grabbed two beers
from the fridge. "It works out." He snorted, guzzling several sips from
one can. His eyes never left me or my body.
I shrugged, taking the other beer from Lance. "So, like, how exactly
does it work?" I wasn't afraid to ask. I was curious and not exactly sober
enough to be embarrassed.
"You mean, you've never?" Parker asked. "I mean, with friends like
Tracy and Jan, I woulda thought it happened once or twice."
"You mean, me, Jan and Tracy? Ewwww," I sneered.
"No, but maybe two of y'all and some guy, like that Andy guy Jan used to
date from the other school," Parker replied.
"Hell no. Not with me anyway." I chugged the beer.
"Have you ever thought about doing it?" Lance asked, elbowing me in the
ribs.
"I don't know. I guess I haven't really thought about it."
"Drink up, Torie." He clinked his beer can against mine.
At that point I knew something was going to happen between the three of
us. I still wasn't too sure of the logistics of everything but I knew it
was going to happen. I didn't care. I finished my beer and let Lance take
my hand.
He led me into the bedroom I had just left. Parker closed the door
behind the three of us. Lance leaned in and kissed me. His mouth was cold
and his breath smelled like beer. I kissed him back. I felt Parker close
in behind me, easing the football jersey over my shoulders. I leaned back
against Parker, feeling his naked chest against my bare back and bottom.
Lance leaned forward and took one of my nipples in his mouth and began to
suck. His sucking was frenzied, his head moving quickly back and forth
between both nipples. Parker's hands were on my hips, fingers splayed and
reaching around to my pussy. His fingers played with what little hair
remained after all the shaving and trimming I did to be bikini ready. I
felt one of his long fingers slip between my slit, rubbing lightly back and
forth over my sensitive clit. I leaned back into him, opening up a little
more for him. Lance backed away for a moment to strip off his trunks. I
couldn't take my eyes off of his dick as Parker continued to play me.
Parker sat down on the bed, dragging me with him on his lap. I leaned
my head against his shoulder as he continued to finger me. Lance was
stroking himself up and down. I watched the head of his penis disappear
again and again into his cupped palm.
Parker moved more, pulling me up into the middle of the bed. I wasn't
leaning against him anymore but I knew he was there. My attention was
riveted on Lance as he loomed over me.
"Turn over, on your hands and knees. Face Parker," Lance told me. His
eyes were bloodshot. I nodded and did as he said, curious as to what he
wanted to do but also knowing I was being shifted to make use of all my
natural born abilities or would that be orifices?
I sat back on my legs and twisted around. I crouched on my hands and
knees and faced Parker. He had taken off his trunks, nursing an erection.
He smiled at me, only a little. I felt Lance behind me closing in. His
hands smoothed over my hips and ass and down my thighs. They edged around
to the inside of my thighs and traveled up, barely brushing against the
sparse hair dusting my still modest sex. I felt him gently pull my legs
apart, exposing and opening my pussy to his view. "Shit, baby. What a
view." Lance hissed from behind me.
Lance didn't waste any more time admiring my body because the next thing
I felt was the weight of him pushing against my open cunt and entering me.
I cried out with the feeling of him filling me. This made Parker's penis
flinch in reaction. I noticed this because I couldn't take my eyes off of
him. I wanted to taste him, feel him inside my mouth. I wasn't very
experienced when it came to oral sex but I knew without a doubt that I was
curious as to how I could make him react. I reached out one of my hands
and wrapped it around his cock. His eyes closed. He edged closer to me,
close enough for his hips to be under my chin. My mouth closed in on him.
I tasted the tip first, feeling around with my tongue. My lips formed a
little suction as I sucked for a moment. A salty taste tantalized my
tongue. I eased down further, taking another inch or two of him into my
mouth. I felt his penis knock up against the back of my throat. I
stopped, relaxed and took a deep breath. I didn't want to gag. Meanwhile,
Lance was banging away at me from the rear. It made my enthusiastic blow
job a little jerky but Parker didn't seem to mind. His hips began to move
against the mattress pushing up against me for a stroke and then back down.
Up and then down. I kept the pressure on his penis with my mouth, stopping
occasionally to slurp up some of my saliva dripping down his shaft.
Finally I wrapped my hand around the base of his rod and began to pump, at
the same time my mouth sucked furiously. I could tell from Lance's grunts
and groans behind me that he was close to coming and from the tension I
felt in Parker, he could be close too.
With one last grunt Lance pushed himself deep against me and held his
position. I felt more than anything else, the way his penis jerked around
inside my vagina. Parker put his hand on my face and pushed gently. "I'm
going to come, Torie...oh..." I released my grip on him, feeling him fall
from my mouth at almost the same moment thick streams of semen began to
spurt from his penis. Some got in my hair and on my face but mostly it
stuck to my neck. Parker fell back on the bed, breathing heavily. Lance
pulled out and fell to the side of me. I wiped at my face and neck with
the bedspread. I didn't have an orgasm. I suppose it was because I was
concentrating too hard on getting Parker off and not on what was going on.
I decided at that point that the threesome wasn't exactly my thing. I
preferred one on one.
Parker lifted his head from the pillow and stared down at me. I was
still crouched over his hips but sitting back against his shins. "Are you
okay, Torie?"
"Yeah. Just need something to drink."
"I'll get it," Lance said, still breathing a little louder than normal.
He hobbled from the room, still naked.
I crawled up and lay beside Parker, snuggling against his side. Lance
came back in with another beer. "Here." He handed me a beer, already
slurping down one of his own. He didn't spend a second looking at me, just
began rummaging around on the floor for his shorts, finally finding them
among the mess. "I'm gonna go for a swim. Ya'll want to come along?"
I sipped my beer, this time downing about half. "No thanks. I want to
crash for a while." I said, wiping at my face with the back of my hand. I
felt sticky in spots but I could wait to swim a little later.
* * * Continued on Part 5 * * *
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