Innocent Milf Ch 15

Chapter 15

Holding my Nerf gun above my head, I walked back to the table. Now that I wasn't worried about being shot, I took a moment to enjoy the cool night air, and the way that the maze had been set up for the game. Cary's voice carried to me from ahead, although I couldn't see her.

"I don't know if I'm technically in play to be captured anymore," she said. "I'm supposed to be headed back to get my points counted."

Another voice--it sounded like Alan--replied. "I captured you before the bell rang, and I still have ten more minutes. I think they'll probably let me get my point back that your hotshot 'Steele' hit me for."

My heartbeat quickened. The guy who had just told his girlfriend that he'd love to fuck Cary was going to be in a box with her? I knew that it was against the spirit of the game, but I was getting more than a little protective. I gritted my teeth and forced myself to walk calmly. Hadn't Cary and I agreed that this would just be for fun? That we'd stick to the limits we'd set?

It wasn't like I was in any danger of losing her to this guy. I was Cary' best friend. We'd been through a lot in the past several months. This guy was just a horny college jock whom she'd met an hour and a half ago. There was nothing to worry about. Worst case scenario--he felt her up and she enjoyed it. So what?

It was easy to say that to myself; it was harder to make myself believe it.

I rounded the corner just in time to see them step into the box. I barely heard the staff member who took my dart gun congratulate me on retaining all ten points. I--and a few others who were either there to get our points counted, or waiting in line for the box--were watching the show.

As many had done, Alan elected to close the curtains--both for privacy and for extra points back. And as with everybody else, the curtains left a generous gap so that we could all see what was happening--more or less. I could see Alan try to kiss her, and Cary turned her head. He plunged lower and buried his face in her cleavage. I couldn't hear what she said, but I could see the look of surprise on her face.

She let him root around in there for a moment or two, keeping him distracted with the beauties pushed up by her bustier. A free hand of hers worked its way through his hair, keeping his face low. His hands reached for the hem of her dress, and she expertly redirected him to her hips, which she swayed forward and backward enticingly.

"Yeah, get in there," somebody said encouragingly, and I could see that his left had had crept up from her hip to the small of her back where he was fiddling with the zipper on her dress. Cary did something--I couldn't quite see because of the curtain--but her right leg came up as if curling in ecstasy, and eased him slowly backwards, drawing his hands away from the zipper.

I could hear Alan's voice, but not the words, although I heard Cary's reply as she smiled coyly, "We'll just have to see." Her gloved hand reached down and brushed between his legs, and Alan suddenly straightened. He looked eager and breathless, but there was a glint of something calculating in his eye. He withdrew a wandering hand, looked at his watch, and whispered something to Cary. She blushed a little, and gave him a mock swat.

The red-vest knocked sharply on the glass, and after a moment of disentangling themselves, Cary and Alan emerged. Cary made direct eye contact with me and smiled uncertainly. Alan gave me a sort of appraising look--neither unfriendly nor smarmy--and picked up his dart gun, ready to jump back into action.

"See you two later," he said casually as he passed me.

Cary dropped her gun on the table, listened as the attendee read off her points, and did a little victory dance. Her eyes never left mine for long. As soon as she had heard the results, she bounced over to me, eyes shining. "Give me a knife, and I could have won that whole thing by myself. I'm so turned on, I could make love to you right now behind one of these bushes," she exhaled.

A knot in my chest loosened. "You're all right?"

"All right?" she asked, puzzlement written on her face. "Why shouldn't I be?"

"'Agent Hardrock' there was getting pretty aggressive," I observed.

She fluttered a hand at me. "Kid stuff. A few noises and a brush of the fingers over his crotch and he didn't know what to do with himself." She smiled devilishly at me.

"What did he whisper?" I asked, both curious and still feeling a little protective.

"Oh, that." Cary blushed again. "He was, uh... suggesting we should have started orally."

I groaned. "Jeez. I'm sorry."

Cary shook her head. "Don't worry--tolerating drunken pawing and pretending to enjoy it was one of the oldest tricks that my bad marriage taught me."

"You've been

pretending

to be turned on?" I asked. "Why?"

"Well, not

entirely

pretending," she said. "Knowing what's coming up later tonight with you has got me all hot and bothered to begin with, and getting touched in certain places when I'm already in the mood... let's just say it doesn't hurt. But young guys' egos are fragile. You have to give them a sense that they're doing well, or they can get their feelings hurt. At the least. Some of them think that buying you a drink and having one dance constitutes some sort of contract."

"Sounds like the voice of experience," I teased.

"Hey, I was a teenager once, too," she said, her last words partially slurred. "And Sami has been taking me to singles' bars every couple of weeks since the breakup. Once she finds out I'm with you,

that

can finally stop. I think she'll be relieved--she actually suggested that I sleep with you once."

"

What?

" I blurted it so loud that the other partygoers glanced towards us and smirked, as if we'd been caught in a lovers' tiff. "When?"

Cary rolled her eyes back, thinking. "Oh, I think it was right after you helped me move. It was the first time in a while she got sort of drunk at one of those bars. We had just shooed away some guy in a denim jacket and a Luke Perry haircut, and Sami was worried about

ever

finding somebody for me. She said, 'You should just sleep with that nice boy you like who plays the mandolin. Samantha agrees with me.'"

"Wow." I didn't know what to say.

"Yeah, she knew I liked you before I did. Or at least before I had admitted it to myself." Cary gave me a serious, mostly-not-drunk look. "You're a pretty special guy, you know. Anyway, I've had plenty of practice recently deflecting guys who think that just because I'm not wearing a ring, I'm ready to jump into bed with them, and that 'no' means 'keep trying.'"

"Hey, let's sit down," I said. "You're shivering. I'll warm you up."

"You better, Mister," she grinned. "I'm counting on it. And here I was getting

too

warm in that booth."

"'Cassidy' told me she made out with you," I remembered.

Cary laughed. "Oh my God. She's a firecracker. I haven't done anything like that since--," she paused, and continued, "--since freshman year." I figured she had been about to say

since college

. "Her hands were all over--more aggressive than 'Agent Hardrock' to be honest. She almost got my boobs free, the little minx." Drink and adrenaline were loosening some of her inhibitions, exactly as the party was intended to do.

The party

.

"Um... 'Lottie' also told me that this is explicitly a sex party," I said. "I didn't know. I'm sorry. I should have figured that out when Ty and Nancy were talking to us."

Cary nodded slowly, digesting the information but clearly not surprised. "I wondered. It seemed like 'play' meant something different than what it normally means when they all say it. Like a code word."

"Uh... yeah. That's free-love, open-relationship sex party kind of talk. I didn't get it until just now either." I shook my head. "Long day--I must be getting dumb. When I told them about you taking out seven guys at the paintball game--"

"Oh my God," Cary went pale. "Did they think you meant I slept with seven guys in a row?"

"Uh, no. Oral." I tried to meet her eyes and partially succeeded. "So maybe that's why 'Hardrock' thought you'd be into that."

"Well," Cary said after a pause, "Eric was always trying to get me to go to something like this and told me all about stuff that he'd heard of." She gestured at the opulence around us. "I don't imagine anything

he

had in mind was nearly as much fun as this. I should have picked up on it sooner, too."

I guided her over to a wrought iron garden bench and draped my jacket around her shoulders. She smiled and snuggled appreciatively into the warmth. I tried to imagine what a swinger party would be like amongst a lot of middle-aged office workers and realized that I had already halfway been to one--Cary's disastrous birthday party. "You were so furious about this sort of thing with Eric," I said, "what's different now?"

She idly drew a fingertip up and down my chest and nuzzled me. "I don't know. I feel safe with you. We agreed on things ahead of time. You keep checking in on me. Eric never cared if I was into it or not--he'd just set something up and try to make it happen. I know that you want

me

, and aren't just using this as an excuse to even some imaginary score or fool around some more. Eric wanted to screw other women, and mainly was hoping to drag me along to make it 'legitimate.'"

The shadow of her ex-husband loomed invisibly for a moment, before I breathed out, relaxing. "Well, you're right about one thing. I

do

want you. Badly. I can't wait to get you back--back... hey." I frowned, realizing a flaw in my plans. "Where are we going after this? Back to your apartment? Because I don't think we're ready to talk to my parents yet."

"Don't be silly," Cary answered, slapping me playfully. "I'm getting us a hotel room."

"Really?" I sat up straighter. "Are you sure? You want to drop that kind of cash?"

Cary waved away my questions. "Of course. Tonight is special. Really special. Three times in a glass box playing a mini-version of 'Seven Minutes in Heaven' isn't going to take away from that--it's just getting me more excited to be with you." She leaned closer. "I'm glad you're young, because you're going to need a lot of energy tonight."

I coughed and adjusted my rapidly-risen boner. "Hmmm. Did you play 'Seven Minutes in Heaven' much when you were younger? How do

you

know about that?"

Sher tensed momentarily, and I felt guilty. Even teasing her innocently could apparently set off an instinct borne of years living with an emotionally-abusive control freak. But the tension was gone as soon as it had come, and she relaxed back into me. "Rumors and gossip. I was

way

too uptight during high school to ever consider it."

I frowned, suddenly realizing something. "Wait, did you say three times?" I asked. "'Cassidy' and 'Hardrock'--who was number one?"

Cary stretched, twisting back and forth. It gave me a magnificent view of her back and her cleavage. "Ty, actually. Or 'Agent Rocket' as he introduced himself. You tagged him early on, remember? He was a perfect gentleman. I think he was more afraid of ruining our relationship than anything else. He was flattened against the other side of the booth. Gave me a quick peck on the cheek as if he and I were cousins, and then spent the rest of the time talking you up. As though I needed convincing how great you were."

I smiled in relief. "That goofball."

"He really thinks you're great," Cary said. "I think it meant a lot to him that you came tonight. I don't get the idea that he actually has a lot of close friends."

I remembered his remarks earlier in the evening about what it was like to live in this neighborhood. Being the rich kid, he must have always felt like people wanted something from him for their friendship. I shook my head slowly. "I'm not saying I'd mind being rich, but I think you're right. Maybe that's why he's got this group of open free-love friends--they don't want money, just sex."

Cary nodded pensively.

The bell rang again--we had been talking for ten minutes, and the game was over. We all gathered back around the tables, and Ty announced the winners of the game. Cary stood, wobbled, and was suddenly leaning against me a little more heavily than before. "I think the drinks are catching up with me," she whispered. "Looks like I can't quite party the way I used to."

Ty waved his arms grandly. "We have a six-way tie!" he announced. "Steele, Bristol, myself, Hardrock, French, and Boning! We are all being 'airlifted' out of here into room 3 where we'll start the final game in fifteen minutes. But two of you will be taking an actual helicopter ride!"

As if on cue, the distant sound of a helicopter droned through the night sky. After a few minutes, it touched down at the end of the wide green space at the end of the grounds in the back, where a few of the staff members were waving with glowing rods. Ty waved a hand, at the others of us while the chopper landed. "You guys figure it out for yourselves--the host shouldn't be leaving the party."

I looked at Cary, who shook her head imperceptibly. "Sounds awesome, but I think I need to wet my whistle a bit. Miss Bristol and I will pass." So saying, I gave Ty a nod and we both headed back inside. Cary rubbed her arms under my jacket. Once we got inside, a look of bliss crossed her face.

"Thank God. I was getting pretty cold." She gripped my tuxedo jacket protectively. "Don't think you're getting this back yet."

I laughed. Despite my off-again, on-again jealously, this had been an amazing night. I was riding high on endorphins and the remaining alcohol in my system. I was dimly aware that my laughter was a bit too loud and my gait wasn't as steady as it should have been, so I opted for another glass of ice water. Cary did the same, but still looked a bit unsteady.

"Last game," I said encouragingly. "Then we can go to the hotel."

"I bet it's blindman's bluff or the key party," Cary said. "Those are the only ones we haven't done. Hmmm. Actually, I bet blindman's bluff. If this is a swinging event, the key party would be at the end, right? Probably that 'afterwards' that people keep talking about."

I nodded. "Yeah, that would be my guess. So probably another groping game."

Cary looked into the distance, as if considering. "Third base only, okay? We can quit anytime we're uncomfortable?"

"Of course," I answered. "We can quit right now if you want. I can't wait to get you out of that dress and into bed."

Cary squared her jaw. "No, let's finish. We might actually win. And I can deal with some guy feeling me up for the prize. Knowing that it won't go anywhere, it might even be nice to get sort of revved up for our night together." She leaned against me and tapped at my transient erection. "Just keep this guy ready to go for me."

Even in my buzzed semi-haze, I was amazed at how uninhibited Cary had become. It was like a fire inside her had been under a wet blanket when she had been married to Eric, and now that she was free, the fire was blazing brighter and brighter. I was nearly beside myself with anticipation to see where things led--and not just tonight.

Making sure nobody else was in earshot, I leaned down and whispered, "I'm so lucky that I have my own private cougar." I touched her earlobe with the tip of my tongue. She shuddered and grabbed my arm as her knees bent involuntarily.

After a moment, she gasped, "That was... I almost... God. Wow."

"Good?" I asked, feigning innocence.

She swatted at me. "Ooooh, you. You know just what you're doing. We better get through this next part quick." She straightened, took a deep breath, and looked up at my face. "I really think I may love you all the way through," she said. "Maybe I'm just infatuated and drunk. But it feels right."

I pulled her close to me. "I feel the same way. Let's blow off some steam here and then get back. Maybe I can drive you in my new car." Of course, I was pretty sure it would be a bad idea for me to drive anywhere, feeling like this.

We each hit the restroom and drank some more water to clear our heads. Then, arm in arm, we sauntered towards room 3, back where the game had begun. It was a quarter to midnight, and the central area was emptying out. From the muffled--and not so muffled--moans and groans filtering throughout the mansion, it seemed as though most of the partygoers who had not left already were busy making out or screwing here and there.

The combination of the nearly deserted main atrium strewn with various articles of clothing from jackets and hats to shoes and underwear and the distant sounds of sex from pretty much every angle of the house made for a strangely erotic atmosphere--as if we were walking through a ghostly Roman orgy. Cary pushed her hip against me and made a soft contented sound.

Carla--"Mona Lisa"--and "Cassidy Rider" both appeared across the hall and made a beeline for Cary. "Girl stuff," they said almost in unison. "Gotta talk."

I shrugged and turned to the rest of the room as Cary was ushered away. She could take care of herself. Ty came and slapped me on the back. "You're doing great, man! How are you liking the party?" he asked gregariously. Pitching his voice softer, he leaned in. "Listen, I asked Nancy to make sure that you and Jane get the same room for this, okay? We usually make sure to get things nice and random, but since you two are new, and not even..."

"In an open relationship like everybody else?" I supplied.

He shrugged. "To be honest, I was sort of thinking that this might not be for you. I was a little surprised that you

did

sign up. But I'm glad you did. These people... they're my friends. Real friends. Like you. Even if you never see them again, I'm glad you met them."

I thought of a dozen replies, but swallowed them all. Instead, I clapped his arm in return. "I totally didn't get what 'players only' meant, so I just dragged us both into this blind like a dummy. But don't worry about it. You're all pretty extraordinary to not be jealous or protective or anything. Can't say I'm quite there yet. Maybe I never will be--I may just be a one-woman guy at the end of the day. But when you're not playing bass, you hang out with some pretty awesome dudes and dudettes."

Ty's smile could have lit the room. "Dude, I knew you'd get it, even if it's not your scene. I hope you're both still having fun."

"The dart guns were great." I glanced towards Cary, who was listening intently to the other two girls, blushing and occasionally nodding seriously. Once in a while, she would say something or make a motion, and the girls would nod back. "You've put so much work into this--I hope everybody else appreciates your eye for detail."

The doors swung open and Miles ushered in a disheveled and flushed Tiff--the redhead in the green dress. It was pretty clear that at least part of their helicopter ride had been a continuation of activities begun in the Penalty Box. Miles gave a confident finger-gun to Ty as he spotted him, and then swiveled his head looked for Carla. Seeing her with Cary and 'Cassidy' his smile broadened. I felt a little smug--there was

one

guy who would be disappointed that Cary was going to be paired up with me for this last game.

Ty thrust his chin towards Miles. "There's 'Agent Boning' and 'Wanda French' now. That means the helicopter ride is over. We can get started!" He gave me an affirming look before moving to the front of the room, touching shoulders and smiling as he went. He really looked like he was in his element, whereas I was feeling seriously outclassed by everything.

"All right, agents!" Ty announced. The buzz in the room died down, and Cary drifted back towards me, her clandestine conversation finished. I gave her a questioning look, but she just smiled secretively. Ty continued. "To get the last piece of the nuclear codes, you need to go deep undercover. The game is called Pitch Black! You'll each draw a slip of paper from Oddjob's hat. The paper has a number on it. You will not show this number to anybody. Dolls will go first, and go into the room. They may set it up any way they like, short of breaking stuff. Then the lights go out. Agents will follow to their assigned room."