The music was pumping throughout the once spacious house. Tonight, it was filled-crowded-with college students celebrating their Friday evening. Beer kegs stacked behind the house, some already empty. Red plastic cups littered around the yard. Inside, the crowd was mingling. Some were making out. The parties here had a reputation of being wild and carefree. It wasn't uncommon for a make-out session to turn into a blowjob right there on the couch, with onlookers cheering them on, of course.
Hailey was sitting on the arm of the couch, talking to a group of friends and onlookers. Hailey was the "it" girl that everyone wanted to know. She was beautiful with straight, brown hair, a slim figure, perfect C-cup breasts, a knack for fashion, and a holier than thou attitude. She was known to take down anyone that questioned her it girl status and socially destroy them out of the school. Her onlookers laughed at her jokes and snide insults said behind the backs of whoever was not there with her.
In the corner stood Darrell. He was more of the loner type. His clothes were never out of fashion, but they weren't exactly in fashion. He sipped from his cup and quietly surveyed the room. He was by himself, simply enjoying the music and people watching. He grew up going to the same schools as Hailey. In fact, he grew up just one street over from Hailey's house. They played together before Hailey started caring about fashion and status.
Darrell had started getting teased once puberty hit. All the boys would call him Darrell the Barrel. Haley never really understood what the other kids meant by that, and she was afraid to admit she didn't know by asking.
Hailey was cutting down a couple of the sorority pledges to her friends when she noticed Darrell in the corner. She stopped mid-sentence and stared and brewed that he was at the same party where she was. "HEY! Darrell! Darrell the Barrel! What the fuck are you doing here?" She yelled incredulously. Unable to hear her condescending tone over the music, Darrell simply heard his name and saw Hailey calling at him. He makes his way over to Hailey's crowd and says hi to Hailey.
"Look everyone! It's Darrell the Barrel. What are you doing here? Trying to hang with the cool kids? Hoping some poor woman gets too drunk and decides to kiss you? Do you even go to school here?"
He bristled at his hated nickname, but listened to her chastise him for his mere presence. "Of course I go here. We're just on different sides of the campus, I assume. What are you studying?" He asked politely.
Hailey ignored his questions. "Look, this is an adult party and adult things go on here. You should take your childish attitude and go to a kiddie party," she mocked. Her entourage laughed politely, if not perfunctorily.
"I'm the same age as you. In fact, I'm a month and a half older than you," he retorted. One girl in the crowd let out a small laugh and caught a glare from Hailey.
"No, I mean adult things like drinking, kissing, <gasp> sometimes even sex! Can you handle that? I bet you haven't even kissed a girl yet!"
"I have plenty of experience, thank you very much."
"Ooh, listen everybody! Darrell the Barrel has experience! Listen, dimwit, watching porn doesn't count. Do you know how to kiss a woman? Eat pussy? Could you last even a minute in a woman?"
"I'd do alright."
Hailey raised an eyebrow. She looked at her crew and felt a little challenged. "Prove it," she dared. "Right here. Right now. I bet you can't make me cum. There's no way." Darrell startled for a split second. He looked around at her group of followers, then looked back at Hailey questioning her seriousness in his eyes. She pulled her skirt up at the slit. She was wearing a black lacy thong. Her hand pulled them to one side, showing her manicured pussy lips. It was waxed clean with a trim landing strip in the front. She lifted one leg up and put her heel on the arm of the couch. The other leg dangled off the edge. She leaned back and supported herself on her palms, arms locked.
Darrell stood there for a moment, deciding what to do. He could walk away, he thought, or he could accept the challenge. He needed to decide quickly. He surveyed the group circling around the couch, committed to his choice, and knelt before her. He hooked his arms under her legs and shifted her hips closer to him. He began to kiss her inner thighs, first the left, then the right. Going back and forth. Light kisses, moving closer to her pussy with every thigh kiss. "You're not even close, dear," Hailey chided. The crowd laughed. Darrell continued his thigh kisses, but began to blow air on her clit lightly as he moved from one leg to the other.
Hailey smirked outwardly, but inside, the kisses were working on her inner thighs. She could feel the tingling starting in her pussy. Darrell stopped alternating from side to side. He hovered over her hood and stuck his tongue out. He grazed the hood with his tongue. He moved left and right, and then forward and back. His touch started off ever so slightly and grew stronger as he continued. He flattened his tongue and ran it across her hood. He stiffened his tongue and ran circles around her clit.
Hailey's breath began to slow. The music pounded in the background, but she lost her edge and started to focus on the sensations. "Oh fuck," she said in her head. Her lips mouthed the words once more and everyone saw. Not only was Darrell decent at eating pussy, he was pretty damn good at it, she reluctantly thought. She couldn't remember the last time she had her pussy licked so well. Most of the meathead, hunky jocks she had let go down on her had been terrible at best. They either didn't care or were too dumb to figure out where her best spots were. The crowd faded into nothingness. Her body instinctively started bucking her hips and grinding her clit in sync with Darrel's tongue.
The girls in the friend circle craned their necks to see what was happening. Every one of their eyes gleamed with amazement to watch Darrell stimulate her clit. They all pictured how it would feel and began getting wet. Hailey closed her eyes and parted her lips. Her breath increased and she whispered, "oh fuck."
Darrell slipped two fingers inside of her and began stroking her G-spot. Hailey gasped and cooed. She told him to keep going just like that, though her tone had softened to pleasurable instructions. Much calmer than her bitchy orders from just minutes ago.
Darrell stroked her spot and licked around her clit. She moaned and begged, "don't stop. That's it. Yeah, yeah, just like that." She began to moan. Her breath deepened and increased its speed.
Darrell slid his fingers out and stood up. "I guess you're right. I can't make you cum." He grabbed his beer from the coffee table and sauntered back to his original spot without making eye contact with a single onlooker. Hailey opened her eyes when his fingers exited her slit. She stared towards the ceiling in a daze. He was back in his corner before she broke from the stupor. Half of the lady onlookers covered their mouths as they laughed. The other half smirked.
Hailey looked at her crowd and the embarrassment grew in her face. She tried to suppress it, but her cheeks flushed even more than when she was about to cum, just one minute ago. She stood up and stormed over to Darrell, her skirt askew. "What the fuck was that?" She blurted.
"What?" He stone faced her with his deadpan response. He sipped his beer.
"That was a dick move! You know what you did! Or didn't do. Whatever! Just, seriously, what the fuck?"
