Leftovers: Chapter Five
Almost six in the evening, Connie noted. Travis and Taylor sat at the kitchen table, catching up. As far as she knew they hadn't really talked since high school, or been particularly close, even back then. They had a lot of catching up to do. By her clock, they had about fifteen more minutes of sanity before someone humped something... not very long at all.
Shawna sat in Mike's lap. She'd confessed to Sana that the two of them had pulled over to the side of the road, fucked in the backseat of Mike's car on the way over. The timing lined up with the siblings' arrival... they had about as long a fuse as Connie did.
Sana was grilling the last ones to get here, making notations in a borrowed notebook. "And, Chadley... have you had intercourse with anyone outside of the group that was here last night?"
He shook his head. "No."
Connie felt some sympathy for the man. He wasn't that much of a looker, he had no social life to speak of, outside of a small group of friends he had on Xbox live. He made good money at his job, but he still lived with his mother. Or rather, his mother lived with him, he'd bought the house, moving them out of the trailer park they'd been in since his Dad had left them.
As the day wore on, Connie found herself remembering the last night clearer... the fog lifting from the blurry memories. She'd learned all that about Chadley during the evening's ramp up. When making out had first begun, when they were still capable of conversation. Just before clothes started becoming a hindrance. Chadley had been the plus one of an acquaintance, a work friend... another old high school alumni, who had shown up and left within the first hour. Chadley had decided to stick around, to try his luck with any and all of the pretty girls at the party.
He'd gotten lucky with three of them, Connie included, as well as two of the males. He was grateful, this amounted to more sexual encounters than his life had led him to so far... but he was spooked, too. Too much of a good thing set off alarm bells in his brain, and he wasn't the only one who looked scared.
He'd left Connie's house early on, one of the first Ubers out. And, just like everyone else, after an hour or so, the urges, the craving kicked back in. He solved it at home with a Fleshlight, and numerous subscription sites. Except... it stopped working, after a point. That point was noon, roughly two hours after he'd left Connie's. He shifted to a sex doll, and found little satisfaction there... then he'd received the invite to the group chat, an undetermined length of time later, just when he took a break so he wouldn't chafe. A helpful female was nearby to his house, and she was in similar distress.
Chadley actually ran to her, two blocks away. His lifetime conquests moved up another number, a grand total of six girls and two boys. They'd had sex multiple times since. His first encore performance with anyone.
She sat beside him, clutching his sweaty hand. They made an odd couple, him pudgy and short, her tall and slender. Connie and Chadley were almost the same height, Jordan and Travis almost eye to eye as well. She was on the college girl's basketball team.
"And you, Jordan?"
"No. Once I got home it was just me and my plastic friends... until Chadley came over." The tall girl awkwardly smiled at her rotund white knight. He looked up into her eyes, equally awkwardly smiling back at her.
Another odd connection, deep and seemingly profound. Sana and Tyler, like they'd been dating for months, was another. Then there was Hanna and Bryce... once you got past their odd relation to each other, they seemed more like an old married couple. Silent communication, casual touching, finishing each other's sentences, a comfortable ease between them that was hard to define. Watching them make love was just that. They didn't fuck, they loved each other. Sometimes vigorously.
Connie accepted it, along with a host of other oddities in her day. She sat in the big oversize recliner, with Paige squeezed in alongside her, and Petra perched on the arm. Seating was at a premium, today. Chadley and Jordan were on kitchen chairs relocated to the living room. Sana sat on the coffee table, facing them. The couch was filled with Mike and Shawna on one cushion, Hanna and her brother side by side on the other end.
Sana rose from her perch, and walked over to the bar. "Thank you for taking the time to answer those embarrassing questions. If you'll give me a moment, I have a bit of thinking to do."
Shawna leaned away from Mike, Connie saw him tighten his grip on her lower half. "One more question, if I may, to the group. Anyone remember the guy with the fish bowl?"
Frowns, and shaking heads were all the replies she got. "Okay. Me neither. I remember getting it offered to me, but I don't remember the guy. Or if I do, I don't have a name for his face. Everyone, run through any pictures you have from last night, please. We figure he was here before nine, and anything after eleven don't count for shit."
Connie got her boob jostled by Paige's elbow as the blonde dug in her jeans. Paige and Petra had been the only ones here who had found partners outside of the party group from the previous night. Petra had worn out an old booty call all morning, when Connie's invite came she'd left him drained on his bed. She'd been masturbating for a solid half hour next to his unconscious body, unsatisfied despite the hours-long fuck session.
Paige had exploited her sorority sisters, to an equal level of frustration. The two girls had fingered each other on Connie's porch when they arrived, and finally had sated their appetites... Connie had been too busy to answer the door for a moment. Hanna and Bryce had arrived minutes beforehand and began frantically fornicating on the couch... it was difficult to look away from... especially while participating.
But... her dry hump in the foyer had sustained her, for almost a full hour, until the siblings had arrived. Connie wondered how that was fitting into Sana's equations. How a clothed embrace ended up more satisfying than two hours with four sorority girls and their practiced tongues, fingers, and toys... the whole situation was unreal. It was a mystery.
Connie took out her own phone, and scrolled back through the chaos of the group chat. Pairs, trios and whatever you called a grouping of seven had formed up, things were more stable, but there was still a lot of cross chatter between the groups, as people wished to swap partners for their preferred gender or person. They were using their cool off time effectively, and several of them were making arrangements while they had their wits about them. Connie scanned for pictures from the last night, found two more she'd missed.
She started going back through her collection, looking for someone with the fishbowl of pre-rolled joints. No joy... the lighting was terrible, she'd have to get out her laptop and see if she could resolve some blurry, darkened figures with her more powerful software on there. Just as soon as she relieved herself... ten minutes to go. It seemed useless to do anything else at this point, but wait for the inevitable.
Sana's advice from earlier rang in her thoughts. To avoid an unwanted situation when one is desperate, make arrangements beforehand, to paraphrase. She scanned the room and tried to decide who her dance partner or partners would be for the upcoming events.
She squirmed in her seat when she realized that any and all of the people present were not just suitable, they were all ideal. She could be rocked between the ebony skin of Mike and Shawna, or the pale flesh of the siblings next to them. In fact, she had already been intimate at least three times with the siblings. She didn't know if that was a point in their favor or to their detriment. Pudgy Chadley and the beanpole Jordan would be an interesting experience, singly or together. Paige smelled of sex, and Connie would enjoy adding her pussy juice to the girl's collection, wafting fragrantly from her unwashed face. Petra's enormous tits would be a match for Connie's own... she wondered if their chests would interfere with kissing, or if their mammaries would just squish and slip against each other, and then she wondered how that would feel. Taylor's sleekly muscled body and sunkissed hair would be blissful to play with. The bulk of Travis, already familiar to her after less than a day in his presence, his rough hands and powerful strokes would be a fine thing to experience once again.
And Sana... Connie wanted to share her body with her best friend once more, next time with a male or two to help them out. To lie beside the dark skinned beauty, looking into her eyes as men thrust into them, holding hands and sharing each stroke, every moan and sigh of pleasure... that would be heavenly, but no more so than any other combination her mind was conjuring. Hanna kneeling beside Chadley, giving a woman's perspective on how best to tongue out Connie's pussy, then seeing that slight frame topped by his hefty one... just as good. Jordan's thin body writhing as Connie kissed between those toned thighs... maybe while Mike clapped her cheeks with his thick meat from behind. Any combination. Singly, doubling up, or just everyone doing whatever in a big pile right there on the floor. She could go get a blanket to soften the hardwood...
