The night is young, but catching up with me quickly. I thought it was going to be more gradual. I never thought there would be an age where the switch just flipped and suddenly 10pm brings a yawn long enough to nearly knock me over. Thirty-two and it's all downhill from here. It just isn't fair.
"Quit yawning! You're bringing everybody down." My girlfriend, Janelle, breaks me out of my spiral. She leans in for a kiss right on the lips. The swish of her tongue across my lips wakes me up and raises my spirits a good deal. She turns back to her friends and says, "This place is boring Shaun. Let's change the scenery."
For tonight's excursion she brought a small entourage. I count myself first amongst them, followed shortly by two of her female friends and the new boyfriend. I don't expect this new guy to work out. He's spent most of the night fumbling for something and can't really keep up with Amber on the dance floor. The upside is that they're still in the early phase of the relationship where sexual passion makes up for any deficiencies like a total lack of personality.
They've spent the night kissing deeply when they should have been doing other things. He's been a good bit handsy with her, grabbing her ass; moving his hands along her stomach moving cloth out of the way; and pressing himself suggestively against her tits. While I'm sure that she's been fondling him with just as much subtlety and discretion, I've had trouble noticing through the foggy haze of arousal her outfit is adding to the mix.
Up top is a simple light green tank-top that's tight across her tits with straps that are just a bit too small so that plenty of her breasts pop out as cleavage. It hangs loosely covering her stomach completely and overlapping with her skirt just a bit. The skirt is white, frilly, and comes down to her knees. It seems boring until you look carefully and note that this skirt clearly demands a slip that was left at home for the evening. When she sways the color of her flesh blends with the cloth and draws the eyes to question whether she's in a thong that blends or nothing at all.
Amber looks to Tom, her boyfriend, and asks with a girlish lilt, "What do you think? Want to get out of here and do something else?" One hand comes to her lips for a valley girl tap while the other stealthily brushes the side of Tom's pants.
He leans in and kisses her letting his closeness act as a reply. Janelle and I look passed them expecting that they'll still be making out long after the decision has been made. "Gina, sweetheart, what do you think?"
Gina, a younger brunette that Janelle met through work, is the only single one on this excursion. The look she gives makes things obvious enough that it's time to go. She has had no luck tonight and I look her over one more time wondering how that could be. She's curvy but not fat by any stretch of the imagination. Her tits round out almost perfectly with her ass. She came out tonight in "fuck me" everything from the boots to the little black dress. I stand up from the bar stool quickly hoping to prevent any awkward moments as I consider her outfit.
If I was on the prowl, she'd be on my list for when I knew I needed to get laid. Then it hit me again. It's only 10pm and nobody is going for the sure thing yet. With this final reminder I proclaim, "Alright, everybody in the car. Let's get back to my place and have the afterparty."
I drive the whole crew back towards my place. Janelle and Gina gab away while Amber and Tom continue the make-out session that only abated long enough to get to the car. I hear what sounds like a wet vagina having something move slowly in and out of it. I shift my mirrors to see that Tom's hand is under Amber's skirt and moving in a slow, deliberate manner. Gina stops talking once she realizes what I'm doing and for a moment only the sound of the fingering couple can be heard in the car. The tension suddenly breaks everybody into laughter.
I pull into my driveway, spirits raised from the awkwardly sexual encounter. We head up the stairs to my apartment talking over the available alcohols. Amber eventually chimes in with, "I don't want anything to drink except this cock." She grabs at Tom's crotch as I reply, "Yep, you've had enough."
From the top of the stairwell we hear, "Just the one?" followed by laughs. I look up and see two of my neighbors and two of their friends smoking cigarettes. Two of them are in hysterics as Amber flips them the bird.
One of my neighbor's apologize to me, "Sorry Jack. Everybody's a dick when they've been drinking."
We gather at the top of the stairs and Janelle battles with the keys to my apartment. It seems that the presence of these interlopers has made her nervous. She sorts through her purse shaking a bit trying to find the key.
"Don't worry about it. I've been fucked up. No harm no foul right Amber?"
We all turn to look at Amber who has turned her attentions back to Tom. He leans in to her, "You gonna answer them babe?" Now it's her turn to answer with a close embrace and a kiss.
The two friends of the neighbors let up a small cheer as I say, "All's well that ends well."
Janelle finally has the key in the door when Gina whispers in my ear, "That guy is cute. Is he your neighbor?" I look over to verify and find it's one of the strangers, "Nope. Don't know that guy."
"Can you invite them to our little party here then? I want to get his number." Gina asks.
"No way. Those guys are fuck-wits. Let's just keep it with us." Janelle replies as she opens the door.
"Come on. You guys put out your couple vibes tonight and I put up with that crap. Let's have an actual after-party tonight before you two die of old age."
I give my girlfriend the look of entreaty that lets her know exactly what I think. It would be a shame not to let Gina have her fun and that old age jab really stings tonight.
"Fine."
I turn to the four assembled across the hall, "You guys want to come in for a drink?" They look us over. Gina looks ready to go. In the porno version of this meeting, Amber already has Tom's cock in her mouth and is moaning about how big it is. I have thumbs up in my eyes and the only spoil-sport has already disappeared into the apartment.
With a collective, "Sure," the four guys put out their cigarettes and head into my place.
We introduce ourselves and break through any awkward pauses with shots of whiskey and sips of bourbon. I discover that Gina's potential mate is named Steve and that he works as a line cook at the restaurant down the street. He is apparently friends with Rick, the other guy I don't know, who my neighbors just met tonight.
As the booze flows I bring out some cards to get everybody into playing a game of asshole. The drinks have hit heavily enough that nobody truly needs the encouragement to drink, but I like to keep the party going. I set up the table as Amber and Tom disappear into the guest room. Those of us remaining move the bottles to the center of the table and start the game.
Gina finds her way into the seat between Steve and Mark, the oldest of the guys from across the hall. She stays pretty well attached to him flirting with those overt touches that come with the lack of balance brought on by alcohol. Janelle ends up between Rick and Dave through some maneuver of musical chairs I barely notice. She has been avoiding drinking much more and has the look like a girlfriend that's not going along with any of these games much longer. I kick my round off as President by yelling, "Drink!" and wandering off to the bathroom laughing maniacally.
I head into the guest bathroom that shares a doorway with the guest bedroom. As I approach the toilet I can hear Amber and Tom going at it in the guest room. I turn on the light, the fan, and prop the toilet seat up playing to make the noises like I'll be sitting for a while. I move closer to the door adjoining their sex session and press my ear right up to the crack of it.
The sound of the bed dominates most of what I can hear. The springs creak from the up-and-down motion at the same time as the head board lightly taps the back wall. The stable rhythm continues nearly perfectly. Behind that I can hear Tom's voice. His slight moans don't jibe with the rhythm coming in and out of sequence with the pattern of the bed. Slowly her volume grows. As I focus on it his subsides almost entirely from my mind. With every other tap of the headboard she reacts, slowly building up volume.
The rhythm follows her breathing and moaning. I imagine that she must be on top controlling the process. They moved so quickly I think she must have only had time to remove her shirt. I can see her distinctly, breasts moving back and forth having all the support her tank top gave her gone. She is positioned over his crotch with her white skirt billowing over him blocking any view one might have of his unmentionables. Her hands press down on his chest for support as she rocks him back and forth centered at her crotch. Him looking away feeling spats of ecstasy. Her completely lost focusing on building her orgasm.
Her pace picks up with the taps of the headboard coming harder and faster. I can hear him more distinctly now. Louder and more erratic at first, but then quiet. I have been this guy before. He can feel his cock building up about to come so he clenches trying to hold out so his girl can get off first. I listen to the two of them and know she is about to go unsatisfied. I hear the bed come to a stop as he grunts. A few moments go by and the bed creaks again as she dismounts and starts to clean up. Quietly he says something. I can't hear it, but I can imagine distinctly that it is a mix of apology and compliment on how wonderful she is in bed.
She heads toward the bathroom door and I start. The noise of her footsteps seem impossibly close. I jump over to the toilet and sit down on the pot. Amber opens the door and walks in seemingly without checking. She stands fully nude before me shining from sweat. My eyes flick quickly to take her all in. Her hair falls in messy tufts along the side of her head directed by a hair band that has failed at its duty. Her stomach has solid definition of muscles that gleam now with beads of sweat. Her pubic area is well cared for and shaved with a landing strip that saw recent attention. Her sex is red and flush with the buildup to an orgasm that never came. In her right hand is her white skirt now covered in Tom's spunk.
