I'd been dating Sarah for over two years the night of my birthday party. Not actually the night of my birthday, that was a tuesday, so we instead celebrated it the friday after. Sarah, my housemate Dane, his girlfriend Beckie, and some of my other friends. I arrived a bit late with work holding me up, and then traffic delaying me further. The party started at five and I didn't get there till six.
I walked in to in total a dozen people drinking and having fun. I could see clear groups of people in conversation, the occasional drifter moving between them, and already so many drinks on the kitchen counter. I quickly eye'd the room and found Sarah, lodged up on the couch to Dane. He was in the middle with Sarah to his right, and Beckie to his left.
Sarah was a curvy girl, with wide hips, a prominent bust, and a cute face. She usually wore booty shorts, like tonight, and a t-shirt that seemed one size too small with how much her chest fought the fabric. Her blonde hair was done into a nice braid, a few loose strands framing her face.
Dane was tall, even for a guy. 6'6", decently muscular from his hobbies of basketball and swimming. He was tanned, with short brown hair, and hazel eyes. He was charismatic and a total womanizer.
Beckie was petite, somewhat slender for her frame. She had a nice chest, but nothing like Sarah's, though Beckie worked out and it showed in her taut butt whenever she bent over in pants, which was rare since she usually wore dresses and skirts.
And I was kind of average. 5'6", not muscular and not fat. A bit of tanning from my work but nothing special. I was usually described as 'polite', 'sweet', and 'caring'. I couldn't help the jealousy I felt at people like Dane, with his natural good looks and charisma, but I also wasn't going to stake the man for it either.
One quick cocktail thrown together and I made my way over. I made some handshakes and passed out a few hugs, getting pulled into conversations the entire way. Suddenly it had been another half hour, just trying to walk past two groups, and I finally broke through the sea of people, only to find the trio had moved onto the balcony; with the same setup.
From behind I could see Dane had his hand on Beckie's thigh, fingers teasing the hem of her skirt. He had seemingly a 24/7 hardon, since I could often hear him fucking at all hours of the night on any night; I was prettying sure he was cheating on Beckie too. I'd hear her go home, then at two in the morning I'd wake up to the sound of his bed rocking and some girl begging him to cum.
However I could also see from here that Dane had his right hand on Sarah's knee, just idly rubbing her bare skin. That made something twinge in me, but I couldn't pinpoint it. So I opened the sliding glass door, which seemed to startle Dane into pulling his hand away.
"Hey big man." He said, reaching that same hand up and over his head to offer a handshake.
"Hey." I said, returning it with a firm squeeze.
"Hi baby." Sarah cooed, scratching at my chest with one of her manicured hands.
I took a seat beside Sarah and settled in for a moment of quiet, with the glass doors dulling the thump of house music and conversation. Dane resumed talking about some event at a party from years ago he attended, the girls listening politely, while I quickly worked through my cocktail. By the time his story finished I was already out.
"Drinks?" I asked and stood up.
"Nah." Was the resounding response, Dane still with his, and the two girls waiting.
"Suit yourselves." I wandered back in and made another cocktail. I couldn't taste the alcohol so I didn't know how much I was really drinking, but it didn't matter. However I was pulled into ANOTHER conversation with friends on the way back, where they were talking about making future plans for a roadtrip across the state.
I glanced at the balcony and saw Dane with his hand on Sarah's leg, closer to the hem of her booty shorts. Something in my stomach stirred, maybe it was the alcohol. I turned back to the plans and added my own ideas for the future. More conversation, more music, more cocktails. At some stage Sarah walked past towards the bathroom, and she gave me a peck on the shoulder before disappearing. Dane passed by as well, giving me a pat on the back. Soon it was already nine PM, and someone had the brilliant idea for a drinking game.
King's Cup. A few people had filtered out, early days the next day so they couldn't join in the drinking, but we had eight left for the game. Sarah sat to my right, and Dane to hers. Each round drinks were dolled out, and I caught a few unlucky cards that left me finishing three more cocktails in the game.
Occasionally I'd see Dane lean over and whisper something to Sarah, who would mutter something back, but I my focus was pulled away before I could ask what was up. And then the game was over, and I pulled the last kink card. It was my duty to drink from the Kings Cup. And it tasted AWFUL. All the drinks mixed together, beers and wines and vodkas and rums and soft drinks and then my own cocktails. I barely managed to get it all down without losing my stomach.
The other four in the house left soon after, each taking a rideshare home after the heavy drinking. Leaving Sarah, Dane, Beckie, and Myself. I slid in next to Sarah, putting my arm around her waist and giving her a squeeze. She returned the gesture by kissing me.
"How're you feeling?" She asked.
"F- Fine." I said. I could feel my grasp of my tongue already slipping. "Why'd- do- do you ask?" She stared at me, that knowing smile on her face when I was being stupid.
"Cos you're about as red as a tomato, and your eyes are going cross."
"Are they?" I said, trying to make them go cross. She laughed and playfully and leaned her head on my shoulder.
"Might be time to wrap up." She said.
"Yeah. Prob- b- yeah."
I wobbled to my feet and Sarah was kind enough to take my hand. I gave a small curtsy, that turned into me having to catch myself before I fell. She guided me back to my room, opened the door, and laid me down atop the blankets. I was still fully dressed, but I didn't care.
"Let me get you some water." She said.
"Uh huh." I groaned, the world spinning around me. She came back with a bottle full of water and put it beside me. It ended up curled in my arms like a huggable. She sighed and kissed me forehead.
"I love you. Goodnight." She said, closing the door.
That click of the door and the plunge into darkness sent me right to sleep. A long day of work, lots of talking, and lots of drinking had drained me completely. It was a dreamless sleep, and a broken one. I seemed to wake up every hour or so, drink part of the bottle, and fall back asleep. My phone was somewhere, not here, so I couldn't check the time, so when I woke up and my bottle was empty, I decided to venture out and fill it.
Opening my bedroom door greeted me with the low grunting of Dane, the squeak of his bed, and the breathy moans of his lucky fuck. Beckie was breathing fast, each slap of their skin making her gasp, and it sounded like Dane was close with how vocal and animalistic he was being.
"Fucking whore. You love it." He grunted. "Take it. Take it you bitch."
More moaning. There was a smack, likely a palm on her ass, that startled me and made her cry out.
"Gonna fuck you full of cum." Dane grunted.
I just shook my head and went to the kitchen, refilling my drink and wandering back. I found my phone, still on the couch, and nabbed it. Apparently it was only midnight, I had barely slept two hours. Jesus. Whatever, I'll go back to bed.
As I walked past I heard the finish arrive. Dane grunting and groaning, and the happy mewling of a girl that seemed to love the feeling of his cum inside her.
Back in bed I was quick to fall asleep once again. More dreamless sleep, this time interrupted when I felt nature calling. I had drunk a lot, and it had to get out eventually. A quick dash to the bathroom and I was okay. I took a moment to look at myself and see how I was doing. I had sobered up marginally, enough to see straight at least, and I didn't look as red. Maybe I'd be okay come morning.
Out of the bathroom, I heard more fucking. Holy shit Dane was at it again. Rutting away with Beckie, or maybe even another girl if I knew him right. I quickly went and grabbed my phone and saw it was three in the morning. More than enough time for him to recover, and even send Beckie home to bring someone else over.
I couldn't help wondering how many loads he'd dumped over the night. I think his record was seven? And that was an all-night event that left him basically unconscious the next day it seemed. So I wasn't expecting to see the guy at all once I really got up for the day. Instead I laid back down, and decided to send Sarah a message. Just a quick 'I love you' and 'thanks for coming over'.
When I hit send, I heard a 'ding'. Which was surely a coincidence. So I sent another message, just a heart. 'Ding'. What? Did Sarah leave her phone here? I walked out into the living room to look for it, turning on my flashlight and scanning around. Nope, no other phones.
"Ignore it bitch." I heard Dane say. "You're mine still."
That caught my attention. That was too convenient to be nothing. So I crept up to the bedroom door and pressed my ear to it. I could hear a bit more clear, the sound of skin-on-skin fucking, the low moans of a girl trying to keep herself quiet, and Dane grunting on top of her. Another smack, and another high-pitch whine that sank into moaning. And another smack. And another.
"Stop- Hurts" Came a familiar voice.
"It's fine bitch." Dane grunted, another smack. "You love it."
"Shut- Up. Fuck." She gasped with each word.
I couldn't mistake that voice. I don't think so, not even this drunk. Mentally the picture formed. Dane, naked and standing over a girl. On her hands and knees, ass in the air, red welts forming from her repeated spankings. Dane pushing his cock into her and she moans, burying her face into the blankets. He starts to fuck, and she pushes back to meet him. She wants him to cum inside her. Sarah was begging for it.
