After they'd all gone home from the party, just Bennie, Jay, and I remained. We were all stoned and drunk. Me, the love of my life, and a virgin boy, all stoned, all pissed, all sleeping in the same room. What could possibly go wrong? Or right?
***
I dressed at the pace of a stoned sloth. After buttoning up and ensuring I was identical to before, I walked all the way to the ground floor to catch some fresh air in the garden. I needed to get rid of the bright red flush of two orgasms. The cold hit my nipples the moment I opened the back door, making them stand at attention again. A breeze crept along the damp grass and insinuated itself into my dress. Oh, I thought, forgot the knickers.
I stood for a few minutes listening to the rock music coming from our room above the garden.
I walked back into the room as another Status Quo song began, but only one person danced. No longer wearing her baggy t-shirt, and sporting a tantalisingly small black bra, Lisa was attempting to bop while peeling down her jeans, revealing a matching pair of impossibly small, fanny-hugging panties. I was in shock, as was everyone else, it seemed. Looking around, most people were standing. Steph and Little Dave had moved to the couch, while Jay and Suzie sat in the spot they had vacated, leaning against the wall. They were no longer chatted since Jay was staring up at the animated interloper. As drunk and stoned as she was, Lisa stepped out of the jeans and carried on stomping. This turned into a rude version of a hand jive, which I hadn't seen before. It involved two forearm jerks right, two left, a side-snake lunge of the right leg with two hands sliding down the thigh twice, a repeat on the left, then two strokes of the crotch leaning to one side, then a repeat on the other. All to the beat of Quo's twelve-bar-blues.
She turned around, pointing her arse at Jay while she bent over, resuming the stomp, hands on hips, twisting from side to side, then upright. She performed a kind of pirouette to face Jay and continued with the dance the X-rated hand-jive. There was no hiding her lithe form as someone had turned on the two standard lamps.
Instead of two arm jerks on either side, she reached up her back and unfastened her bra, still keeping the rhythm, which impressed the hell out of me. As she dropped into a side snake to stroke her thigh, the bra dropped to the floor. As she stood upright for the simulated masturbation, she revealed a pair of proportionately small tits that were reminiscent of Pam's. They didn't even wobble as she leaned back and twisted into the stomp. Her small tits created the illusion of massive erect nipples with dark brown areolae. Jay's eyes fixed on them as she leaned over to perform the forward part of the dance again.
She's calling my fucking bluff, I thought. She was trying to get Jay by stripping naked in front of him. Everyone rooted to the spot, silent, watching her. Men and women. I looked around but could not see Julie.
Lisa pirouetted again, her back to Jay and carried on with the dance, as the new Quo track started. While she danced with her hands on her hips, her thumbs slid into the waistband of the only garment that remained. As the stomp leaned forward, her hands guided the panties down her legs until she was almost doubled over. Boy, was she supple! Reaching her ankles, displaying her vulva to the ideally positioned Jay like a mare in heat, she dipped her knees, allowing her to push the knickers to her feet. It was, I admitted to myself, quite a pretty vulva with wisps if brown hair showing and I surprised myself that I found it arousing. If it was arousing to me, the boys must have been creaming their undies. As if to support my theory, I cast a look over at Big Dave, who had both hands in his pockets and was not so subtly stroking his erection. Everyone had holes in their jeans pockets in those days.
I watched with envy at her youthful confidence and wished I had the courage to emulate her, apart from the bit where she tried to hook someone's fiancé; I could never do that. Unrolling her spine, vertebra by vertebra, she stepped one foot out and then high kicked the underwear across the room. Feet apart, she continued resumed the hand-jive, now fully naked and giving the lads in front a glorious display, no doubt.
She pirouetted again, displaying that her crotch sported only a fine down of hair. Trimmed or just naturally sparse? I wondered. She eyed Jay's crotch, then stared at me, grinning the grin of a smug bitch; albeit a smug bitch that had yet to reach her twenties. I looked at Jay and his very obvious hard on. My anger bubbled.
Hands on hips, she bent forward, swishing her body side to side and giving the rest of the room a less explicit version of the view that Jay had just experienced, while Jay stared at her unmoving tits. Back to the obscene dance, she spread her legs wide, displaying her engorged clitoris and full lips like a Sheila Nagog carving, before covering them with her flat hands for the now not-so-fake fingering.
Turning again, her legs still wide, and danced the forward twist of the stomp, providing a rear display of a cunt that any man would want to bury his cock in.
What the fuck am I doing? I thought. I'm encouraging this. Prancing up to Jay, I pulled him from the floor and planted a full, passionate kiss on his more than welcoming lips. I became conscious that Larry's taste may still be on me, but Jay didn't seem to notice, or care, if he did.
Lisa was still dancing, though it had turned into a nondescript, hippy like trance. I was furious, which turned me on once again.
Emboldened and aroused by my aggression, I unfastened the last four blue buttons as I shouted, "This is much easier, you stupid little child," and pulled my dress wide open, spreading it like wings, as everyone gasped.
"Fucking Hell, San!" It was Larry calling across the room, as if he hadn't just seen me even more naked than this, though, admittedly, my nipples were even stiffer now than when his tongue had explored them - I blamed the cold. Storm cheered, staring at my fanny. Big Dave applauded and everyone joined in. Bennie's eyes flicked from my prominent points to my flaps and back. I imagined he preferred my voluptuous nakedness to Lisa's; though the likelihood was that I was wrong. I didn't care.
I turned to Jay, pushed him against the wall and snogged his gob off, to the rhythm of more cheers. My hand went to his straining erection and pumped at it. Lifting my leg high to his waist, I grabbed his hand and place it in my bare breast for him to play with my bullet, doubly aroused by Larry and the chill breeze and maybe a little by Lisa's display. I stopped massaging him, remembering that I'd promised to fuck his brains out later. Well, I promised myself.
I turned back to the still naked Lisa. "That's how you do it, you fucking amateur." Turning to Steph, I said, "G'is a hand, Steph."
"What the fuck!" Shouted Julie, who had just come through the door. Denis stood right behind her, up close. How the fuck does a sleaze-bag like him do it? I thought.
"No! No! No!" Lisa called while moving towards her clothes.
I grabbed her arm as Steph stood up. "No, you don't. Grab her other arm, Steph." She obeyed, and we marched her towards the door, where Dennis was still standing, eyes fixed on Lisa's nakedness.
"No. Please don't." Lisa remembered my threat. Through the door, we just dropped her naked body on the floor. I wasn't about to throw a naked and drunken woman down the stairs. What sort of monster do you take me for? "Get out of here you fucking little s..." I stopped, unable to use the word even to insult Lisa. "Only room for one of us to behave like that, and it's my house!"
I closed and locked the door, as she stood up and started knocking. "Give me my clothes," she begged.
"Come on, San," Julie pleaded for her. "Let her have her clothes."
"There's a phone under the stairs. Please get her home before I really lose it." I was on fire. The realisation that aggression aroused me was so new, I was confused. I realised I was still flashing my bits and buttoned up in double quick time.
"Ah, eh, San!" Storm piped up. "I was enjoying that."
"Another time, eh?"
"Really?" Called Jay.
"Well, I think that's enough for tonight, anyway."
"I meant..."
"I know!"
By now, Steph had collected Lisa's clothes, and Julie took them out to her. We didn't see them again that night. A few others left as well. Notably, Steph and Little Dave. "Thanks for the support there, Steph." I gave her a hug. Moving away, I said, "You know, Steph. You are absolutely gorgeous and you wear that dress well. You know what would make it a thousand times more stunning?"
"What?"
"If you wore it without any underwear."
"Jesus, San. I could never do that."
"Yes, you could."
I hugged her again and, as I moved to kiss her cheek, she turned her head to kiss mine, and we ended up lips to lips. We broke off the hug, embarrassed, unable to look at each other. I gave her partner a hug as well. They left. We didn't speak of that kiss until many years later.
Bennie tried to rise from the floor, but staggered onto the couch, possibly hampered a little by the erection he'd developed. "Shit!" he said. "I'm all dizzy. I didn't drink that much."
"That'll be the cannabis," I advised.
"But I didn't smoke any."
"There's a load of smoke in the atmosphere. That'll be it."
