Cisco and Krissy Show Off At A Rave, and then...
One night, two threesomes: MDMA Releases Many Inhibitions.
*All characters in this story are above age eighteen.
TW: Hard drug use.
Since the night of her summer homecoming party, when Krissy Nguyen, along with her brother's teammate Cisco, and two of his lacrosse teammates had performed sexually as a lurid foursome in front of Krissy's friends, she and Cisco had been texting.
Krissy had no interest in Cisco's friends, Jon and Chris. She had sucked their cocks, while fucking Cisco, for reasons entirely unrelated to her own desires. Although, truth be told, it had been fun: servicing three cocks at once while her best friends all watched had been powerfully erotic. Watching those boys knees buckle under the ministrations of Krissy's tongue, indeed, watching their wills buckle under the mere prospect of it, was amazing. Using her sexuality to regain control of a situation that earlier had gotten away from her made Krissy feel powerful and smart. And having them bathe her torso in all of their semen just cemented for her what she already knew: she loved come -- the feel, the taste, the sight of it. The more, the better.
If she had no interest in the other two boys, Cisco was another matter entirely. Krissy had a little crush. Krissy suspected that Cisco might be dumb as a brick, but he was also drop dead gorgeous -- tall, tanned, muscular, chiseled features, long dark eyelashes rimming his deep brown eyes. And his penis was like no other she had ever touched -- ten inches? Eleven? She had no idea, but when it was inside of her, Krissy had felt epically and euphorically full, and every cell and nerve in her vagina felt stimulated and stretched. It reminded her of that sensation right before swallowing, when one's mouth is completely full of something utterly delicious.
After that night by the pool, Krissy was determined that she and Cisco would be having more fun together over the course of the summer. She tried to contain her excitement when Cisco texted her.
Cisco: Rave in SF Friday Wanna go?
Krissy: Y! Deets?
Cisco: Pk you up at 9? It's a warehouse thing SOMA
Cisco: Will book a hotel in SF so we don't have 2 drive back L8
Krissy: Whoz spinning?
Cisco: Bunch of int'l dudes I never heard of -- but people vouch. Hard core euro EDM
Krissy: Attire?
Cisco: None j/k - whatever U want -- it's inside so will be hot
Krissy: So skimpy. Got it. It's a date. CU Fri. Send me a link so I can check out the DJs
Cisco: 👍🏼
What a great way to end my first week home from college, Krissy thought. She loved EDM, and she loved dancing. Beyond that, there was nowhere better to purge her inhibitions than a huge warehouse dance party, scantily attired, with hundreds of strangers.
When Friday morning rolled around, Krissy once again shaved the stubble on her mound. Until four days prior, Krissy had never shaved her pubic hair at all. Then her BFF Cayleigh had shaved Krissy bald and smooth as part of their "juicy pussy contest" earlier in the week. Krissy liked the soft clean look, and the way her clitoris and labia, no longer concealed beneath a thatch of straight dark pubic hair, would swell and peak out to reveal themselves when she became aroused. However, Krissy also had begun to doubt the sustainability of the maintenance. Shaving every other day was just a pain. For tonight, though, total hair removal was indicated. As he had earlier in the week, Krissy's 18-year-old brother Kimo helped her with the harder to reach parts close to her taint and on the inside edges of the lips of her vulva. She thanked him as always with a hug and a kiss on the forehead.
In her room, trying to select a wardrobe for the rave, Krissy was aware of how little time she'd spent in clothes that week. She'd been dressed at the start of her party, but not by the end of it! She'd gotten dressed (barely -- only wearing a short dress and flip flops) when she and Kimo had left the house to eat and run an errand. Other than that, Krissy hadn't put on a stitch of clothing since her parents had left on their vacation. Kimo, likewise, was embracing the freedom of his own nudity, and the two of them along with Cayleigh (who seemed to be spending more and more time at the Nguyens' house, not that anyone was complaining) were enjoying the liberated naturist life while Krissy and Kimo's parents were away.
After donning and doffing half a dozen different options, Krissy settled on a little party thong for the bottom. It was sewn from stretchy metallic gold fabric, with a narrow strip between the legs and up the front, three parallel straps around each hip, and a mere string in the back that threaded between the cheeks of her ass. Krissy moved on to her options for a top: a halter, a little bikini top with triangles in the front, or any number of lacy bras. Then Krissy remembered that she had a pair of blue, sequined, stick-on, heart-shaped pasties with little gold bows that she had bought for Coachella three years earlier. At the time, only sixteen years old, she was still somewhat shy, and the pasties were a check she was not yet prepared to cash. But today was a new day, and shyness was no longer Krissy's issue. She felt pride at having had the foresight to keep the pasties.
Krissy stood before her bedroom mirror in her blue platform Chuck Taylors, the little gold thong, and her glittery blue pasties that covered nothing but her nipples. She admired the look: sexy, fuckable, fit, bold, strong. Perhaps with some irony, in order to embrace a modicum of modesty until reaching the rave, Krissy grabbed the same cotton dress she had worn to run errands with Kimo earlier in the week and pulled it over her head.
Cisco texted Krissy that he was outside. She strapped on a little fanny pack to hold her ID and her phone, bolted down the stairs, gave her brother Kimo -- sitting naked on the sofa playing video games as usual -- a kiss on the top of his head, and walked outside to hop into Cisco's car.
"Nice fucking ride!" Krissy said, settling into the passenger seat of Cisco's black BMW.
"It's my dad's." Cisco confessed.
"Nice that he lets you drive it, though!" Krissy responded as she began to fiddle with the stereo controls, looking for a good song.
"I don't know why I imagined you'd wear something more revealing." Cisco commented on Krissy's cotton dress as he drove towards the freeway onramp for the one-hour drive from Palo Alto to San Francisco.
"That's because when you met me, I was naked and playing sex games." Krissy joked. "Anyway -- the dress is only for the drive." She said, lifting the hem to show off her shiny gold thong.
"Nice!" Said Cisco, admiring Krissy's smooth thighs and flat belly. He gave a gentle command, "You should take it all off for the ride up. Show me your stuff!"
"Cisco, we need to talk about something." Krissy said, earnestly.
Cisco asked what, already disappointed that the lurid debauchery of their last encounter was not going to recommence immediately.
"I'm not sure you and your boys are clear on the concept of consent. Cayleigh and I invited you to judge our pussies for the contest, but we did not invite Jon and Chris. But you played along with them when they blackmailed us with nude pics. Nude pics that we also never consented to." Krissy admonished her date.
Cisco, shocked, pushed back, "Come on! You were having fun! Everyone was just playing around, right? I mean, the way you gobbled their cocks afterwards it sure seemed like you were having a good time!"
"I chose to do that." Krissy responded. "Just like I chose to fuck you. But Cayleigh is still describing the experience on the sofa as 'thumb rape' and I can't disagree with her."
"The fuck, Krissy! What are you saying? Are you saying I raped you?" Cisco was indignant.
"You participated in what the lawyers would, I think, call a sexual assault." Krissy admonished. "Look, Cisco -- I'm not going to report you guys or anything like that. I'm not threatening you. But if you and I are going to hang out, I need to know that you understand the difference between yes and no; between enthusiasm and capitulation."
"Capitulation?" Cisco asked, confused at a word that landed well outside his vocabulary.
"It means giving in under duress. My point is that I need to be sure you are not going to try to make me do anything against my will, not ever again." Krissy concluded.
"Man, girls can be such buzz kills. I thought you were a free spirit who just liked to fuck!" Cisco said.
"I am, Cisco." Krissy retorted. "I am a free spirit who likes to fuck. But do you know why girls can be such buzz kills? Do you know why you don't ever find girls who just want to party in your pants 24/7?"
"Because girls aren't as into fucking as guys are?" Cisco guessed.
"Wrong!" Krissy corrected him. "Girls like fucking. Girls like sex. Girls enjoy being wild just as much as guys do. But with the risk of pregnancy, the risk of rape, and the risk of physical violence, it's fucking scary for us in ways that dudes hardly ever have to even think about."
"What do you mean?" Cisco asked, confused.
"Like the other night!" Krissy explained, "Cayleigh and I had dropped all our inhibitions. We were getting mad freaky with our friends. And it was so fun! We could only do that because it was safe. Then you and the lacrosse crew showed up and it wasn't safe anymore. Most girls won't put themselves in that situation in the first place. The risk of getting pregnant, or raped, or beaten, or killed -- it's not worth it."
Cisco drove silently for a moment, letting Krissy's words sink in. "So, did you fuck me because you were scared of me?" He asked.
"No. I fucked you because I wanted to feel that horse cock of yours inside of me." Krissy stroked his ego. "But you can't use coercion to get sex, Cisco. It's wrong. It perpetuates all these problems we're talking about. It's wrong and it hurts people. Plus, you -- of all people -- don't need to."
"What do you mean?" Cisco asked, slow to process the lesson Krissy was trying to teach him.
"I mean you're handsome, and you have a great body, and you have to know that you have an enormous cock." Krissy's ego stroke continued. "And you're an athlete. And popular. Girls will fall all over you. And if you treat them with dignity and respect, even more girls will fall all over you. Do you want girls to fuck you because they're scared that you're going to hurt them, or because they like you?"
"I mean," Cisco replied, "because they like me, duh."
"Well then," Krissy concluded, "be likeable! Don't make threats, make invitations! Don't make demands, make requests and suggestions."
