It was the party that started the whole thing. Justine had been enjoying herself, flirting with the boys, chatting with her girlfriends and having a few drinks. Not many drinks, but enough that she needed some relief later in the evening. So she'd ducked into the house to use the bathroom.
It was a strange house to Justine, and so it wasn't really her fault that she turned the wrong way when leaving the bathroom. She'd only taken a few paces when she realised that she was going the wrong way and turned around to retrace her footsteps.
As she turned her eyes just naturally looked through the open door next to her and she paused, puzzled as to what was going on. Jason was standing there, leaning forward slightly, and then the full scene clarified with an embarrassing suddenness,
Jason was leaning forward with his cock determinedly thrust into a naked girl's pussy. Maria, one of her housemates, noted Justine, while her cheeks flamed bright red. For a few horrified moments Justine couldn't tear her eyes away, but stood there in shock, mouth gaping.
She must have gasped or something, for Jason turned and looked at her. He was laughing at her shock, Justine realised, and then he winked at her. Before she could turn and bolt Jason held up a finger, indicating that she should wait a moment.
While she watched, Jason slowly withdrew from Maria, drawing himself almost fully out and then pausing. With a laugh on his face and a flamboyant gesture, he indicated his erection, inviting her to admire it.
Then, on hearing a squeak from Maria, he slammed back into her, whereupon Maria let out a happy squeal of appreciation. For a few moments Justine stared at the pair of them as Jason played with Maria, while holding Justine in place with his eyes.
Then Justine blinked and bolted, hearing happy little squeals emanating from the bedroom as she fled.
For the rest of the night Justine made sure that where Jason or Maria were, she wasn't. She wondered if Jason had told Maria that she had seen them in action, but decided probably not. Why would he?
She ran into Jason several times over the next week but, apart from smiling broadly at her, he didn't make any comment on the little scenario she had stumbled across.
She had forgotten about the incident by Friday, or if not forgotten, definitely relegated it to the back of her mind. The memory came flooding back when she answered the door, Friday night. Jason was there, presumably calling on Maria, but quite possibly seeing one of the others. She'd heard a few rumours about him and was quite willing to believe that they were all true.
Jason stepped past her into the hall while Justine closed the door. She turned back to the hall and he was still standing there, and she had no room to move. Then he was kissing her, pressing her up against the wall, and his hand was lifting her skirt and pushing her panties to the side and, oh, my god, that cock he had so laughingly displayed to her was pushing into her.
Justine tried to scream in surprise but his mouth was muffling hers, and his cock was surging into her and, in self-defence, her body relaxed and let it come.
Then he was screwing her, thrusting in hard and fast, while her own hips bucked and ground against him. This was not happening, a little voice said. There is no way he has just grabbed you and started raping you right next to your front door, when any of the housemates might appear at any moment.
Oh, yes, this is happening her body shouted at her, desperately impaling itself on that dancing spike. Any sound that Justine might have made was swallowed by Jason as he kissed her roughly, which was fortunate, as she screamed when her climax smashed into her, feeling Jason releasing his seed at the same time.
Then he was stepping away from her, still laughing, damn him, thought Justine as she stood and watched him walk down the hall, shuddering slightly in the aftermath.
"That," thought Justine, as she ducked into the bathroom, "is the fasted sex I've ever had. The man's a maniac. We could've been caught at any second."
Taking her time in the bathroom, Justine eventually joined the others in the kitchen. She absolutely refused to look at Jason. Shortly after Jason departed with Maria, while Justine left to meet up with some friends.
Justine was feeling a little restless that night, and was unable to settle down and just relax with her friends. Eventually she gave up and returned home early. She was sitting in the kitchen, relaxing with a cup of tea when Maria arrived home and strolled into the kitchen, followed closely by Jason. Jason saw her sitting there and gave her a wicked grin.
Maria bustled about, making coffee for herself and Jason, and the three of them sat there talking. Talking a little nervously on Justine's part, teasingly on Jason's and puzzled on Maria's.
Eventually Maria bit.
"Is there something I should know about?" she asked.
Jason laughed. "I'm glad you asked," he said. "There was something I wanted to raise, but I wasn't sure how to broach the subject. You know how last week I took off your clothes and entertained you? Well, we forgot to close the door. When I looked up Justine was standing there watching us."
"I wasn't watching you," protested Justine. "I just happened to be there and the door was open and I couldn't help but see what you were doing."
"Yes, watching, like I said," said Jason. "Now, Maria, I think that it's only fair that you should get a chance to watch while I entertain Justine for a while. Don't you think that's reasonable."
Maria was blushing. "Did you really see Jason and me?" she asked Justine.
At Justine's miserable nod, she giggled.
"God, how embarrassing," she said. "I can just imagine what he was doing at the time." She glanced at Jason, who was sitting there smirking. "Do you really expect me to sit here and watch while you strip Justine and take her?" she asked laughingly.
