Disclaimer
This is a work of fiction.
Any resemblance to any person living or dead is purely coincidental.
You need to read chapters 1-4 to get background on the characters and story.
All fictional characters participating in any fictional sexual activity are 18 years of age or older.
Voyeur, mf, ff, mff, masturbation
Thanks to Vexingvanna for proofreads and edits.
Chapter 5
Thursday morning after the girls left for school, I made my way to the address Kelly had given Linda to give to me. It was a new high-end apartment complex that catered to Millenials and singles nestled in the heart of the city's social nexus. Bars and clubs were scattered among art houses, galleries, and niche bookstores that stayed open late for the party crowd. The apartments were in a building covered in shiny stainless-steel balconies that caught the sun, and housed one of the more popular clubs. I'd like to think that Dennis wouldn't be into this crowd anymore. We'd done more than our fair share of partying when we were younger. I know I got it all out of my system before Brenda came along.
Well, I thought I did anyway.
Carrie and I had made the commitment to each other long before I proposed. I knew she was the love of my life, and I couldn't imagine an existence without her, but we were still young and hormone driven. She was a classic extrovert who drew energy from other people; the more, the better. She was drawn to a party like a moth to a flame. I wasn't so much into crowds, but I was into her, so wherever she went, I followed. I knew she loved me and I was secure in that love.
As I finished my senior year, the big Greek Bash--a year-end party--was coming. I never pledged, but it was important for the girls to attend. The last party was something of a legend on campus, as the campus police had to respond to multiple complaints of noise and public indecency during past parties, so we were excited about the possibilities of this one. I wasn't the party jock, like Dennis, but I knew how to have a good time, and I was going home with the best looking girl on campus, so I didn't have a problem with attending.
It was a blow-out all right. Everyone who was anyone was there. The entire basketball team was there; some with dates, and some stag. The football players and cheerleaders were clustered together in a raucous crowd dancing to the noise blaring from the huge speakers. Every flat surface was littered with red Solo cups and beer bottles. Soon, the chairs were covered with articles of outer clothing. It didn't take long before the party began to segment into those drinking to get drunk, those looking for more sedate environs to converse, and those looking to hook up anywhere that was handy.
I don't remember drinking that much--I rarely ever did--but by the time the party was going good, I was feeling no pain. It seems that my red solo cup was always full. Dennis started out glued to my side as the evening began, but soon I was in a group of jocks all alone. While the evening was a blur from that point on, I do remember clearly seeing Dennis, Kelly, and Carrie dancing in a group of people.
Carrie was always a vision. Tonight, she was wearing a hardon-inspiring dress that grabbed everyone's attention, and I couldn't help the desire to take her right then. I sidled my way up to her, trying in vain to keep a rhythm and probably failing miserably, but I didn't care. Carrie squealed when I grabbed her from behind and told her I had to have her right then.
"Barry, stop," she laughed and swatted my hand from her ass before throwing her arms around me. "At least wait until we get back to your place."
"Oh, but you are too hot for me to wait, my dear." I nuzzled her neck and slipped my hand from her waist to her breast, unencumbered by a bra under her loose dress. "I have been watching you all night just waiting until I could take you home."
"Geeze, guys," Dennis said. "Get a room!"
"I'm trying," I said laughing.
"You shouldn't worry about them," Kelly slurred. "You have more than you can handle with me anyway." She reached out and grabbed his crotch, but it was so crowded with everyone pressing in on all sides, no one could probably see what she did. She grabbed his face with her other hand and brought him down for a scorching kiss. "We should go," she said, catching her breath. "I want more of that."
She grabbed his hand and led all of us off the dance floor toward the great room of the house. There, we saw something that stopped us for a few moments. As with the first party we attended together so long ago, there was an orgy underway in the room. We weren't as shocked as we were the first time, but it was still a surprise. The head cheerleader was living up to her title by alternating sucking three hard cocks presented to her. Her big hair bounced as her head moved back and forth, while her hands jacked off the two cocks not between her lips. Three other girls were engaged with three guys in a daisy chain that started on the couch and spilled out onto the floor. No one was entirely naked, but no one was fully dressed either. Some girls' tops were pulled up or open, guys pants were tangled around ankles, and one couple was obviously fucking, even though no flesh was visible. Her skirt was covering their union.
One of the jocks backed away from the cheerleader and grabbed a girl who had been standing next to us and, without saying a word, ripped her dress off and lifted her tiny body up until her legs draped over his shoulders while he stood there with his face in her pussy. She didn't offer one word of opposition, and was soon grunting and moaning to his efforts. The girl's date dropped his pants, stepped up, and offered his cock to the cheerleader, who sucked it in without missing a beat. Another of the jocks fixed his eyes on Carrie, who was standing next to me, her nipples flared under her blouse and her face flushed with excitement. She looked primed to fuck, and while I didn't think she would consciously cheat on me, I know how she gets when she gets too excited. Before he could get to his feet, I pulled her away. "Let's go."
I was in no shape to drive, but Dennis seemed okay. In hindsight, none of us belonged behind the wheel, but this was before the maturity of age showed the errors of youth. We made it to my apartment, but Kelly was out on her feet before we opened the door. Dennis carried her to the couch while Carrie and I kissed and necked our way to my room. I wasn't too concerned with whether Dennis was getting any from Kelly or not. I had a hard on and I had Carrie. Everything was fine in my world as I kicked the door shut.
Once we were on the bed, I kissed her neck from the edge of her earlobe to the hollow of her collarbone. She always loved it when I nibbled in that space and then ran my tongue along the muscle of her shoulder. My attentions were rewarded with a deep sigh as she ran her fingers through my hair.
She pressed her hand on my chest and pushed me off her long enough to get out of her clothes. I shucked my shirt and jeans in record time and was right back on top of her as she lay back down, our lips joined in a battle of tongues. I could feel the hard tips of her nipples pressing into my chest and I reached my hand up to cup the swell of her breast. I was nestled between her spread thighs and I could feel the heat of her pussy on my lower abdomen and her juices leaking out, making both of us damp.
Her kisses were almost frantic, like she wanted to devour me. I was just as hungry for her. The fire that was burning between us threatened to utterly consume me, and I began to feel dizzy. If I were anywhere else, with anyone else, I might have been concerned about the sensation. Since I was with Carrie, and I was horny, I just went with it, even though I was feeling disconnected from reality. I could sense touch, and heat, but I couldn't think straight. I felt her reach between us and grab my cock, pulling it to her. The heat from her hand was almost as hot as I felt, and the sensation traveled from my balls to the tips of my toes and back to my head as her fingers smeared the precum that was oozing from my cock head. I slipped up and felt the moisture from her labia on my cock as she rubbed the spongy head over her clit. I could hear the sound of her wetness splashing as she beat her clit with my cock, barely dipping into the open lips to catch more of her juices before drumming on it again. When I had had enough, I surged forward with my hips, burying myself inside her tunnel, making her gasp.
"YES!" She cried out as her pussy seared my cock.
I pulled back and slammed forward again, drawing another "YES!"
Each time I lunged into her, she rewarded me with another "YES!" Slam. "YES!" Slam. "YES!"
I felt her hands on my ass, as though she was trying to pull all of me inside her. "Fuck me harder! Give it to me. Yes!"
