The afterparty was in full swing. My friend was hosting, and I had had to stay at work longer than I'd hoped so I was arriving late. The air in my lungs vibrated with the heavy bass kicks as I stepped into the house. I walked through the kitchen, greeting some people I knew as I did, and stopped at the top of the stairs to the basement. I could see bodies writhing against each other down below, appearing to move in stop motion as a strobe light flashed. The faint smell of weed and beer that permeated the house intensified as I walked down into the gloom, joining my body to the throbbing mass already moving with the music.
Inside the crowd, all the sensations I had experienced at the top of the stairs were amplified and sharply pronounced. In the middle of the room a space had been cleared for the dancers, who swayed and sang along to every song with raucous abandon, despite the sticky floor and abundance of crushed plastic cups underfoot.
Next to the staircase, a folding table had been set up and loaded with bottles of liquor, soda, and juice. Fresh cups spilled onto the table out of a half empty bag, and people occasionally fought their way over to refill or grab drinks for friends. A cooler under the table chilled cans of beer in ice that had mostly melted into cold water. The large steel trashcan had been optimistically placed next to the table, and the floor around it was littered with empty cups and cans.
Lining the edges of the basement were couches and chairs, supplemented by a couple small coffee tables. Here people sat near each other, hip to hip, shouting to be heard over the music. Some smoked, contributing to the pungent haze that thickened the air. Others, having abandoned all attempts at audible conversation, kissed with passion, speaking to each other with exploratory hands and probing tongues.
On the far wall, opposite the stairs, a sliding glass door had been opened to give access to the yard beyond. The grassy space was ringed by a thick clutch of tall trees, isolating it from the rest of the world. Smaller groups of people, having escaped into the cool spring air to talk and drink away from the heat inside, were scattered around the yard. That was where I headed, pushing and twisting my way through the dancers, and stepping over the extended legs of people splayed out on the couches.
The largest of the groups outside had gathered around another folding table, where a game of beer pong was nearing its end. I spotted my girlfriend Liz and our friend Yara playing against two women I didn't know. The two other women seemed to be more focused on each other than the game, and barely noticed as Liz's ball splashed down into their last cup. As people crowded around the table to set it up for another round, I caught sight of the losing team drifting off together toward the trees on the edge of the yard.
I had introduced Liz and Yara to each other, and although Yara had initially been a bit cold to Liz, she had eventually warmed up to my girlfriend and now they were almost inseparable.
Liz was the shorter of the two by half a foot. Her wavy blonde hair bound back into two long French braids that ran down the middle of her back. The light from the inside reflected off her emerald eyes and briefly lit the freckles that covered her cheeks and the bridge of her nose. She was rubenesque and beautiful. Her tight jeans and shirt revealed her ample curves. Big pillowy breasts tapered into a narrower waist which widened out into strong and succulent hips and a perfect round ass. She flashed me a sharp smile when she caught sight of me and nudged Yara to get her attention.
Yara had rich, light brown skin and warm eyes so dark they looked black. She kept her dark hair short, and it hung in straight down to her jawline, framing her face on either side. She was slimmer than Liz, with clear muscle definition on her strong arms and legs. Her high, perky breasts and toned ass loosely covered in a cropped sleeveless shirt and athletic shorts.
I waved at Liz and Yara and they waved back and began to walk my way when they saw me. Liz took the last three steps at a run, and I barely had time to brace myself as she leapt onto me and wrapped her legs around my waist. My hands came up to hold her thighs and hers to cradle the sides of my face as she pressed her lips to mine.
She pulled back for a moment.
"I've been waiting for you" she whispered huskily into my ear before leaning back in. A hint of tongue teased its way into my mouth, and I responded in kind. The party faded as I savored the softness of her lips, the closeness of our embrace, and the warmth of her body against mine.
The spell was broken as Yara spoke, "Get a room guys."
We broke apart and turned our heads to look at her. Liz giggled and turned back to me then whispered, loud enough that I was worried Yara could hear:
"What do you think Mark? Maybe we should get a room."
I knew Yara had heard as she pursed her lips and looked away. Feeling bad for making her uncomfortable I put Liz down.
"Later Liz," I murmured "let's not leave Yara all alone."
"No no, don't let me stop you" said Yara, with more than a hint of sarcasm, "I see some friends of mine anyway."
Liz didn't need more invitation. She grabbed my hand and dragged me off. I barely had time to give Yara an apologetic shrug before I was pulled inside.
I followed Liz back through the press of bodies, and up the stairs. Through the kitchen and into the hallway that led to the bedrooms.
We tried two of the three bedroom doors. One was locked, and the second we avoided because of the moans we heard coming from the room behind it. The third door was locked as well, and we were about to give up hope when we heard someone calling from behind us.
"Where are you guys going?"
I turned to find my friend Sam. This was his house and his party, and, I realized belatedly, his room we were trying to get in to.
"Uh, just trying to get away from everyone for a bit you know, just to chill for a sec" I said.
"Yea we totally just want to chill for a second. We're not going to be doing anything else, I promise," added Liz coyly.
He looked between us and the door skeptically before reaching into his pocket.
"Here," he said with a resigned sigh, "just lock the door again when you're done."
Sam tossed me a set of keys before turning and walking away.
"Thanks Sammy!" Liz called after him as I turned and unlocked the door.
"And clean up after yourselves!" he called back without turning around.
Liz followed me through and closed the door behind us and we kicked off our shoes before diving at each other. She tackled me onto the bed in the center of the room, and as I fell backwards she straddled me, kissing me deeply and reaching down to squeeze me through my pants.
She gave me a vulpine grin and began to run her hand up and down the outside of my pants, her deft fingers teasing me with enough pressure to make me shiver, but not nearly as much as I wanted.
I brought my hands up to the hem of her shirt and pulled it upward. For a moment her head and arms were tangled up in the cloth and I took the opportunity to lean in and press kisses from her neck down to her chest, my hands going to her back to unclasp her bra. As she freed herself, the bra fell off her as well, and her beautiful pillowy breasts spilled free.
They were as pale as her skin, and capped with large, dark pink nipples. I grabbed one and felt the nipple stiffen as my fingers brushed over it. Encouraged, I brought my head up and took the nipple in my mouth, gently sucking and swirling with my tongue. The soft skin was soon slick with saliva, and I switched my mouth to the other nipple. Meanwhile, my hand came up and continued the work my mouth had begun, softly pinching and teasing in a way I knew drove her crazy
Liz moaned a little as I continued, and I felt her hips grind into me involuntarily as my hand and mouth coordinated to drive her to new heights of arousal.
I felt her hands grasp my shirt and had to pull back as she lifted it off me. She pushed me back on the bed and ran her teeth down the side of my neck, sending lightning coursing through my body from the point of contact. She trailed kisses, and the occasional nibble, down the front of my chest and stomach before undoing my belt and zipper and yanking at my pants. I lifted my hips to help, and, in a moment, I was completely naked.
Liz's eyes flashed mischievously, and she resumed her kisses. This time she did not stop at my stomach but continued down until she had run kisses all the way up my length. The soft, light press of her lips was driving me wild and just as I was about to ask her --no-- beg her to touch me, she opened her mouth and enveloped me.
The sensation was incredible. Hot and wet, she was clamping down on me with suction and using her tongue to add pressure exactly where she knew I needed it. We stayed like that for a while, Liz bobbing her head up and down and me frozen with pleasure. The soft wet sounds she was making only added to my arousal, and I never wanted this to stop.
Positioned as we were, with me sitting on the edge of the bed and Liz kneeling on the ground in front of me with her back to the door, I was the only one who could see the door gently swing open a little, as if a light breeze had pushed it. I was torn, on the one hand Liz was making me feel amazing and I didn't want to stop her, on the other, we had clearly forgotten to lock the door behind us and now anyone could stumble in on us.
Before I could make a decision, a familiar pair of warm dark eyes peeked around the slightly ajar door. It was Yara.
Our eyes met and she held my gaze. I had thought she had opened the door by mistake but as she stood there, watching, I could see the desire written in her face. Without breaking eye contact with Yara I put a hand on Liz's shoulder to stop her ministrations.
"Liz," I said, "it looks like we have a guest."
Liz turned around, covering her chest with her hands as best she could, and started when she saw Yara's head poking around the door.
"Yara?" she said, "what are you doing here?"
"Oh, um, I was just looking for you guys" Yara blurted, snapping her head back out into the hallway, "but now I've found you and you're clearly busy so I'll just-- I'll just leave you to it then."
Liz tuned back towards me and winked, her smile was sharp and sly.
"Wait, Yara" she said. The door cracked back open and Yara's face reemerged.
"Were you watching us?" asked Liz.
"What! No, of course not why would you even ask that," replied Yara quickly, turning red.
Liz dropped her hands from her chest. "Don't lie to me Yara, I thought we were best friends? You were watching us, weren't you?" she said teasingly.
