Disclaimer: All characters mentioned are at least 18 years of age despite the story taking place in high school.
Author's Note: This is an ongoing anthology. I highly recommend that you read the previous chapters to fully enjoy this one. This chapter in particular is a direct continuation of Chapter 12. It will help establish context, but if you insist on starting with this chapter, here are some key points:
Early in his senior year, Scott discovered that he can foresee sexual encounters through premonitions that come with proximity to his potential partners. He has found others with the same ability and learned to extend his powers to influence others and sense their emotional/sexual states.
Enjoy!
Chapter 13: The Afterparty
My senior year in high school exceeded all expectations. Before the first day of school, I only hoped to survive the year with high enough grades to get into the college of my choice. Have a few parties with the friends I had accrued over the year, but mostly just hang. If I got lucky, then I would lose my virginity before I left for college.
All of those moderate expectations disintegrated when Malory walked into my history class on the first day of school. That day I discovered I could predict the future. At least when it came to sex.
Since then, I have learned to do so much more. I can now persuade people to participate in activities they fantasize about but are afraid to try for real. Further, I can read their minds, exploring what those fantasies are. Both are precious gifts, especially for a high school boy.
Throughout the year, I had my fun. There was more sex and women than I could have dreamed up. My sexual exploits started with Malory and ranged from friends to strangers to my history teacher. Once with her husband watching.
I can't forget my best friend's ex... and his mom. The latter of which he did not know, and I planned to keep it that way. It was bad enough when he found out about his ex. I could only imagine what picturing me giving it to his mom would do.
Amid my personal escapades, I teamed up with some of the girls to start a porn company. We cultivated an eager group of girls, all well compensated for their abilities. At first, they filmed with boys from our school, but eventually, we moved on to men from around town, including one male teacher.
All this had culminated in prom night. Unofficially the end of the school year, even if a few weeks of classes remained. Graduation was for the parents, while prom was for us. It was our time to let go and have one last blowout before we ventured into the real world.
The dance itself was not that much fun. I did, however, have a great time in a hotel room during part of it. The can't miss events were the afterparties. The parents usually let us go wild, with only the slightest of oversight. My best friend Devin was hosting our group of friends, plus everyone who thought they had a better shot of getting laid because I was there. My reputation had gotten around, and everyone knew that wherever I went, sex followed.
From close friends to people we barely knew, Devin's party was packed. He had gone with a masquerade theme, even going so far as to buy cheap masks for those that showed up without one. It was a fun idea, and it also turned up the dial on the sexual tension.
Despite the masks actually doing very little to hide people's identity, they provided people with more courage. Even in the relatively early hours, people were making moves they usually wouldn't, from hitting on long sought after crushes to stripping down to their underwear, with a few already in their birthday suits.
It was the end of high school. What was there to lose? If you got shot down, you only have a few more weeks to deal with the embarrassment. It was the perfect time to let go. We might never get an opportunity with such few consequences ever again.
Whether it was the masks, the ample amounts of alcohol, or the smell of sex in the air, everyone was in the mood to get wild. The rest of the seniors seemed to have caught up to what I had been experiencing all year. When you accept that everyone is horny, it makes it a lot easier to get laid.
I was looking for Jackie. We separated soon after arriving, as I got whisked away to do shots with appreciative fans. Now sufficiently lubricated, I wanted to have some sensual fun of my own. Jackie seemed like the logical choice, as I had promised her that I would show her a good time tonight.
The only problem was that I could not find her. It was as if she had vanished into thin air. No one at the party had seen her in over an hour. I was starting to wonder if she had left. Was being at her ex's too much? If so, I would have assumed that she would have said something to me. Plus, we had been with Devin all evening, and it had not seemed like a problem.
There was plenty to entertain me as I searched. In the living room, Ashley was dancing on the coffee table as a group looked on. It was mostly guys, but there were a handful of girls appreciating her moves as well. It was more likely her body they were admiring, as her moves, while sensual, were taking a back seat to the skin she was showing.
Long gone was her prom dress, leaving her with a matching bra and thong set that complemented her intricate mask. As she swayed her hips, her hands played with the remaining fabric, teasing its removal. Her fingers slipped into the waistband of her panties as she pushed them down, far enough to see that she was clean-shaven but not so far as to see her slit.
Her hands slid up her body, cupping her breasts, squeezing until they were about to pop from her bra, before raising them above her head and dancing some more. She slid, first one then the other, bra strap off her shoulders, teasing her audience even more with the promise of seeing her tits.
I watched as she finally allowed the cups of her bra to slip below her breasts, her nipples exposed to her adoring fans. The crowd, which had grown in size, whooped in appreciation. Ashley smiled at the attention as she unhooked her bra and tossed it to a lucky guy.
She continued to dance, again teasing the removal of her panties, but she held back, knowing that she had the audience mesmerized, not wanting to break the spell too early. Many of those watching had slipped their hands into their pants, unabashedly playing with themselves.
As I moved on in search of Jackie, I saw Ashley pull a shirtless boy on stage. She ground her ass into his crotch before she instructed him to remove his pants. Soon she was joined by two other guys, all in their underwear. I knew that Ashley had her choice of men for the evening, probably to settle on more than one.
I made my way outside. The Costa's had a spacious backyard with plenty of hidden spots to make out, or more. Devin and Virginia were busy kissing and groping each other. Devin's hand had found its way under Virginia's prom dress. It was vanilla compared to the activities surrounding them.
Virginia had not changed clothes, along with about have the girls present. The others had exchanged the formalwear for something more casual, or, in the case of the three cheerleaders, nothing at all. I moved on, not wanting to make Devin feel uncomfortable.
The buxom blonde cheerleaders, Becky, Jessica, and Kristin, were happily naked, along with their dates. The six of them, along with some blankets, had set up shop on the lawn. It was too dark to see who was who, but it appeared they were thoroughly enjoying each other's company.
Moans of pleasure filled the air, and from what I could distinguish, Jessica was getting spit roasted while Becky and Kristin sat on the remaining guy. One on his cock and one on his face. It could have been any arrangement, as all three girls looked alike in the best lighting. All I knew was that it looked like a good time.
The two guys filling Jessica's holes had obviously done this before. They knew how to sync their thrust so that Jessica was not tossed back and forth like a rag doll. Instead, she was simultaneously impaled from each end, their balls slapping against her chin and clit at the same time.
Her breasts swayed from the impacts, begging the guy in front to grab them. He refused to do so. Probably trying his hardest not to cum before his mate that was fucking her from behind. That guy showed more initiative as he let a dollop of spit drop from his mouth onto Jessica's asshole. He spread it around before he pushed his thumb into her ass, a moan escaping her cock filled mouth.
Becky and Kristin were facing each other, both grinding their cunts on the mystery boy beneath them. Their tongues danced with each other's as their hands massaged their breasts. They twisted and pulled on the other's nipples as they had begged me to do during our previous encounters.
Engrossed with each other, the boy below them was inconsequential. They were using him for his tongue and cock. He could have been anyone. All they wanted was for him to act as their drudge while they played with each other. Having been where he was, I am sure that he did not mind.
Deep into the shadows, I found Alevia and Cynthia. They had both changed into pajama bottoms and tank tops, but they were threatening to remove those at any moment. They had fully taken to each other, at least for the night.
Their hands were all over each other as they kissed. Alevia had an arm up Cynthia's shirt, eagerly massaging her breasts, while Cynthia was fishing down the front of Alevia's sweats.
Despite her self-proclaimed shyness, Cynthia had figured out how to please a woman in a hurry. Alevia moaned into her mouth as she worked away below the belt. Alevia, to her credit, was not passing up the opportunity to play with the best set of tits at our school.
I turned to continue my quest for Jessica. I did not want to disrupt the two girls, particularly with Cynthia getting what she had fancied all year. Cynthia, noticing me, had other plans.
"Want to join us?" Cynthia panted before I could sneak away.
I knew she was open to sharing Alevia with a guy, but I had not thought she would be the one to invite it. I had considered using my powers of persuasion on her later in the evening. I wanted to respect her boundaries, but her massive chest had been calling my name since I saw it in the limo.
