Tate tried to hold a simple ballet position she learned when she was 10. At 23, with a little alcohol and a lot of pot in her system, she kept falling over, giggling. Aaron, her boyfriend, laughed along with everyone else at the party.
"Come on, Aaron. Help me. Show these guys what I'm trying to do. What's it called? Ploy, or plee or something. Show me."
"Plié, Tate. It means bent. Give me some room...Like this." Aaron went into a plié, then transitioned to a complex fouette turn to everyone's astonishment. Some laughed, some clapped. He bowed theatrically to his small audience of four.
"Ballet? You took ballet? I thought you were a jock in school," said Gary.
"I played soccer in high school, but the coach made us all take a ballet class his wife taught."
"No wonder," said Jack. "Soccer is faggot football."
"Jack, you dumbass," said Gary. "I heard about pro athletes cross-training with ballet. Any one of them could kick your ass if they heard you say that."
"He's right. It really helped with cardio, strength, agility, everything. It helped me a lot in sports. I took a class in college too. That's where I met Darlene, right?"
"Oh yes, I remember you in those black tights. Whew." said Darlene fanning herself. Aaron was tall with a runner's body, but now it was clear why he moved with the grace of a cat.
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After his ballet demo Aaron settled into an arm chair facing the couch across the room. Darlene came in from the kitchen and sat cross-wise in his lap. Darlene lived alone in an apartment directly across the pool from Aaron and Tate.
Aaron and Darlene had been good friends since college and comfortably cuddled on the chair as they had many times. They had never been romantically involved. They were only affectionate with one another when they were at a party like this one.
Tate, Aaron's girlfriend, sat on the couch between Gary and Jack when Aaron did his fouette. With a fuzzy head from alcohol and pot, it didn't take long before she layed down with her head in Gary's lap and her feet in Jack's lap. Gary was Darlene's current boyfriend. He had been around enough to be used to Darlene and Aaron cuddling together. He and Tate enjoyed a little friendly flirting as well.
Gary had asked Aaron if he could bring Jack to the party. Gary and Jack weren't close friends, but they worked for the same health club and socialized on occasion. Neither Aaron nor Tate had met Jack before, but they had no objection to Gary's request.
Tate was petite but busty for her size. Her long brunette hair, dark smoky eyes and porcelain-white Nordic skin gave her an exotic elfish look. She looked even smaller between these two ex-college jocks. Her little body probably featured in the wet dreams of many guys who saw her. At work, she wore slacks with colorful dental uniform tops depicting teddy bears or smiling cartoon molars, but nothing hid the tight little package inside.
She was generally shy among people she didn't know, but opened up a little at parties. Her drink of choice was sloe gin in a tumbler with club soda and ice. She claimed it made her horny. Pot definitely made her horny. When she was stoned she craved touch, but she got so mellow she generally didn't reciprocate. After many frustrating evenings in their early days together, Aaron preferred her sober where the promise of her beautiful little body and inventive mind contributed to memorable sex. When she was stoned, he didn't bother her for sex. He was content to massage and pet her as if she were a favorite cat stretching and purring next to him.
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Darlene and Aaron contentedly stroked one another while they talked quietly. Occasionally they glanced over at the other three on the couch. Gary massaged Tate's temples, shoulders and neck while Tate's hands rested naturally on her stomach. Jack massaged her feet which she swore was better than sex. She alternately kneaded her feet on his thighs like the stoned kitten she was. Her knees were bent, but not self-consciously together. Her ankle length flowery sun dress with a halter top was sexy, but not too revealing. Just a pretty girl-next-door lounging with friends, comfortable and content.
Jack pushed the hem up a little to massage her calves, but she reflexively pulled her knees together when he did so. At best he might have an occasional glimpse of her panties. Aaron wasn't concerned about that, yet Aaron was getting anxious about Jack. He was OK with Gary because he knew him, and, of course, Darlene was right there. But he didn't know Jack at all, and Jack was there solo.
He let it go because Tate seemed comfortable and relaxed. Besides, he couldn't complain too loudly with Darlene squirming on his lap with his arms wrapped just below her ample tits, basically supporting them as she seemed to have recently lost her bra.
Tate squirmed her head further into Gary's lap to get comfortable. He reached down to adjust himself in his pants. She giggled quietly, reached up beside her ear and adjusted his cock for herself to get more comfortable. She looked up at him, they exchanged a look, and she left her hand on his cock. Before long she was absentmindedly stroking him through his pants while he stroked his fingers lightly from her upper arm, lightly down the side of her right boob to her waist and back up again.
Aaron and Darlene raised eyebrows at one another. They had noticed a change in Tate, and it was not lost on Jack either. Tate's feet, which had been kneading his thigh, were now repositioned. One was kneading his thigh. The other was clearly kneading his crotch. One of Jack's hands rested on her calf while the other seemed to be stroking the bottom side of her up-raised thigh. The hem slid upward toward her knees a fraction at a time.
Tate's knees were swaying somewhat in rhythm with Jack's stroking. Now, slightly open, now clenched tight together, not so much to restrict access as an involuntary tensioning from his touch. She moaned softly as her white satin panties were eclipsed by his dark hand.
Tate had turned her head completely toward Gary and was nibbling at the cloth of his pants while gently stroking his cock. She lifted her head slightly and quickly swept her long hair under her head and back to keep it out of her face. She rested her hand back on his cock and rested her other hand on her belly which tightened with muscle tension and her uneven breathing. She was definitely aroused. Stoned and aroused.
Mesmerized by her face in Gary's lap, Aaron almost missed when she slightly lifted her ass. Jack had both hands well up her dress and was pulling her panties off. He slid them down her legs and off her feet. Jack slyly looked over at Aaron, who avoided eye contact, but he saw Jack tuck Tate's panties into his pants pocket. The action also brought the hem of her dress completely down to her ankles, covering her exposed pussy.
"You OK?" Darlene whispered to Aaron.
"I don't know."
"You can stop it, you know."
"I know. I was hoping she would."
"I could stop it with a simple look at Gary."
"Nah. I'm OK for now, I think."
Several minutes later, without warning, Tate moaned loudly and curled herself over on her side, trying to roll off the couch. "I gotta pee. Let me up."
Gary backed off immediately. Jack began complaining. "It can wait. Don't think about it."
"No, I have to pee, dammit." and stumbled to her feet. She wobbled down the hallway to the master bedroom and its adjoining bathroom. Jack got up to follow her.
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"Jack. Leave her alone. She said she had to go," Aaron said.
"Who the hell are you? She told me to meet her in the bedroom."
"Last I checked, this is my apartment and that's my girlfriend."
"The fuck she is. Your girlfriend was on your lap."
"That's Gary's girl. Doesn't matter. Tate said she has to pee and you're staying right there."
Aaron got right into Jack's face, and Gary hollered, "Leave her alone, Jack. It was just a little fun. Don't be an ass."
Jack shoved Aaron. He was a big guy. Bigger than Aaron had any hope of matching. But Gary was bigger and right there, getting pissed. He grabbed Jack by the arm and hurried him out of the apartment. Darlene shut the door on them, and stayed behind.
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Aaron ran back into the bedroom. Tate was sitting on the bed crying. She took one look at him and cowered in fear. The more Aaron tried to touch her to comfort her, the more frightened she got. He ran back out grabbed Darlene, and pulled her into the bedroom. She saw Tate there, then immediately went to her, holding her in her arms.
Darlene pulled Tate up and walked her to the adjoining bathroom. "Come on, honey. Let's get you cleaned up."
The back of her sun dress was soaking wet like she'd peed herself. Aaron thought it was weird she hadn't gone in the bathroom right away, but had just sat on the bed like that.
