Party

We met the Johnsons in January of 2001. A friend of a friend took us to a party at their home in the Lincoln Park area of the city. It was an older home, one of many 3 story stone maidens that lined the streets of that neighborhood. Inside we found the house had been completely redone. The main floor was mostly kitchen and living room - dinning room - conversation area. The middle story were the bedrooms, their doors closed, their interiors hidden and off limits. Then there was the third floor. I had never seen anything like it. The floor was one enormous room. Polished hardwood floors, fantastic stereos and a beautiful, fully stocked bar. Two restrooms stood in the back corners of the room.

On the main floor sweet jazz played softly behind layers of conversation. 15 to 20 people stood, sat and reclined in small groups. Their conversations mooted as they debated and solved the problems of the day. It was a quiet, refined place. A room that reminded me of the dinner parties my parents had thrown when I was a child.

On the top floor things were different, Rock and Roll blared full throttle from the stereo while a hundred people lost themselves in dance. It was a teeming, close packed group that seethed and gyrated to the music. There were no partners, just a mass of people, all dancing together. Wine, beer and other libations flowed endlessly from the bar. Munchies appeared from no where and were consumed and then reborn. It was a party unlike anything I had ever seen. It was a party by and for people who populated the pages of Playboy or the New Yorker.

As the night wore on we learned that the party was an ongoing event, re-appearing on the first Saturday of every month. It was a fantastic evening and we were invited back for next month. We returned in February and again in March. April found us at a wedding in Cleveland, but we returned again in May. Perhaps before going further I should stop and do some introductions. I am Miles Davis, not that one, just someone who shares the name of a great Jazzman. I was attending the parties with my wife Julie. We had been married for two years and were both focused on our careers. Julie was production assistant for a major ad agency and I was a programmer for a local insurance giant. We were young and life was good.

There was nothing unusual about the May party, except what happened after it was over. One couple, Ryan and Cecilia Fagan had a bad accident on the way home. Ryan had a broken Leg while Cecilia escaped with many cuts and bruises. The people in the other car were also injured, although the details are now lost in the fog of time. Ryan was charged with drunken driving. They were starting to crack down on drunken drivers about that time and it looked like he would be lucky to avoid jail.

Word of the accident spread within our little community of party goers. The Johnsons' were very concerned about what had happened. They decided that they did not want people driving home from the party. At first we thought this was the end of our monthly adventure. No, it turned out the parties were still on, but there was a new rule. If you lived near by walk. If you didn't live near by bring a sleeping bag. At two AM the upstairs would be turned into a dormitory and we would all sleep over. We were relieved that the parties would continue, and never realized how this new arrangement was to change us to our very core.

We prepared for the June party by shopping for sleeping bags. I hadn't owned one since I was twelve and away at summer camp. Julie had never owned one. We discovered a type of bag that would allow us to turn two ordinary bags into one big bag. Sounded good to us. We never really considered what we would sleep in. Julie grabbed a long tee shirt that ended an inch or who below the bottom of her ass, I had a pair of light nylon shorts. Neither of us had ever been to a large co-ed sleepover before. To be honest, at that time they just didn't exist.

The party was perhaps a tad more raucous than usual. Secure that we would not have to drive, many of us over imbibed. When 2 AM came many of us, myself and Julie included, were quite wasted. The locals said there good-bys and departed, walking off into the night. About 40 people remained up stairs in the dorm. It was about two thirds couples. The unattached were mostly with couples and about evenly mixed by gender.

We found our bags, Julie went to get changed while I made camp. The room was full but not really crowded. We were near the front windows with other couple on either side of us. Bill and Linda Collins were on our left while Bob and Barbara Lowe were on our right. I looked across the room and saw that Julie had changed and was making her way back to me. As she crossed the room she stopped to chat with several people. She chatted with Lisa and Phil Goodman and then with two single guys - first Ron and then George. I went and changed. Julie was still wandering around talking with people so I stretched out on the bag.

A few minutes latter Julie arrived. She stood by my head and started to explain about stopping to chat and that was why it took her so long. I looked up at her. From my position of the floor I realized I was staring up into her panty covered crotch. No wonder everyone had wanted to chat with her. Those guys were just using the opportunity to look up her skirt and in her drunken state Julie didn't realize the show she was putting on. I motioned for her to lay down. She joined me on the floor and we slipped into the bag.

She cuddled next to me and I explained that I enjoyed the view, but it was really better to have her next to me. I had to explain what I meant about the view and then she got upset. I told her it was no big deal and she shouldn't worry about it. She said she thought it was rude, but that's how guys are. I explained to her how to avoid guys looking at her panties. "How?" She asked. "Don't wear any!" I replied. She gave me a funny look. In her drunken state she was trying to decide if my advice made sense. Was I being Serious.

There was a gong, and the lights dimmed. Our Host asked for a volunteer to tell a ghost story. Phil Goodman volunteered and launched into a story. The room quieted down. Couples cuddled together. The room's attention was on Phil and we were at the very back of the room. I noticed that on our left Bill and Linda seemed to be moving beyond cuddling. I whispered to Julie who turned to see what was happening. As she watched they moved from kissing to heavy petting. It was clear that Linda was playing with Bill's cock. They shifted and it was clear their bag was not zipped. Bill moved on top of Linda. The side of the bag was open revealing Linda's naked side. Bill ducked under the bag and the bag was raised up, widening our viewing slit. Julie gasped as Bill pressed his mouth over Linda's breast. As we watched Bill sucking on Linda' s breast I slid my hand over Julie's own tit. Her nipple was rock hard. Bill backed down toward Linda's cunt. We could only see his blanket shrouded form with his face buried in Linda's crotch. As he moved down he had dragged the blanket. Linda was lying on her back with her chest completely *******. I reached down and moved my hand up under Julie's tee-shirt/nightgown.

"Your tits are nicer." I whispered in Julie's ear. We were in the spoon position and she rubbed her ass against my cock. Bill shifted again. He knelt here with the bag now down by his feet. We had a perfect profile view. We could see Linda's mound covered with a thick mat of dark curly hair. Bill was Also visible in profile. His cock was an arrow pointing up and away from his body. Linda lifted and opened her legs as I slid my hand down the front of Julie's panties. Bill positioned himself and slowly slid his cock into Linda. At the same time my finger slid into Julie's cunt. I matched the tempo of my fingering to the speed of Bill and Linda's fucking. Linda started to buck furiously. Bill clenched his ass cheeks, his body arched and rigid.

"They're cumming" I whispered. Julie clenched down, trapping my hand deep in her cunt. As they lay there Bill and Linda slowly realized they were no longer inside their sleeping bag. Julie and I turned toward Bob and Barbara. The room filled with the sound of others shifting and I realized Phil had finished his story. Lisa now started in on her own story. The room settled. We changed sides so that we were again spooned, but facing Bob & Barbara. They too were moving beyond cuddling. "It's warm. " Julie muttered. Without a word I slowly moved her tee-shirt up and removed it. "Going topless is another way to keep people from staring at your panties." I whispered.

"I prefer your first suggestion." Julie whispered back. "OK" as I pushed her panties down her legs. As we watched Barbara disappeared into the bag. From the motions it looked like she was sucking on Bob. It only lasted a second and she reappeared. "Too hot!" we heard her whisper. In a second, Bob was out of the bag and lying on top of it. He was naked and his erect cock was stretched out over his lower stomach. Julie let out a little gasp and started rubbing her naked ass against my cock. Bob pushed Barbara's head toward his ******* member. Barbara moved like a snake as she slithered out of the bag and gently grasped Bob's cock with her fangs. As we watched, Barbara lowered her head, fully engulfing Bob's cock in her mouth. She pulled up until she held just the tip of his cock between her teeth. One hand held his cock in position as she slowly licked the head. She repeated the cycle. Suck. Lick. Suck. Lick. Her pace quickened.

"After he cums I'm going to fuck you." I whispered. Julie just moaned and pressed her ass against my cock. Barbara's head was now bobbing up and down at a frantic pace. Bob stiffened, arching his back. Barbara descended fully engulfing his cock. It was clear he was cumming and that she was swallowing it all. Bob relaxed a little. Barbara slid her lips up his pole until his now flaccid cock plopped free. Julie rolled over on her stomach. Her knees were bent and her ass was jutted up. I didn't need a second invitation. In a second I had mounted her and was pounding her from behind. She climaxed almost immediately. I kept pounding. She climaxed again, and I still kept at it. Slowly she built to a third orgasm. This time I came with her, pressing her to the floor and filling her with my cum.

I rolled off and lay there staring up at the ceiling. It was silent. Slowly I realized everyone, even Julie was asleep. I closed my eyes and also surrendered to sweet Orpheus. Dreams of Barbara/Julie sucking on my cock filled my night. Maybe after tonight's exhibition Julie will be a little more willing to try giving a blow-job.

I awoke to the sound of camp being broken. Mornings are not my strength. Waking to a room full of hung over people who had spent the night sleeping on the floor is less than ideal. The lines for the bathroom were long and I really needed to pee. I saw Julie wandering around, talking to people who were still stretched out. By the time I was finished in the bathroom everyone was down stairs. I packed up our bags and joined them. Julie spied me at once and brought me a hot cup of coffee. She was still in her tee-shirt/nightgown. As I finished my coffee she leaned her head against my ear. "Take me home." She whispered. We made our good-bys and departed.