Seasons Ch 3 The Rematch

As the semester began drawing to a close, finals nearly over, I invited my friends over for a "kegger on the porch" event the Friday after finals.  Most of them would still be in town, not having left for home or wherever they had summer jobs, so it was a good chance for everyone to blow off some steam. Little did I know, events this night would represent a not so subtle change in my relationship with my on again/off again girlfriend, Beth. It had already taken a few turns into uncharted territory over the months, but this might be off the end of our flat earth.

As Friday rolled closer, I went out and purchased a couple of small pools so we could at least pretend to swim and stay cool, along with the before mentioned keg, tub and ice.  My part being done, I left it up to the crew to bring...well...everything else.  Friday was upon me before I knew it and with my finals done all I had to do was chill.  I ventured out of the house to set up the tub and ice, giving the keg plenty of time to get cold before anyone arrived, then filled the two small pools.  After hauling out a couple of lawn chairs, I sat down to take in some sun and "properly" test the beer to make sure it was up to my standards.

Needless to say, I was already feeling quite good when folks began to arrive, setting up their own chairs.  I was completely at ease and comfortable, so I was not in the least bit surprised or bothered to see Beth walking towards us, passing by as it were.  As always she never ceased to amaze me how perfect her body was, and the tight pants and blouse she was wearing definitely put all her fine curves on display.  I could tell she was scanning the crowd, which had grown considerably to around 20 or so people (a few of which I had never seen before, but that was nothing new at a college party), so when her eyes found me I gave her a friendly wave.  She immediately turned towards me with a spring in her step that had her breasts bouncing wonderfully within the shirt she was wearing.  It did not help that I knew exactly what they looked like when they were free and naked, so the little man downstairs perked up...down boy!

"Hello Alec," she said in that voice that matched her body, sultry and sensuous, "quite the party you have going here."

"Ya, end of the school year, steam release party.  I feel less steamed already." I returned in a voice that was a good deal calmer than I would have thought.  Damn this woman could tie me in knots!  Keep it cool man!  "Why don't you stay and hang for a bit, there's plenty of beer."

"I might just do that, though I need to do a few things at the apartment first.  How long will you all be out here?"

"I would imagine until the beer runs out, but I am sure we will be at it for at least a few more hours, longer if folks bring more beer."

"Okay!  I'll see you in a bit!" Turning, she headed back to the sidewalk.

As I watched her walk away, her hips swayed with a mesmerizing rhythm that caught the eye of every passerby. I lifted my glass of beer in a silent toast to that captivating sight. Our relationship was a peculiar one, not quite fitting the traditional mold, and it seemed to evolve into something more distinct with each encounter. When it was just the two of us, the intimacy was electrifying, a connection that sparked and sizzled. But recently, our escapades had become more... inclusive, involving others in our once-private moments. It was still thrilling, yet the aftermath felt less intimate, making it difficult to find that cozy closeness afterward. Since our last adventurous rendezvous, which had featured my friend Dan as an unexpected participant, it had been a few long months without any physical connection. I could feel the tension building within me, a restless energy seeking release. She, however, had a libido that surpassed even my own, and I knew her frustration was mounting, making her both a tantalizing and potentially unpredictable force.

Well, the party continued on at a lively pace with more people arriving then leaving.  We did have to chase off a few younger kids that tried to blend in and get to the keg, but that all happened without issue.  Since my end of the front lawn was in the shade a bit, a number of people gravitated towards me as the day moved along.  Soon I was the lucky recipient of some attention from a rather curvy brunette, who happened to have quite a sexy southern accent, and she was laughing at all my jokes, even the lame ones.

Eventually nature called so I excused myself and headed into the house to get some much needed relief.  When I exited the bathroom, that same sexy southerner was perched on a counter top in the kitchen, apparently waiting for me.  She smiled as I approached.

"I was getting a bit overheated outside so I thought I would come in and cool off a bit." she welcomed me with that lovely drawl. "My name is Sandra by the way."

I hurriedly checked my immediate memory and was pleased to know that I had washed my hands before I exited said bathroom.

"I'm Alec." I smoothly (not) replied as I reached to shake her hand

Still holding her hand, I was about to make a witty reply, or even a limerick, when in walked Beth.  I could all but see the wheels turning in her head as she looked at each of us in turn, then coolly placed the six pack of beer she was carrying in the fridge.  As she turned to leave, walking past me, she possessively placed a hand on my arm, glancing at my new friend as she did so.

"See you outside Alec." she called over her shoulder, pointedly ignoring the gal I was talking with.

Looking irritated, Sandra waited until I turned back towards her before saying anything.

"Is that your girlfriend?" she questioned in a still sexy, but now peeved voice.

"She is just a friend, but we used to see each other"  Amazingly I managed to get that out without stuttering, but definitely on the defensive.

"But you have slept with her...I can tell that much"

"Yes, your right, we were serious, or at least I thought we were..." I proceeded to give her a shortened version of the events that had unfolded.  My keen senses told me though honesty here was required...and that this hookup was possibly doomed before it even got started.

Sandra surprised me by asking a few questions, all of which led to her forming the opinion that Beth was a bit nuts.  I just shrugged, choosing silence as a way to agree without actually agreeing.  Surprisingly we continued to chat for a few minutes until Beth once again burst into the kitchen, though this time in outrage.  As I turned towards her I immediately saw that her pants were muddy, there was grass in her hair and a large muddy hand print on her blouse, directly over her left breast.

"Do you see this?!? Two guys out there wrestled me to the ground and into a pool before I could get away!  Would you please do something?!?" she spat indignantly.

I turned towards Sandra, not missing the fact she was edging towards the door, "Wait, just wait please."

I turned to Beth, " Are you okay, are you hurt...do I need to kick those guys out?"

"I'm fine, just pissed off!" she sputtered.

"Okay, tell you what, head upstairs and borrow some clothes.  You can get changed and then head home to get cleaned up.  I'm sorry this happened and I will speak to those guys right now."

Beth looked between Sandra and I and sighed, "No, that's okay, I'll get out of your hair and go get changed...thank you." With that she turned and headed upstairs without a further glance. Which was weird, because normally she had this possessive vibe that killed any living romantic thought in any other girls head that were around me, like a pulse wave, killing all electronics. Like I said, weird.

I finally turned back to Sandra, half expecting her to have fled by now, but she was still there with a slight smirk on her face, her arms crossed over her ample chest.

"Sooooo," I began uncertainly, "since you were already attempting to make an escape, would you like some company?"

"Hmmm...you handled that pretty well, plus you made her aware that she interrupted us.  I guess so, but you should be on your best behavior!" she added chidingly.

As we walked out the back door and out through the carport, Sandra uncrossed her arms and opened with "she's a little excitable, or maybe nuts, right?  It's not just me?"

With that, a lively discussion ensued about what guys saw in girls, wild ones vs conservative, nuts vs sane, etc.  I may have over shared about my past with Beth, but Sandra kept turning it not only back to Beth, but even wanted some explicit detail.  I kept most of the details close to the vest, but I did go on a bit about how wild her fantasies were and some of the "situations" that had been encountered along the way. Rather then being shocked, she seemed more...thoughtful...huh.

Soon enough we arrived at her apartment...a hug good night, an exchange of phone numbers later, I was on my way back

As I left, I checked the time, realizing that a few hours had gone by and it was nearly midnight.  Walking back, I figured the party would be quieting down and most of the folks would have gone home except for the hard core.  That was fine by me, they could keep at it while I hit the sack, cleanup would just have to wait until tomorrow since I was nearly ready to pass out myself. Once the excitement of earlier faded, all I felt was the beer.

Entering the door, I could immediately hear quiet conversation going on in the living room, so headed in that direction to see how everyone was doing.  The outside party had closed up, but inside there was a few sitting around drinking beer, with the faint smell of weed in the room as well.  I said hello to a few of them I knew, then introduced myself to three guys who I didn't know.  I met Chad, Tim, and Tom in short order, all seeming like pretty chill guys, with Tom barely nodding to me as he expertly rolled a joint. Both Chad and Tim seemed like farm hands, both being a bit taller than my 5'11" frame, with Chad being stocky and Tim more slender.  Tom was more of your, "I lift weights once in a while, but can't be bothered to make it a habit", so while broad, not very muscular.

As I watched the joint creation process, thinking more about sleep (or rather passing out) than anything else, I was surprised when Chad tapped me on the shoulder to get my attention.  He first thanked me for letting them join the party, then much to my surprise apologized for the wrestling in the pool altercation earlier in the evening with the gorgeous blonde girl.

"We were all talking about wrestling and she called us out for boasting, then Tim and I responded without even thinking, wrestling her into the mini pool.  We may have gotten a bit handsy, but I promise you it was all in good fun, we just got carried away, so we are very sorry."

He seemed genuinely apologetic, so I told him it was all water under the bridge, but not to expect her to be nice to them if they ever met again.  He nodded his head in agreement, thanked me again for the party, then headed back to his buddies to light up the soon to be finished joint.  As I turned to go, the remaining couple waved goodbye, leaving the 3 guys as the final hold outs.

"Guys, your welcome to crash here if you like, though you might get roped into cleanup if you stay too long!  Just making sure nobody drives under the influence is all."

And with that, I headed upstairs for a quick shower and hopefully a good nights sleep.  Bypassing my room, I quickly showered, then headed back to my room in a towel, praying another couple had not hijacked my room.  Upon entering, I quickly realized that I was not alone, my eyes falling upon Beth as she sprawled on my bed in a tank top of mine (which looked more like a nightgown on her), appearing to be asleep.

Since she was in my room, I felt that I had the right to take a long, good look at the "gorgeous blonde", as Chad had put it, that was lying face down on my bed, legs spread with toes pointing towards me and the promise of more under the hem of the tank top.  Unfortunately the sound of the door closing must have alerted her to my presence and she quickly sprung up to a sitting position, hugging the tank around her legs, not realizing the openness of the tank displayed a whole lot of cleavage (yum!).

"Hi, g-guess I dozed off" she haltingly said.

"No worries, not like you haven't been here before."  As I blatantly looked her over (I was still a bit drunk, so subtlety was out the window). "Well, most everyone has left, but there are a few holdouts still downstairs.  In fact 2 of them are the guys you "wrestled" with earlier, though I should say they were very apologetic about what happened earlier.  So if you are at all bothered about that, you might want to put more clothes on before you head out, as I think they are planning to crash here tonight".

That seemed to make her stiffen up her spine a bit, a look of irritation and something else in her eyes...eagerness or excitement maybe? Huh.  I also noticed that her skin was slightly flushed around her neck and cheeks as she chewed on her lip pensively, her eyes becoming thoughtful as she stared into the distance for a moment.  She jerked herself out of her reverie after a few long moments, looking back at me and blushing as if I could read her thoughts.

"Do you mind if I just sleep here tonight? I'd rather not walk home by myself this late." she asked hopefully.

"Of course, you don't even have to ask Beth!"

With that, I walked over to my dresser and selected a pair of boxers to slip on, then dropped the towel so I could put them on.  I knew she was watching, but didn't call her on it as I finished and then hung the towel on my desk chair to dry.  I turned the AC unit on to get at least some relief from the heat, then climbed into the bed.  It was too warm for covers, so we both just laid there, not needing to talk since we were comfortable with each other.

At some point I dozed off for a bit (passed out really, feeling the effects of the earlier alcohol), only to be awakened by the bed moving as Beth carefully got up.  Through sleep filled eyes, I watched as she quietly opened the door to listen for activity downstairs, and I could here the sounds of voices and laughter, albeit faintly over the sound of the AC unit. Beth seemed to come to a decision, then looking over at me to see if I was awake, carefully went to my dresser, seemingly to put on some more clothes.  I watched her select what looked like a pair of my gym shorts, slip them on, then edge back towards the door, once again checking to see if I was awake before slipping out the door.

I continued to listen, hearing an increase in volume of the voices downstairs for a moment until it settled to the previous level, with a decidedly feminine voice and giggle now a part of it.  Hearing no voices raised in anger or argument, I once again passed out after looking at the clock, groggily registering 1:30 am.

I woke later, something having made me drag myself from a deep stupor, laying there wondering why.  At first my tired brain didn't register anything, until I remembered that Beth was no longer in the bed, having left earlier.  I could hear faint noises downstairs, but though I couldn't hear any conversation, I thought I could hear a faint groan or grunt.  Still listening, I could hear some male laughter, followed by what sounded like Beth's voice "Wait, not my..." followed by a louder groan, before sleep overtook me, my brain registered the clock reading 2:45 am.

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The following morning I awoke with the sun just beginning to stream in the windows, a clamoring from down below telling me my bladder needed immediate attention.  As I got up, I noticed Beth's hair spilling out from under the covers next to me, but the call of nature was too strong.  Grabbing my towel along the way, I quietly exited the bedroom, closing the door behind me.  Once done, I decided that I might as well shower and brush my teeth, just in case Beth was in an amorous mood.

Freshly showered, I made my way back to my room, hoping to find a receptive Beth in my bed, only to find it empty.  Disappointed, I went ahead and got dressed, then proceeded downstairs to check on the damage from last nights festivities.  Wandering around, I found nobody in the house (which had the normal post party mess strewn about), but when I got to the living room, while it seemed cleaner than the other areas, it had a very distinct smell.  I could not place it, but decided the house needed to be aired out anyway, so began opening a few windows to get a cross breeze going.

As I cleaned, I noted the usual trash around the place, picking up bottles and solo cups along with empty bags of chips and the like.  As I worked my way from the kitchen to the living room, even with the windows open, I could still detect that faint smell.  As I continued to clean, I came upon a small jar near the coffee table and what looked like my gym shorts underneath the table.  Upon picking up the jar, I noticed that it was cocoa butter, which I fondly remembered from my first night with Beth...and combined with the discarded shorts.  LIGHTBULB!

Sex, the place smelled like a whole lot of sex, sweating bodies, and the forementioned cocoa butter.  Holy crap, what had happened here?  A memory tickled my brain as I belatedly recalled the faint sounds I had heard last night.  Now certain that something had gone down after Beth went downstairs, I quickly finished cleaning before heading upstairs.  Once there, I booted up my computer to determine what had gone down.

What had started as a security system after my condo had been broken into, eventually became more and more of a "party recorder" as requests came in for still shots and short video's of silly party goer behavior.  As a result, my entire downstairs, outside and inside, had multiple high definition cameras that each stored around a week or so of video before they got overwritten.  Everyone knew about the cameras, plus I had a sign telling everyone they were on camera, but they had become part of the decor and were ignored.   It was also handy if there was damage to the place, so I could run down the offenders, but more often it was just to watch drunk people do silly stuff.  Today I had a feeling it was much much more.

Once my system had booted, I launched the browser and logged into the system.  Rather then watch any of the feeds, I took my time and downloaded them all to the computer, before launching a video editor to begin looking at what I had downloaded.  In short, I was stunned at what my eyes and ears took in as I reached the point in the first feed after Beth had ventured downstairs until the men had left.  I patiently reviewed each feed, taking notes to rough out an idea to consolidate them, before sitting back to digest what I had just watched.

I had just watched Beth and the three men go from chatting and passing around a joint to a full on airtight Beth before it was done.  At first I was not sure if it was all consensual, but as I watched the different angles, it was clear that she had at least meant for something to go down, though she may have got a whole lot more than she had intended.  I was at odds internally, not sure how I should react to this, watching a woman I had recently asked to move in, walking knowingly into a situation she could not control.  Should I be aroused, disgusted, or?

It took me a few hours, but by the end of editing, I had a real life porn flick starring my girlfriend (or ex-girlfriend...again?).  I was sure, after it was done, that Beth had indeed intended for one or more of the men to have their way with her, though if she thought she was in control of the situation, that quickly evaporated as the early morning progressed.  Once again, I started the now completed video from the beginning to watch it all unfold...