*CH3. The After Party
Turned out the mansion belonged to Jeff, and was one of several buildings on a large compound. As our Uber snaked up a long driveway, Vanessa grabbed my arm and squealed. I was in disbelief too. "He's probably a trust fund baby, living in his parent's Victorian mansion." I quipped. Vanessa shook her head, "Nah, he said it was his. He's in finance or something. Apparently he had the other houses built for his Mom and Sister."
"That's cool." I admitted, hating him even more.
The interior was modern, with expensive looking furniture and art. About 20 people were lounging around a large living room that opened onto a deck, which itself overlooked a large pool. "I'm gonna find Jeff." Vanessa took off. I grabbed a beer from a fully stocked fridge and stepped onto the deck. Two guys were smoking a joint and offered me some. I accepted and took a little drag. They were James and Raja, and worked in IT like me. Super chill guys.
We were talking about cryptocurrency when James interrupted "Holy fuck, check out this girl." He gestured to the living room. Of course it was Vanessa. She was sitting ass up, doggy style on an ottoman, her head draped over Jeff's shoulder as he chose songs on his phone. The three of us ogled her, slack-jawed. Every so often the dress shifted and we could see her tight little ass, decorated with a white thong. We sat in silence, yearning. "Lucky guy" Raja muttered painfully. "So how do you know Jeff?" he asked.
"Uh.. I don't really. Just met him tonight."
"Cool." he replied. We were stoned. Glassy eyed, we watched as Jeff effortlessly scooped Vanessa up and carried her across the room, her legs wrapped around his waist. "Hot Tub Time!!" he yelled and they paraded past us down the stairs. "Come on Paul!" Vanessa waved at me. The guys gave me a confused look. "I'll explain later." I said and headed down after them.
To the side of the pool behind some palm trees there was a large in-ground jacuzzi. Two guys from the bar were already in and chatting with their beers. Jeff stripped down to his boxers and then helped Vanessa unzip the back her dress. It was the moment every man lives for. As the dress fell to the ground, her lithe, supple body unveiled before us. She didn't rush, happy to let us drink in her beauty- the white lace bra cradling her firm breasts, her tiny waist and smooth flat stomach, slender athletic legs. And her thong, my god, just the tiniest swatch of white cloth covered her pussy. As she eased into the water I realized I was gawking and hustled out of my clothes. I grabbed an open spot between the guys from the bar, who were both probably six five.
Jeff wasn't happy with the temperature and jumped out to adjust the settings, so the rest of us did introductions. The guys were John and Miguel. Miguel was talking with Vanessa so I chatted with John. They weren't football players, just big for no reason, and had all met in business school. Maybe it was the weed, but in that moment I felt pretty good. Especially because Vanessa's bra had gotten wet and the outline of her nipples was visible against the thin material. I stole furtive glances, my body aching to touch them, and taste them. To give her delicate body the love it deserved.
Jeff rejoined us in the tub and promptly lifted Vanessa up and placed her on his lap. She protested a little but not really. It bothered me, but I also respected his audacity. That was how I should be. Assertive. Flirtatious. Sexual. The conversation turned to music festivals and John was describing how Coachella used to be more fun, or something like that. I had a hard time following because Jeff's right hand was under the water, and it looked like he might be touching her. He saw me looking and interrupted John. "So Paul, how do you and Vanessa know each other?"
