This is really more of a Loren party. In fact, it's not a me party at all, he's the only one I know here. I came because we've been dating for three months, and I still hadn't met any of his friends. Now three of them are sneaking glances at or pointedly ignoring me as Loren holds me on his lap. We're sitting in plastic lawn chairs crammed into the corner of the back porch, the four of them recounting their trip to the dunes last year over the muffled conversations and music coming from inside the house.
Loren is resting his beer just below the hem of my yellow, cotton jersey mini dress, condensation slowly dripping into the crevice of my upper thighs. His friend Kyle, sitting to our right and wearing an Anthrax shirt, leans forward to speak. "Dude remember when Darren was staring at that chick and her friend goes 'she's engaged!'" Loren and Ian crack up and Darren blushes, shaking his head.
Loren's beerless hand is wrapped around the top of my left thigh, his thumb tucked into the crease of my hip, his pinky just below my ass cheek. As Kyle leans back in his chair, satisfied with his joke, Loren squeezes my leg. He pushes his empty can into my hand and whispers in my ear, "get me another?" I don't reply, instead I slide off of his lap and pull at the hem of my dress. All four of them are watching me now, or pretending not to. I squeeze myself between Loren and Ian's chairs, my ass brushing against Loren's shoulder. The twinge of annoyance that I feel at being treated like a piece of candy is matched by the sensation in my pussy.
I pull open the screen door and navigate through the crowded kitchen, placing Loren's empty can on the counter. Snippets of conversation float past me as I open the fridge and take two cans of Old Style out of the crisper. I make my way back to the porch, slipping Loren his beer and settling back onto his lap as I crack open my own. Ian is in the middle of complaining about his restaurant job, encouraged by indignant vocalizations from Kyle.
Loren holds his beer in his left hand, and rests his right on my thigh, fingers pointing in towards my crotch, which I know must be getting wet. Each time he speaks, his fingers wiggle a little closer, until they are brushing up against my vulva, separated only by a layer of white cotton. I feel the thin ribbon of velvet I'm wearing as a choker tighten around my neck as my breathing speeds up. As Loren leans forward his fingers press my clit, rubbing one quick circle over it. I moan without thinking. Immediately, the talking stops and Loren's friends turn to look at me. I feel myself going red.
"Are you okay?" Loren asks.
"Yeah," I say, annoyed, trying to sound normal.
"Your face is kind of red," says Kyle. My heart is pounding. They're all silent, staring at me. I focus on taking deep breaths. Loren's fingers are still, resting over my clit.
"Yeah, I'm fine, sorry" I say.
Kyle looks away and asks the group, "did you guys see Matt when he was in town?" and they all start talking again.
Loren is looking at me. I look at my beer. He leans in and says, "Go wait for me in the laundry room." I pause for a second and then slide off of his lap and through the screen door, leaving him and his friends laughing on the porch.
The group in the kitchen has gone back into the living room. I catch a glimpse of moving bodies as I walk down the hall towards the small room that we passed on our way into the house. There's a couple standing in the hall and one of them gives me a look as I open the door to the laundry room. Maybe they're wondering why I'm doing laundry during a house party. I close the door behind me and lift myself onto the washing machine, wrapping my hands around my beer, the can wet with condensation. The nerves in my clit are sending signals up through my stomach. I take more deep breaths, and then the door is opening. Loren slips in, closes it behind him, and pauses, smiling at me. "Hi," he says.
I smile shyly up at him. "Hi."
He walks two steps to where I'm sitting on the washing machine, puts both hands on my knees and spreads my legs, then grabs my ass and pulls me forward so his crotch is pressed against mine. He takes a handful of my hair and kisses me, shoving his tongue into my mouth. Loren knows how to kiss, knows how and when to be gentle or reserved, and how to show when he's in charge. Right now, he's showing me that he gets to decide what happens here.
He pulls away from the kiss, then takes the hem of my dress and pushes it up past my thighs all the way to my lower back, exposing my ass. He leans around me to check it out and makes a noise of approval. I turn to look at him and smile and he takes my face in his hands and puts his lips back on mine. We kiss in stillness, in the way that obliterates any thought, any past or future moment. Loren breaks the kiss, then sucks my lower lip into his mouth, holding it gently between his teeth. He pulls away and takes a handful of my hair, tipping my head back so that he can stare at me.
"Get on the ground." I slide off of the washing machine and drop to my knees on the carpeted floor, my fully exposed ass facing the door. Loren's crotch is at eye level. The shape of his cock pushing against his jeans sends a thrill through my stomach and into my throat. He grabs my hair again and leans his crotch against my face. I rub my cheeks over his jeans, then open my mouth and trace the outline of his dick, up and down, over and over again, lost in my need for it.
I look up and Loren is smirking. He pushes my head away, unbuttons his jeans, and takes out his dick. My heart bursting with the love of cock, I open my mouth and begin to move towards it, only to be yanked backwards just as my tongue is about to reach its target. I look up at him and he grins, then begins to rub his dick across my cheeks and forehead, gently tapping my face with it. I open my mouth wide and stick out my tongue so that I can taste his shaft, praying he will let me suck it soon. He pulls back and leans closer to my face, taking his hand off of his dick to grab me by the jaw and spit into my open mouth. With his whole hand, he pushes his saliva down my throat then leans back and spits again, onto my cheek. He straightens up and uses his cock to rub the spit across my face.
"You look so pretty like that, baby."
I prepare to break the laws of physics by simultaneously disintegrating and exploding.
Loren lifts his dick and guides my head towards his balls. I surround them with my mouth, moving my tongue over them. He's calmly rubbing the shaft of his dick against my face when I hear the door opening.
Suddenly hyper conscious of my near naked ass, I start to pull away from Loren's crotch. He quickly puts both hands on the back of my head, anchoring me to his balls. "Hi guys!" he says, drawing out the words like a joke.
"Wow," says a voice, I think of Kyle pointing out my red face. "Great ass, love that," the same voice, followed by laughter and the sound of the door closing. Clearly I'm not the only one Loren invited to the laundry room. I take deep breaths through my nose.
"It is a great ass," Loren says, looking down at it and smacking his dick against my face again. "You guys wanna touch it?" From behind me come noises of assent and excitement. Loren tugs on my hair and I release his balls. He pulls me forward onto all fours and I arch my back, my ass in the air. "Say, 'please touch my butt'" Loren tells me.
