"I can't believe we are at a high school party!" Rodney Allen said as he walked through the crowded loud house. He recently graduated from college, moved back home with his parents for the summer. He led Rachel, his girlfriend of two years, by the hand as they stepped over trash strewn on the floor. The party was a whim. Rodney and Rachel were out on a date and they overheard some kids talking about the house party. Rachel insisted they crash. Rodney gave in and agreed because he couldn't deny Rachel anything. She was a spunky waif of a girl, pale complexion, dark black-as-night hair cut so short and spiky it almost qualified as punkish. She loved to wear tank tops and short skirts with crazy colorful tights. Rodney loved her, loved her style, loved her energy, loved her 'in your face' attitude, and loved her intense erotic energy. The girl was never not horny. Sex to her was like breathing, common and necessary.
"This rocks! I never went to parties like this when I was in high school," Rachel said as she enjoyed the vibrant energy of the party. The host or hostess of the party had two giant pitchers of mixed drinks set out on the kitchen table and there were at least three coolers of beer. Rodney didn't trust these mallrats ability to mix a good cocktail so he grabbed a beer for Rachel and himself.
"What do you want to do?" Rodney asked. Rachel just smiled and took the lead. A small group of guys were playing quarters on the kitchen table. Rachel sat down and joined in.
"You can't play with just beer," one of the guys said indicating that the drink of choice for this game was Canadian whiskey.
"I'll do shots of whiskey any day," Rachel said with exuberance. And soon the young men at the table always eager to get a woman drunk had her to take several shots in a row. She staggered away from the table leaning on Rodney. He laughed at her because she often made claims of amazing tolerance.
They stumbled from room to room until they reached the den. Rodney stopped Rachel at the door. "Shhh! Look..." Rodney gestured, pointing across the dimly lit room to a young woman dressed only in blue panties kneeling down in front of a guy. Clothes were tossed about the room with abandon. Rachel peered in the room and slipped in front of Rodney, pushing her ass into him. "Oh my god," she whispered, "that is so fucking hot."
"I know, right," Rodney said staring at the live action blowjob. His cock hardened and pressed into Rachel's ass.
Rodney smiled. He knew the guy, he had gone to high school with him.
There was another sound in the room and another figure walked to the couch where the man was sitting. This figure was a nude woman, long curly blonde hair, large breasts, curvy body and a sparse obviously well groomed bush. She leaned over and kissed the man before sitting next to him. The man prompted the girl sucking his cock to get up and she did, sliding over a bit until she was kneeling between the blonde girl's legs. With equal enthusiasm the girl buried her face in the blonde's pussy, licking and sucking as the blonde moaned and writhed.
The blonde reached down and grabbed the man's cock and stroked it. The young girl kneeling on the floor reached back between her legs and slid her hand into her blue panties. She moved her hand vigorously back and forth. She gave a soft moan.
Rachel cupped her own breast while watching and pinched her nipple through her shirt. Rodney's cock throbbed against her ass and all she could think about was having that young woman between her legs. Rodney grabbed Rachel by the hips and pulled her back into him, bouncing her pert ass off his rock hard cock.
The man on the couch stood and moved behind the young woman, pulling down her blue panties. His fingers worked her slit for a few moments before he buried his cock into her wet pussy. He pumped in and out several times and the woman moaned. She tried to continue to lick the hot blonde's pussy in front of her but was too overwhelmed by the cock slipping in and out of her. The blonde reached down and pushed the young woman's head down to her crotch, "Eat me, Janet. Don't stop."
Rodney stopped. He flushed red in a combination of embarrassment and anger. "Fuck," was all he said as he pushed Rachel away and fled the room. Rachel turned to see what was wrong and saw Rodney shoving his way through the crowd. She was so aroused she actually paused not knowing whether to stay and watch or to run after her boyfriend. Her rational mind prevailed and she ran after Rodney. She found him outside on the front steps nearly hyperventilating.
"Rodney, what's wrong? Are you okay? What happened?" Rachel's questions just flowed from her with no pause for an answer.
"Oh god, Rachel, I can't believe it," Rodney finally said.
