Naked Party with the DJ (2 page)

“So what’s your major?” he asked.

We walked slower and slower as he led me
inside the house. He was being really sweet and he made me laugh
and relax around him. He was 19 and played lacrosse for a frat.
There was a line for the bathroom so Brian took me upstairs to one
of the bedrooms that had a bathroom and was empty. When I was alone
I knew I had to decide what I was going to do with Brian. He was
just flirting with me, trying to land a hookup for the night. I
knew I was nothing special to him and that was okay.

As I walked back into the bedroom Brian
leaned in and kissed me. It was awkward because my hands were wet,
but it was a sweet kiss, just a guy having a good time with a girl
and wanting to kiss her. Sure, we’d had a few drinks which made
kissing someone whose last name I didn’t know easier, but it had
happened before and it was nice to be kissing a guy. I also knew he
had struck out with Crystal so why couldn’t I have some fun with
him instead. I was really horny. I kissed him back, then pushed him
onto the bed. Then he started talking again, asking me about home,
my parents, a lot of things. He was nervous so I relaxed and began
talking again too.

It was my first time living away from home
and it was nice to talk to Brian. He kept asking questions and
waiting to hear my reply before continuing on. We were laying side
by side on the bed when he reached over, turned my chin to his, and
once again placed his lips on mine. This kiss was more forceful and
his hand started slowly inching up my thigh. We went from light
little noncommittal kisses to real kisses and then he jammed his
tongue into my mouth and started gouging it in and out. It was all
I could do not to laugh. He had something to learn about kissing,
but he had set my blood on fire and I decided I was going to get
laid that night.

When Brian reached under my shirt and started
stroking my stomach I knew where his hand was headed. His fingers
fumbled around while tickling my stomach and I wondered if he was
as new to sex as I was. I’d had five sex partners by that time so I
had a lot to learn. His hand eventually made its way to my breast,
or at least the bra that was covering my breast. He was abrupt but
not pushy, just making the natural progression with a girl who
kissed him at a college party. The kissing continued and I wanted
to tell him what to do, but knew that could turn out really badly
so I kept my mouth planted on his and rubbed my crotch on his leg
very slowly.

I had lost my virginity just a few short
months before in St. Martin. Since then I had fooled around with
several guys at home while waiting to head out to college. One of
the guys was a pretty good kisser and I went all the way with him
on the second date. We fooled around the rest of the summer until I
broke it off just before I left for college. The other guy was
someone I’d wanted since freshman year and I knew he was headed to
school in America. We fucked for two days straight just before I
left and he cried as I drove off. I was not shy when it came to
fooling around with guys but I didn’t want them to know that.

As Brian’s hand fumbled around my bra and
tried to slip underneath the lacy material I giggled and wondered
if I needed to be like Crystal and date women to avoid fumbling
hands like his. I didn’t think women were the permanent answer for
me but I wasn’t going to rule them out just yet.

Brian had established some kind of a
connection with me but I knew it was for tonight only. I knew I
needed sex to relax and was willing to put up with the fumbling
hands for some hard cock. Then a guy opened the bedroom door and
pulled his girl two steps inside until they saw that we were
already on the bed.

“Sorry,” they said in unison, “we’ll find
another room.” She was drunk and giggled a bit too loudly, and I
hoped her guy was better at this than Brian. But I continued
anyway, I needed a good fuck.

I sat up and he pulled his hands out from
under my shirt and he looked at me with a sad puppy look. I liked
him, but I needed to set the ground rules. He was being nice and
wasn’t being pushy and that was great, but he was also going to
turn into someone else the next day. I stood up, walked to the door
and locked it, then walked back to the bed and pushed him back
until he was lying on the bed.

I climbed onto the bed and straddled him then
locked my lips onto his and pressed my body down onto his. I felt
the bulge in his pants as I pressed myself into him. The drinks
were wearing off but my body was primed by then and I knew that I
had to get laid. That’s part of the reason I was at a college away
from home. I wanted to experience a lot at college and most of what
I wanted to experience was sexual.

I pulled back and looked into his half-closed
eyes. “What we do tonight is between us, period. Ever violate that
one simple little rule and I’ll kick you in your dick, are we
clear?”

“Uh, yes,” he stammered. “We’ve only been
kissing though, nothing really happened.”

“You dummy, do you want something to happen
or do we end it here?” I asked. I ground my crotch into his just in
case the message was not totally clear. His cock felt good even
through the fabric of his jeans and I hoped he was smart enough to
at least lie to me so we could proceed.

“I can keep a secret,” he said.

“And you will keep this secret,” I said to
him, once again grinding our crotches together to emphasize my
point.

“And I will keep this a secret,” he said.

I’m not sure who breathed the larger sigh of
relief, Brian or me. He had lifted his head up and now I pushed him
back down to the bed. I pressed my lips to his just as his hands
made their way under my shirt again. I wanted to get laid that
night and he was the closest contender. I wasn’t going to try and
trade up any further.

This time when both of his hands found their
way to my stomach I wanted him to touch me, I needed his touch. I
wasn’t going to discover sex by masturbating or not having sex. I
arched my back so his fingers could slip under my bra and onto my
breasts. It was clear that I was going to have to show this college
boy what I wanted and I was determined to do just that. That’s when
Brian showed some initiative and pulled my shirt off and started to
fumble with my bra, trying to unhook it. My nipples wanted some
fresh air, and I was pissed that Brian was inept at this part of
the game. My bra clasped in the front for easy exit and his hands
were both behind me, but I let him keep going. I could have reached
in front and unclasped the bra in a half second, but it was more
fun to feel his hands fumbling around in back trying to find the
clasp that wasn’t there.

I was grinding my pussy into Brian’s cock and
it was warming me up even more. I needed this. I needed the blood
rushing through me and the relief of an orgasm. Brian began to
press his crotch into me and his face clenched up tight. I was
still pretty new to sex but I knew that if he continued he wouldn’t
have anything left for me.

“Oh, baby,” he called out.

“Slow down, Brian,” I said in as sweet a
voice as I could muster.

“I, oh, I, ohhhh,” he called out, and then
fell back onto the bed.

He stopped moving and just lay there, and
after a few seconds I could feel the wetness seeping through his
pants. He’d shot his load in his jeans and left me hanging.

“What the fuck, what about me?” I asked.

He lifted his head and looked at me.
“Huh?”

“You just lost your shit, didn’t you? How are
you going to take care of me?” I asked, again trying to be
sweet.

“I think you got off, you know…” his voice
trailed off but the gist of it was that Brian was a douchebag who
had no clue whether or not I had achieved an orgasm or not.

“No, I didn’t,” I said, the irritation now
palpable in my voice.

That’s when I noticed Brian’s attention was
somewhere over my shoulder so I turned to see what it was. Crystal
and Annette had walked in from the bathroom and were standing there
laughing silently, both of them looking freshly fucked and I was
jealous.

“Hey, Daria, is Brian the first guy to
disappoint you?” asked Annette as Crystal giggled near her.

It was such an absurd question that I broke
out laughing. I looked down at Brian who was trying to crawl out
from under me and I had to keep laughing at the absurdity of it
all. Brian didn’t like that we were laughing at his performance, if
you could call it that.

“But I thought she already did…” said Brian,
a crushed look on his face. He knew he was a chump and was just
trying to save face.

“Brian, you need to learn the first rule of
good sex; GCF, Girl Cums First,” said Crystal, her voice carrying a
hard edge to it.

“She was into it,” he stammered.

“You lost your load and never even fucked
her, big mistake. You don’t want to get that reputation on campus,
could make for a very long four years,” said Annette as she joined
in on the fun.

“Hey, we said this was a private thing, only
between us,” he stammered.

“Quick Draw Brian,” said Crystal. “It has a
certain ring to it.”

She was clearly enjoying this roundabout way
of telling me that this is what I could expect more of. I knew she
was probably right but I also didn’t want to beat up on Brian any
more.

“Well, Daria has another party to run off to
so you’ll have to try again some other day,” said Crystal.

I looked at her as I moved off of Brian and
sat on the edge of the bed re-hooking my bra. You could see the
wetness in his jeans where he’d cum and I laughed. I slipped on my
shirt, adjusted my bra and stood up, straightening my clothes and
running my fingers through my hair. Annette walked over to me and
helped me get organized and I felt like the shortest person on
campus standing next to her. But she had a sweet look on her face
and I liked her.

“Don’t just give it away to every guy who
brings you a free beer, Daria,” she said. She leaned down and
kissed my cheek.

“See ya, Daria,” said Brian then he stood up
and hurried from the room.

As Brian walked off I saw that Crystal was
grinning from ear to ear. “Welcome to college sex, Daria, it does
get better,” she said.

Then with Crystal on one side and Annette on
the other the three of us walked out of the room and downstairs.
Annette was tall and confident and Crystal was a beautiful blond,
so when we walked downstairs conversation died out. I was not in
the same category as either of those two women but for a few
seconds it sure felt like it. Some guy opened the front door and
bowed as we walked past and into the night.

“So where’s the next party?” I asked.

“What are you in the mood for?” asked
Crystal.

“Now I really need to get laid,” I said,
blowing a strand of hair from my face.

“We were watching through a crack in the door
as he fumbled with your bra and we had to rescue you,” said
Annette. “We never thought he would lose his load so quickly, that
was a record. He is clearly not up to the task.”

“That’s a first for me,” I said.

“I doubt it was a first for Brian. How many
guys have you been with?” asked Annette.

“Three plus Brian,” I said.

“But her first guy was a man and really took
care of her,” said Crystal. “Tell her about him, Daria.”

“Really? Tell me more,” said Annette.

We walked along and I told them the story of
my first time in St. Martin. It was a story I loved to tell, and
from their comments I knew I had chosen well the previous summer.
How our eyes met across the expanse of the swimming pool, and how I
had screwed up the courage to flash him, knowing he was the only
person around who could see my pussy from that angle. The way his
face lit up every time I flashed him, yet he didn’t try to rush the
tease, he played along with it. The first time his cock slid into
me and my first two orgasms would always be lifelong memories for
me. My face felt warm.

“And how many women have you slept with?”
asked Annette.

“Two,” I said as I felt my face get
warmer.

“So you’ve had an orgasm from a guy and a
girl, right? asked Annette.

“Yes, several, right in a row!” I said as I
blushed. Both of the girls screamed and giggled with me as we
walked down the road arm-in-arm.

“Then you just need to find the right person
again,” said Annette.

“As often as possible,” I said. “I’m horny as
all hell right now.”

“If you’re up for an adventure we’ll take you
to Peggy’s,” said Crystal.

“I’m up for an adventure,” I said.

We were walking with little urgency once
again. I became clear that while we had a direction in mind we were
not taking the most direct route. The evening was cool but we were
prepared for it, and the sky was full of stars. We talked, mostly
about sex, laughing as we walked along. Several cars slowed down
and offered us a ride, but the girls made it clear that was not
going to happen. I could tell that Crystal and Annette knew where
we were headed so I just enjoyed myself. It was fall and the smell
of fires burning in nearby fireplaces was enough to make me
dreamy.

Then we started walking down a long
tree-lined driveway. We weren’t far from campus and everywhere else
the houses were spaced much closer together. I looked around and
for once didn’t see a house anywhere. What I saw was a big field
bordered in wooden fencing and trees that created a privacy screen.
This was a private reserve in the city and I was intrigued.

The house sat in the middle of a clearing
seemed to be a quarter mile in front of us. It was a dark night
with only a sliver of moon and the smoke from the fireplace was
being blown about by a fall wind. We stepped to the side of the
driveway to let a car go by and kept walking. I looked around and
saw that the trees and wooden fence circled the whole property,
creating a private space in the city. The grounds of the house were
inspired and my skin tingled with excitement.