Naked Party with the DJ (3 page)

We walked around onto the deck of the house
instead of going right in. The lights in the house were dimmed and
the sliver of moon didn’t add much. So as we stopped and turned and
leaned against the rail, I looked into the house and saw Caligula.
There were people fucking everywhere, standing, sitting, lying
down, swinging in some kind of leather thing.

There were a number of couples, all of them
naked, standing, sitting, and laying about in various stages of
sex. There were women at the upstairs rail overlooking the action
below them as a guy stood behind each, taking her from behind.
There were some smaller random pockets of people, two or three of
them fucking, sucking and enjoying frolicking sex. It was something
to gaze at.

Crystal held me at arm’s length and smiled.
“Are you ready for your first naked party?” she asked.

“This is an orgy,” I said, as if I’d been to
many of them.

“Party, orgy, lots of sex if you want it,
lots of sex to watch if you don’t,” she giggled. I looked between
Crystal and Annette, wondering if this time I had gone too far and
should back out right there.

Annette looked me in the eyes and placed a
kiss on my lips. “You want to do this, Daria,” she said as she
tugged my arm and we walked around to the door and into the party
inside.

The warmth of the house felt good after the
cool of the evening outside. We walked in and went straight to a
large wet bar. A very short but very tan man was on his knees and
going down on a very skinny and very tan woman nearby. She was
leaning up against the curtains, her hands loosely holding on to
his head, her head rolled to her right side and she was moaning.
While over in the living room I saw two different couples side by
side on the couch, each of the women bouncing up and down on the
laps of a man. Then another group of people were elaborately
entwined as they fucked and sucked in front of the fireplace. There
was a guy masturbating, then some woman joined him and did the
masturbating for him.

“Hey Crystal,” someone called out and others
turned to look. Several more people called out their greetings then
continued with what they were already engaged in. Several people
called out a greeting to Annette, then also returned to their
partner or partners and continued.

“What the hell have we walked in on?” I asked
to no one in particular.

“The most erotically charged party in
Vancouver,” replied the DJ as his head moved to the beat of the
jazz in the background.

On a table between the dining room and living
room they had set up a mixing board, two laptops, and each had
several iPads, IPhones and other devices hooked up to them. I
looked up and the guy who had said it was smiling at me.

“Tommy?” I asked. His smile grew even larger
but he had already recognized me. We were in a class together and
had talked briefly several times. This time he was completely naked
and I liked it, especially when he made a brief effort to cover his
half erect cock.

“So shy quiet girl is not so shy?” he asked
as he looked back at one of the laptops.

“And the song guy knows a little bit about
jazz,” I said as I walked over to him.

Tommy had volunteered to provide the music
for my video after hearing about the rough cut from one of my film
school classmates. But I had held him off until we finished the
final edit. I figured he was just another city boy looking for his
way in life through angry rap songs and now I regretted blowing him
off. The music that was playing fit the mood of the evening
perfectly.

I didn’t say anything as I watched him create
music right there. I heard snippets of songs I knew but they were
interlaced with a new beat, a string section flew out of the
speakers and joined the room, and more important, the music matched
the rhythm of the room. I gazed at the naked couples and realized
that no one was porn fucking; no one was putting on a show. They
were all fucking to a shared rhythm that Tommy was making up as the
night progressed. The tempo changed ever so gradually and it grew
in intensity.

“Music for fucking is great practice,” he
said, a huge smile on his face. “I gotta cue up some songs, let’s
talk later. I still want to do the music for your film. I hear it’s
amazing.”

“Yes,” I said, meaning yes to both but didn’t
want to have to explain. He grinned then turned his full attention
to the gear in front of him.

I also realized that I wasn’t nervous any
more. I knew Tommy and The two girls and suddenly it was all okay.
I turned my head to look for the girls and saw that Annette had
pushed Crystal up against the wet bar as she slowly undressed her.
Then Crystal saw me watching and they walked over to me.

“You know the DJ?” asked Annette.

“We have a class together and he wants to do
the music for my video,” I told them.

“You mean, for my video,” said Crystal
slyly.

“Yes, so you know how important the music
is,” I replied.

“He’s been working Peggy’s parties for a long
time. That guy knows his music, I’ll give him that,” she said. “He
should do the music for my video.”

“I’ll make it happen,” I said.

“Come on, Daria, we’ll introduce you to some
friends,” said Crystal as she took my arm.

The flames in the fireplace danced across the
walls, mixing with the jazz in the background to provide a soothing
sexual environment. I looked out the floor to ceiling windows and
saw the sky filled with stars beyond. Then I looked back over at
Tommy, so engaged in what he was doing he didn’t notice me looking
this time.

There is something amazing about geeks who
are passionately into technology. I love my computer and think a
video camera is a gateway into people’s souls. So I felt like I
understood what he was living right then, at that moment. His eyes
looked out at the room and he smiled as they moved over me. But he
kept looking. He needed to gauge the room to see what music they
needed him to provide.

Crystal took my hand and led us to one of the
bedrooms on the far side of the living room. She and Annette
removed their blouses just as I saw piles of clothes spread
everywhere in the room. Crystal smiled at me and walked over and,
began taking my clothes off.

“It’s easier to get naked,” she said, “even
if you don’t want to join in. If what you’ve seen already doesn’t
turn you off then nothing else here will. You can participate or
not, but it really helps to be naked.”

She and Annette looked at each other and
laughed and I joined in. “I’m in,” I said as the last of what I was
wearing hit the floor. I gathered my things together and folded
them quickly so I could find them later.

When all three of us were naked Crystal
pulled Annette and me to her and we all hugged. “Daria, I would not
have brought you here if I didn’t think you will enjoy the hell out
of it. But, if you ever feel you need to leave, grab me and we’ll
go, okay?” She asked.

I smiled and leaned over to kiss her. My
whole body tingled at the thought of making love to Crystal and
Traci, so standing here naked with Crystal and Annette was working
its own type of magic on me. That memorable night in the
condominium in Vancouver still brought me close to orgasm every
time I thought of it. I hadn’t seen Traci around campus much, but I
sure did think of her at times. And Crystal said she wanted to meet
up which was what I had wanted to hear.

“I think I’m going to be just fine, seeing
Tommy naked made me relax,” I said.

“You like him, don’t you?” asked Annette.

“He’s nice, and if he’s not like Brian I’ll
fuck him silly,” I replied. I knew I was blushing, but what the
hell?

“You have protection, right?” asked
Annette.

“I do,” I said then checked my hidden pocket
in my skirt for it.

“You also need to be on the pill, just for
the added protection,” she said.

“I am already,” I said. It was one thing my
mother and I did agree on after all.

Crystal stepped into the bathroom as Annette
and I set our clothes where we would know where to find them later.
Annette folded Crystal’s clothes and laid them on top of hers.

Then Crystal walked back into the bedroom
with her finger up to her lips, motioning for us to keep quiet. She
pulled us into the bathroom and shut the door behind us, and
quietly opened the door leading to the other bedroom. We could hear
voices but had to step closer to hear them better.

“You came in like three seconds, Brian.
What’s wrong with you?” asked a woman’s voice in the other
bedroom.

“But, baby, it’s because…” whined Brian.

“It’s because shit, you’re a little boy
trying to play a man’s game,” said the woman. Her voice was gaining
an edge as she spoke.

Crystal looked at me and you could tell that
she couldn’t stop from laughing out loud much longer. We had
giggled about Brian’s early release on the walk over here, but it
wasn’t something that I really cared about. But, Brian had lied to
me and told me how special I was, how he’d seen me around campus
and wanted to meet, and that even though the night was moving fast
he knew we had a future. I had known it was bullshit but now he was
being an asshole. That future lasted about two minutes, or however
long it took him to have his premature explosion in his pants. I
didn’t want revenge but I also wanted him to know that he was
caught and an asshole.

I yanked open the bathroom door and looked
for the light switch. I flipped on the light to reveal Brian still
fully dressed while a handsome lady in her late 30s was standing up
off the bed, clearly pissed off at Brian. Turning on the light
startled them both and they looked my way just as Crystal and
Annette broke out in laughter. I was carrying a glass of red wine
and walked over to Brian and poured it over his head. It dripped
onto the bed.

“So Brian,” I asked, “you shoot your load
early twice in one night, is that a new record or just normal for
you?”

Behind me I heard Crystal and Annette
laughing. “She’s going to be just fine,” I heard Crystal say.

“But, baby,” whined Brian.

“Which one of us?” Asked the land the lady as
she looked at me and smiled. “I don’t care that he tried to fuck
the two of us in one night, that’s why we all come to Peggy’s
house,” she said. “I just care that you can’t hold back when you’re
in the prime of your sexual journey. What’s wrong with you? What
are you going to do once you get married?”

Suddenly it dawned on me where I’d seen the
lady before. It was in school, walking by one of the large lecture
halls as she was giving a lecture on sexuality.

“Dr. Hester?” I asked.

She looked at me and grinned, a very large
grin, knowing that I knew exactly who she was. “As long as I’m a
lecturer on topics related to sex I’m going to be an active
participant. And I recommend you do the same, though you don’t have
to lecture.” Her head was held high and she was smiling as she left
the room.

“You’re a limp-dick douche bag, Brian,” said
Crystal as she poured her own glass of wine over his head. “I
suggest you leave now.” That was the meanest thing I had heard
Crystal say since I’d met her.

We walked out of the bedroom and back over to
the bar area to refill our drinks. We were quietly laughing the
whole way and I was intrigued by the fact that Dr. Hester had
already found a skinny guy who was fucking her up against the wall.
It was good to see that she had recovered so quickly. We sipped our
drinks at the bar and surveyed the crowd.

“Come on,” said Crystal as she walked over to
the stairs. “I think we need a quiet reset before venturing
further.”

We walked upstairs, said hello to the people
standing by the railing watching the festivities below, then turned
and walked into the bathroom. The first thing I noticed about the
bathroom was a beautiful view looking out over the land surrounding
the house. As I stood gazing at the marble sinks and how pretty the
scene outside the window was, Crystal walked into the next room
then squealed with delight. We’d only been roommates for a short
time, but I already knew that when she was really happy it was a
lot of fun to watch. I knew something good was going to happen.

I heard water start to run in in the other
room and walked in to see the largest bathtub I’d ever seen, even
on TV. This bathroom was a destination of its own. This bathroom
was bigger than Mom and Dad’s living room and dining room combined.
Water was filling the tub as Crystal searched for something in
cupboards nearby. Then she found some bath salts and poured them
into the steamy water.

Annette began lighting the candles that were
spread around behind the rim of the tub. Then she walked over and
turned off the overhead light as the candles began to burn
brighter. The curtains were opened to reveal another floor to
ceiling window looking out across the valley outside. On that dark
night stars were visible and you could see the lights of houses
twinkling far off in the distance. Fortunately none of them was
close enough to see what we were doing.

Crystal stepped into the tub first, and
started walking around to mix up the bath salts. When she took my
hand and pulled me into the tub I followed willingly. The water was
hot and steam was rising. The hot water stung my skin when I sat in
the tub. Once again I had Annette on one side and Crystal on the
other. I looked at both of them and they were sweating, so I knew I
was too. The water ran for several more minutes until the tub was
full.

The room was suddenly quiet as we reclined
back into the tub, the hot water felt good on my body. “To ladies
night out,” said Annette as she raised her glass in a toast.

I laid my head on the rim of the tub, the
warm water hypnotizing me as I listed to the jazz, and realized
that there were small speakers in the bathroom and Tommy’s music
was being piped in. I heard a splash of water and opened my eyes to
see Crystal pull Annette to her feet and had her sit on the rim of
the tub. Crystal kissed her lips, and then she kissed a lazy path
down Annette’s chest and stomach. Annette’s body was built for
sports. Her breasts were a firm B cup and she was toned and strong,
quick on her feet. I watched as her head shifted to the side and
listened as she started moaning louder than before.