Fantasy

Big Davey lead me through the party, a deeply mussed Misty. No one whipped out a camera to show our mutual walk of shame. And in any case my debauching was going to be much less news worthy than the videos that had already been taking.

Like right now through the patio I could see a bunch of people, phones out, shooting the impromptu pool party. As predicted, the casual drinkers and hangers out had gone home, and this was the point where the serious teen aged alcoholics would be blacking out. Best capture the party with your pocket memory.

Yeah I was drunk too, that doesn’t mean I can’t judge. In fact while your drunk is the most popular time to get judgey.

Big Davey lead me up a small flight of stairs and up to the first door on the left. He knocked softly and waited for Sarah to open the door. When she did the two of us scuttled inside, and Sarah closed the door again without a sound.

After the raucous downstairs the quiet in this room was deafening. Sarah’s bedroom was three times the size of mine, and had a balcony. With a hot tub.

I don’t think it was her hot tub, I’m pretty sure it was her families and it just lived on the balcony that wrapped around the entire second floor. But God. Damn.

“I found her in the basement, getting her dick sucked,” Big Davey reported to the crew, scattered around the room.

I punched his shoulder, “You didn’t seem to mind sucking it.” What a big funny joke this is! Tis to laugh! I might die.

And there were some scattered laughs, but at this point everyone was trying to enjoy the drunk they were, in some peace and quiet.

Then someone tapped me on the shoulder, I turned saw my Jedi wet dream and started coughing on my wine.

Rachel was a cosplay genius with her own sewing machine and the time and money to dedicate to it. In front of me was a pitch perfect Luminara Unduli. Green skin and headdress right out of the movie.

All I remember of the next three minutes is gushing over her costume, as she explained how she had put it together. I don’t remember anything she said about that because the phrase jump her bones was going through my head on repeat.

She was still talking about the stitching and the framework for the head dress as we were all sitting in a circle. And all I can think about is her as a circle formed on Sarah’s floor. I didn’t notice the circle because I was still thinking it (and because I’m more than a little drunk) when Autumn tugged on the hem of my shorts. I sat in her lap while I told Rachel about Luminara’s appearances in Clone Wars. She put her chin on her fist while I talked and she took my cards off the floor and handed them to me when it was my turn.

That’s when I found out that we were playing Exploding Kittens (two decks to accommodate the number of players).

I burnt my defuse card on the first turn, bad luck but it happens. I was too drunk to have a strategy.

Here’s a run down of Exploding Kittens really fast. You take turns drawing cards. If you get an exploding kitten you lose. There is one less exploding kitten in the deck than there are number of players, so it’s a game that you don’t win, so much as you avoid losing. Players start with 4 cards and a defuse card, and there might or might not be more diffuse cards to draw from the deck; that depends on the number of players and the trustworthiness (or sadism) of the dealer. If you draw an exploding kitten you can discard the defuse card to put the kitten back in the deck. The rules are clear that you can put the kitten anywhere in the deck, and stipulate specifically that you can put it right the fuck back on the top, where the next player must draw it.

I wasn’t really paying any attention to the rules, because Rachel was showing me her Jedi boots while I put the kitten back on top of the deck.

She wasn’t really paying any attention as she took the exploding kitten card off the top. She still didn’t appear to be paying attention when she threw her cards into the discard pile and held up her hands.

I was still drunkenly talking and there was a lot of background chatter. Then the thought Oh, we’re playing daisy chain, caught up to Rachel’s very intense stare.

I swallowed some wine to deal with that. It wasn’t until two turns later that I drew, found out I’d lost, and realized that a smarter Aisling would have been hoping for that outcome the whole time. The way Rachel clearly had been.

My breath was coming fast, but I felt in control when I asked, “Is that lipstick waterproof?” They make waterproof lipstick, right?

Rachel shook her head but I’d fallen backwards into my own mind, because Autumn had her hands under my shirt. She swung me to the side of the game a little bit, and in a couple of moves she had my suspenders off my shoulders and my pants unbuckled.

I still wasn’t taking any agency, but not because I was drunk. This appeared to be out of my control. Rachel was going to eat my pussy, and in a little bit …

None of that mattered because Rachel was going to eat my pussy and everyone wanted her to.

She got onto her knees and pulled my shorts off, the red suspenders flailing around as she threw them over her shoulder. Autumn still had cards in one hand as I lay in her lap and one hand went from one nipple to another.

And I felt a now familiar sense of pseudo-anxiety and there was no way to stop any of this.

I was not feeling the anxiety because of the sexual situation. It had been a couple of weeks with these people building up a tolerance to sexual situations. In any case I was at a level of inebriation where I would have been immune to the tension even if I could feel it.

No what upset me was that I really didn’t want to be eaten out.

No, that isn’t true. I did really want that. I wanted to feel her breath on my pussy, and her slick tongue on my clit. I wanted to look into her eyes as she stared over my mons at me. I wanted to come all over her face.

But I couldn’t.

Or at least, I didn’t know how to do it.

I’ve been pretty up front about everything that has happened, or at least the first times. But not my first time getting eaten. If I have to be honest, it’s because I’m embarrassed about the whole thing. I would have to count on my fingers to figure out how many times I’d been eaten out before and who had done it. It felt nice, every time.

But it hadn’t felt more than that.

Yes, good, and certainly don’t stop. But it didn’t get me off. All the other times I had lain there and slowly realized that I would not be getting an orgasm any time soon. And that had built up into a feeling of recrimination: that I didn’t appreciate my friends enough when they were nice enough to give me a tongue bath. And that had stressed me until a climax was out of the picture. On three occasions the eater had decided to escalate to fingers, and that changed the game.

On one I had faked.

Well not faked, but Wee Davey had sat down beside me and I had to cast Bree aside so that I could get his pants off. She asked if she’d gotten it, and I had nodded. Which is basically faking.

So as I lay in Autumns arms and felt her run one finger around my areola, and as I hummed in my throat as she drew a card and pinched my nipple at the same time; and as Rachel crouched over me like a predatory animal that was getting ready to slurp my quim; all I could think was, this isn’t going to work.

I braced myself and closed my eyes. Something nudged my muff and then I heard Rachel breathe in. Her nose was skooshing the wet spot on the center of my panties into me. I was a conflict between being drunkenly sexed up, and apprehensive. That was more for her than for you. And then, wait. She thinks I smell like sex. Finally, shut up with your commentary, your smell is turning her on. That got me in the right head space, the aroused headspace, and I opened my eyes to watch her.

Then I shut my eyes again, because what I was watching her do was run her tongue under the panty band around my waist and watching her was getting in the way of that. She managed to get her tongue really in there too, until I felt it tickle my hairs. Then the tongue went away and there were a few little kisses and the tongue was back along the band around my left leg. It wormed it’s way in, snuck around for a taste of me, and darted away again. When it came to do it again to the other side I think I sighed, and Autumn squeezed my breast in tandem.

“I’m out,” Wee Davey said.

“She’s busy,” Autumn told him, “Take my defuse card.”

I let the ensuing argument wash over me, because Rachel’s tongue was sneaking across my lips, pulling the band into her teeth, and then she was tugging my panties off with her mouth. I had to open my eyes to watch a green skinned alien between my legs. When she got my panties to my knees I lifted my leg up, got a little tangled, and then felt very strong fingers hold my thighs still and finish taking the panties away.

“Pull up her stockings,” Bree reminded me that I was still wearing them.

I tugged them up myself, and managed to find her across the circle. She was sitting on Regular Dave’s lap and he had his hands in her pants. Is everyone watching me? Do I even like that? “Shoes on or off?” I asked her. I would decide whether I liked getting watched later. In the meantime people clearly liked watching.

“On,” three people answered. They were just my vans, but who was I to judge.

I was the girl who was getting her legs spread, the girl who was tucking her knees around her arm pits, and the girl who was pointing her toes as a Jedi went down on her. In case you lost track.

Okay Aisling, just relax and you’ll be coming in seconds from—ooooooh. Rachel’s tongue tickled along the ligament inside my thigh. Then the bitch stopped to kiss it and I giggled. I stopped giggling when Autumn bent down to kiss my forehead, and instead strained up to find her lips. She tasted like a mixture of alcohol and lust.

I opened my eyes again to see Rachel get down on her elbows. Hazel eyes made a brief contact with mine before she had to focus her attention again. And there it was, a cool tongue on the outside of my lips.

Just relax and experience it.

The tongue went up one side, and smeared over my clitty, setting a moan out of me, before it fell away again. Then up that lip, and moan, and down. “You don’t taste like cinnamon,” Rachel told me.

“What do I—” I couldn’t finish the thought because she’d started in earnest, licking up and down my button. Her tongue was hot in the center, and cool at the edges. Warm on my clit while my lips chilled. I felt the room drift away and tried to keep feeling. There’s a lesbian licking your clit, while another plays with your tits. You’re like Queen Misty, being pleasured by her servants. This is hot, Aisling.

Eyes closed I could see myself on the floor, shirt up over my tits now, bra on the floor, stockings on, pants somewhere. Rachel had her head buried in my snatch and my head was lolling around. I could hear myself breathing heavy, more gasps and signs than moans. And I could hear them rising in pitch.

And while I felt the pleasure build quickly, and heard my gasps turn to consistent if subtle cries; I could also feel the top. The point at which it would rise and go no further. Could feel the tangential wave on the edge of my fingertips.

There it was again. The point where it got good an no better. I just had to put myself in the right head space maybe?

Okay Aisling. You look great, your pussy is getting licked by a Jedi. Do you need a fantasy? Why? What could be better than this? My imagination failed me as Rachel started alternating the tension of her licks. Hard hard hard. Soft. Hard. Soft soft soft.

Maybe if you watched? I opened my eyes to look at her head, bobbing back and forth between my legs. I could see the lace trim of my stockings on either side of her green face. It was enough to get the tension up a notch. Okay that’s what I neede—nope. The tension drifted back down again.

How long had she been doing it? Long? She must have because Autumn scooted out from under me and started caressing my face. “What does lovey need?” She crooned.

I shook my head, I was not going to get embarrassed about this, because then my climax was out of the question. At the same time I was asking myself the same thing and getting nowhere.

“Oh, lovey needs Rachel’s special trick,” Autumn told me.

I tried not to nod. I might have succeeded. Anything to get me over.

Autumn’s bare thighs were on either side of my head then. I have no idea when she had stripped off her leotard, but her bare pussy was above my face. She was on her knees, not even bothering to splay them an give me a chance to reach up with my own tongue. But the scene again brought the tension up, and the tension again receded.

I didn’t want anyone too stop, but I was on my way to getting despondent. What was wrong with me that I couldn’t orgasm from this. It was great. I demand that I have an orgasm right now, body. Do it.

Several things happened then in very quick succession. Autumn ran her fingers over my tummy to my pussy, and with two of them she reached into my pussy and pulled all of lips (big and little and everything) apart. I had a moment to feel exposed and dirty, and wasn’t sure I enjoyed the feeling or not. Then Rachel pucker her lips and put them on my clit. I could feel both of them encapsulating my little nubbin. I suddenly wasn’t sure if I was laying on my back, or if my whole body was resting in between her lips. I decided to let out a little cry about it, let her know that this was good, when Rachel gave a tiny suckle and popped me into her mouth to suck on.

I don’t know how to describe the noises I started making, but I was told later that I “shrieked like a wild cat,” so we’ll go with that. Everyone started to shush me, but I was in the middle of climaxing and couldn’t stop. I remember someone saying, “There are still people downstairs!” If I could have stopped making the noise I would have told them that I wasn’t doing it on my own. Rachel was sucking all of these sounds out of my clit. I was really the victim. But I couldn’t stop making the noises to tell them that, so I just kept making them instead.

Autumn either saw a perfect opportunity or cause for alarm. Either way she decided to smother my voice with her pussy. I had the presence of mind to close my lips, which just mean that I was making a buzzing on her pussy.

My legs were beginning to cramp and I still wasn’t coming down. I realized that I had a quim on my face and a duty as a friend. Autumn blew that thought out of my mind by grabbing a nipple in each hand and giving a twist.

It should have hurt cruelly, but I wasn’t sure I could feel anything that wasn’t pleasure and more pleasure.

Rachel let me down finally. Literally and figuratively. I realized as my body came back into focus that she had been holding my hips off the floor and up to her mouth.

Autumn got off my face and sat back, and they both gave me a breather.

When I managed to sit up I found that Rachel had my bottle of wine, and was looking around with an unbelievably smug look on her face. She gave me a wink when I took the bottle.

“Has anyone every managed to pay you back?” I asked her. Around us I had appeared to have missed most of the action. Everyone was in a stage of undress, and other than Autumn and Big Davey (who appeared to be mid-late fuck), there was a “just came” atmosphere.

“Not yet,” Rachel told me. “But you are welcome to try.”

I leaned forward and kissed her, tasting myself mingled with her lipstick. “Your…your dots have smeared,” I said as I started trying to figure out how to get her Jedi pants off.

Autumn and I cuddled in the back of a Lyft as the sky lightened at the very edges. I was adamant that she not drive. She had some kind of argument formulated when I cut her off with, “If you drive, I’m grounded. If I’m grounded we can’t hang out.”

The driver knew better than to ask how the night had gone. I wasn’t even sure if it was policy to let under 18s use the app. When I sobered up I would realize just how creepy the guy had been, but those were sober thoughts I couldn’t think just then.

I kissed Autumn goodbye, and left the Lyft driver a big enough tip he wouldn’t report something. I slunk inside and into bed, thighs still tingling sore.