29 November 2006

In The Mood

Back to October now...

I sat in history class anxiously waiting for 7:30, when I would leave to catch my bus into the city. I would have skipped class or at least left earlier had I known I would be dropping.

Oh well.

Jefferson had told me on Friday he wasn’t getting the best response for the party and might end up canceling it, but I hadn’t heard any word of what was up before I left, so I wasn’t so sure what to expect.

I did know I was going to spend the night, the first time since the summer, and that made me very, very happy.

When I got there Mitzi, Jake, and this girl, Mimi were already there.

Let me explain Mimi. I first met her at my 1st sex party at Jefferson’s (though I never blogged that night). She’s my age (only a few months older) I’m ashamed to say. And she’s loud, obnoxious, and juvenile. And that’s putting it nicely.

That first night she was only there to watch. The most I remember is her wanting a keg (for all 6 of us) and being all sprawled out on Jefferson the entire night.

Now, we all know 1st impressions usually do stick, and that’s even more true when they’re upheld on a second encounter.

So, I wasn’t entirely happy to see her there, but I hoped that night would be better.

But I was excited to see Jake there.

And I was also a little surprised to see Mitzi there since Jefferson had told me she wasn’t coming.

It was the 1st time we were seeing each other since our fight, and we hadn’t really spoken much either. She was sitting on the floor when I came in and got up to give me a big hug.

“Guess what,” I said to her.
“I got a tattoo!”
“You did?! When?”
“When I ran away.”
“Oh, ok. Where is it?”
“Here,” I said undoing my pants to show her.
“Very cool!”

I went over to Jefferson and gave him a more proper hello before settling on the couch. I could feel my mood wavering already and was starting to get a little anxious being around everyone. I sat quietly as everyone talked and texted with Noelle a little bit too.

I heard Mimi mention something about beer again, prompting me to just roll my eyes.

I stepped into the back room for a little bit to make a phone call I promised to make. I was talking about my troubles in school with my old therapist, which sure didn’t do much to help my mood.

When I finished my call I returned to the living room to see more people had arrived. New people I hadn’t met before. But also including straight boy, Donny, who just so happens to like getting fucked by guys, or at least Jefferson.

I hugged Jefferson, just wanting to be near him a bit.

Mark and Nate arrived and Jefferson and I kissed them hello after not seeing them all summer.

Pretty soon people were itching to get the party started, and Jefferson, always the good host, knows just how to do that.

“The trick is to pick out the weak ones.”

He instinctively took mine and Mitzi’s arms and began leading us to the bedroom.

“Are they weak ones?” someone asked.
“No, just easy.”

I reluctantly followed, not entirely in the mood for a sex party at that moment in time. But I figured if I just followed along, I’d eventually get more into it.

I leaned against the wall, sipping my water, and watched as Jefferson and Mitzi undressed.

“Let’s get grandma undressed too,” he said coming over to me.
“Grandma?” I questioned.
“Cause of your sweater,” he said pulling it off me.

I let Jefferson peel my clothes and lead me by the bed.

Nate joined us and made out with Mitzi on the bed.

Jefferson kissed me, leaning me back on the bed with my head resting on Nate and Mitzi’s legs, and made his way to between my legs. I closed my eyes and moaned softly as Jefferson’s tongue flicked over my clit.

But I couldn’t focus. My mind kept wandering.

I felt a hand on my nipple and opened my eyes to see Mitzi’s hand reaching towards me.

I closed my eyes again and tried to keep my focus on Jefferson eating me out. I kept getting distracted by fleeting thoughts though, and couldn’t even get close to cumming. He stood up after a little bit and I wrapped my legs around his hips drawing him close to me. He plopped on top of me and we kissed a bit.

Nate had gotten naked and was fucking Mitzi in the meanwhile.

I eventually found myself alone with Nate. He was moaning as I worked my mouth on his cock. I sucked along the length of him, swirling my tongue along the sides and around the top.

“Oh man, that is incredible!” he exclaimed.
“Well, you know…” I blushed.

He grabbed a condom and had me climb on top of him. He held my hips firm as he pumped his cock into me. I grabbed his shoulders to steady myself. My head rolled back, my eyes closing, as I moaned loudly from his cock hitting that good spot.

Nate slowed his hips down a bit and I took over rocking my hips back and forth. Nate moaned and sweat started forming on his skin as we fucked harder.

He took control again, pulling my hair, hard, and fucking me, hard.

But I still couldn’t concentrate enough to cum.

Though that’s not to say I wasn’t enjoying it!

“Hey, think I could get more of that amazing blow job?” Nate asked me after a little bit.

He peeled off the condom and I laid between his legs, taking his cock in my mouth. He grunted and bucked his hips gently as I blew him with just the perfect amount of suction and adding good tongue work. I kept at it, giving him my best stuff until we decided to take a breather.

And boy did I need one.

I pull on my shirt and panties and head to the kitchen to refill my water, passing a naked Mimi on the way and a naked Jefferson and Mitzi on the couch.

I was tempted to dress and take a walk, but decided to just get a few minutes alone in the kitchen. When I could. Nate kept coming for me to bite me and pull my hair.

After a little bit longer, I was coaxed back into the bedroom.

Nate pulled my shirt and underwear back off and laid me down on the bed. He grabbed a condom and climbed on top me. He only fucked me for a few minutes before backing off.

I stayed where I was and watched Jefferson and Mimi at the bottom of the bed. He stood above her as she laid on the bed, insulting him.

That pushed my buttons.

“You’re not that big, I can barely even feel you,” she taunted him.
“Is that so?” he said as he started fucking her.
“Is that all you can do? That’s hardly anything.”

Oh God, I just wanted someone to shut her up!

Jefferson started fucking her faster.

“Oh Jefferson,” she sighed.

Ugh. My stomach immediately knotted. And my heart pained.

I needed to be having my own sex.

“Why is it there are four guys standing around the bed and I’m not being fucked right now?” I complained.

Jake offered himself up, but asked for a blow job first. I happily obliged getting on my knees between his legs. I took his rather large cock in my mouth and did my thing.

He moaned and complimented my skills making me giggle and blush.

“How do you want me to fuck you?” he asked when he was ready.
“Um, hard,” I said smiling.

I was finally getting in the mood.

I heard him grab for a condom before he positioned me on my knees, widthwise across the bed. He kneeled behind me and pushed into me. I groaned as the length (and girth!) of him filled me.

Jake fucked me hard from the beginning. I gripped the sheets, grunting and groaning as he shoved into me. He pushed my shoulders down into the mattress roughly.

He took a long stroke into me, hitting my cervix, making me jerk forward.

“I thought you said you wanted me to fuck you hard,” he said, pulling my hips back.

I cried out as he grabbed my hair, yanking my head back and whimpered as he continued to tug. I groaned as he shoved me back down.

Since I have such a weakness for being fucked doggy style, it wasn’t long before I was cumming. My first time for the night. I cried out loudly, arching my back, as my pussy spasmed around Jake’s cock.

“Wow, she’s really loud…but I probably shouldn’t say anything,” I heard Mimi say.

Psh, huh.

Jake kept fucking me just as hard and just as deep and soon I was cumming again.

And he fucked me still.

I know I’ve said it before, but I think it bears repeating: God I really love a good fucking from behind.

Jake flipped me around and started fucking me again, but for some reason it was hurting.

“Unh,” I moaned as he entered me.
”Is that a good ‘unh’ or a bad ‘unh?” he asked me.
“Bad one.”
“Is that better?” he asked, making shallower strokes.
I shook my head no.
“I’ll just fuck you from behind again, that was just too much fun.”

He fucked me some more until I begged for a break.

He laid down on the bed and started stroking his cock.

“Talk dirty to me.”

Um… I don’t talk dirty.

I blushed and giggled, “I don’t know how, I don’t talk like that!”
“Sure you can.”

I felt bad! Here the poor guy was, trying to get off, and I’m debating about whether I can talk dirty.

“Just tell me what you liked.”

With that as my inspiration, I whispered in his ear everything I liked about the events that just happened.

“I liked when you pulled my hair as you fucked me hard from behind…” I whispered. “And I liked when you pushed my shoulders down into the bed and slapped my ass…” I continued.

And with that, he soon came.

I was a little proud and amazed with myself with being able to talk like that! (Yes I write smut, but saying these kinds of things in public totally makes me turn all shades of red!)

Since there was a small break in the party, I’ll take the opportunity to take a break in the story, without coming up with a clever segue…


Anonymous said...

It's a good thing you have the maturity to recognize Mimi's juvenility.

Anonymous said...

Trash talk can be incredibly liberating and incredibly hot for the recipient.

Mimi's comment was not cool.

Good story!

Avah said...

Can we be so sure it was Mimi who left the comment?

Lizzie said...

I can't talk dirty at all... I can talk about sex all day long and not get embarassed, but ask me to talk dirty and I turn all red and get all shy.. I don't know what it is that makes me do that..