Chapter 2: A Night to Remember

The party was in full swing, the music pulsating through the crowded room, as David spun Bella round and round on the dance floor. Colorful lights flashed in time with the beat, casting vibrant hues over the revelers. Bella was having a fantastic time, laughing hard as David attempted some silly dance moves she didn't recognize. The air was thick with the mingling scents of various perfumes, colognes, and the unmistakable aroma of alcohol. Drinks were flowing everywhere, and Bella had already imbibed much more than she was accustomed to.

Figuring she would need a good buzz to lower her inhibitions and muster the courage to execute her plan, she had relaxed her drinking standards. Normally, she didn't like getting drunk or the taste of alcohol, but tonight was different. She felt the warmth of the drinks loosening her up, making her feel more adventurous. As she swayed to the music, her body moved in sync with David's, their laughter and smiles mirroring the joy of the moment. She felt light and carefree, each spin and twirl taking her further away from her usual reservations.

After they had their fill of dancing, they wandered around to see what else the party had to offer. Descending into the basement, they were met with a surprising sight—the space had been transformed into a lively karaoke room, complete with a small stage and colorful lights. Bella's eyes widened in excitement as she took in the scene.

The air was alive with the sounds of laughter and off-key singing, as partygoers lined up to take their turn on stage. Bella couldn't help but chuckle as she listened to some pretty awful renditions of timeless classics, bobbing her head along to the beat.

As the current singer finished their song, David turned to Bella with a warm smile. "You should go take a turn. You have a great voice."

Bella smiled, wrapping her arms around him. "I can't sing in front of all these people. You're lucky I even sang in front of you." She and David had taken a long trip to Maine last fall to see the foliage change, and feeling loose and free that day, she had sung along with the radio, much to David's amusement. But tonight, she wasn't close to being drunk enough to belt out a song in front of everyone.

David wrapped his arms around her, and the two swayed together, entranced by the melody of the next singer's attempt to stay in key. Bella relaxed into his embrace, feeling at ease and thoroughly enjoying herself. It truly was a wonderful way to conclude her teenage years.

Later in the night, Bella and David sat snuggled together on a sofa, engaged in conversation with some of their friends. Bella's college roommate and closest friend, Stacy, was sitting next to them, but was currently otherwise engaged, making out with her boyfriend Greg, who also happened to be a member of the fraternity hosting the party. Leading the conversation, however, was David's best friend, Stephen. He had suggested they all tell embarrassing tales from their youths. Bella had an overabundance of those, and so far, had everyone beat hands down as she regaled them with the tale of her 8th-grade graduation when she tripped on the bleachers, knocking three whole rows of students over.

Stephen laughed heartily while David rubbed her back in commiseration. Bella knew her balance was still pretty iffy, but she was happy it was not as bad as it had been when she was going through puberty.

Stephen downed the rest of the beer bottle he was holding and wiped his mouth clean while clearing his throat. "Okay, that's a pretty good one, Bella, but I've got you beat by a long shot. Let me take you all back to my senior year of high school. There was this girl, Vanessa, and let's just say we had a friends-with-benefits relationship. Well, the day started like any other. It was a real scorcher—we're talking about the middle of July in Florida—and Vanessa's parents were going out for the day. So when she called inviting me over, well, I'm not one to turn away from an opportunity like that, so I showed up right after her parents left. It probably took less than five minutes before we were naked in her room on her bed. I don't know how long we were going at it, but it might have been a personal best for me, and we were in the middle of doing some really crazy shit when the door burst open and there stood her father."

"Oh god!" Bella exclaimed, her hand flying up to cover her mouth, and the wide grin she was trying to hide.

"Yeah," Stephen said, nodding along. He knew his friends would be entertained by his past youthful indiscretions. It had even beat out sucking face, as Stacy and Greg had stopped to listen in as intently as Bella and David.

"And did I mention he was a cop and quite a large one to boot? I don't know if he thought Vanessa was getting murdered or something from her screams, or if he was really trying to hurt me, but suddenly, a gunshot shattered the air, and I bolted for the door as I heard Vanessa now screaming at her father not to kill me. Somehow I got past him and was sprinting down the stairs, only to find myself face-to-face with Vanessa's mother and elderly grandmother in the living room. And all I had on was a condom."

Stephen chuckled, recalling the absurdity of the situation, but at the time, he had almost shit himself when that gunshot went off. "Thank god her Nana didn't keel over and die seeing a naked dude charging straight at her."

Bella was in stitches hearing this. Damn, she had been sure her story was going to win, but sticking your junk in a grandmother's face... nothing could beat that. It seemed David was just as entertained; he had a gleam in his eyes and a wide smile as he asked, "How did you get out of there?" Bella nodded along; she had to know how the story ended.

"I ran to the front door and grabbed her mother's rain jacket—a see-through rain jacket, no less—and wrapped it around my waist. Thankfully, my house was only one block away, so I sprinted home. That was, sadly, the end of my and Vanessa's extracurricular activities. Other than my wallet, I never did get my clothes back. Nor did her mother ever ask for her jacket—I guess it had the cooties or something," Stephen said, grinning. Now, several years later, the story just got funnier with time.

Everyone was laughing. The combination of the story and the alcohol had made them all pretty giddy. Bella grinned, lost in pleasant thoughts, when she noticed Stacy whisper something into Greg's ear. He eagerly nodded with a sly smirk, and Bella watched as Stacy got up, pulling Greg with her. Stacy winked at her as she led Greg upstairs. Bella watched enviously, knowing where they were going. She had told Stacy her plans for the night, and her friend had wished her luck. Just between them, Stacy had been hinting to her for a while now that she should dump David, but she wasn't there yet. Tonight would be the night. It had to be.

Seeing her friend going off to do what she was hoping to gave Bella the impetus she needed. She leaned in and started kissing David's neck, lightly biting down on his earlobe, and breathlessly whispered, "I need you, David. Take me upstairs." To make her point clear, she reached over and gently grazed her hand along his crotch, smiling as she felt his hard length. This was it.

But to her utter shock and disappointment, David had a different idea. "Ahh... I'm going to go get us some more drinks. I'll be back soon," he said, extricating himself from her embrace and making a break for it. Bella couldn't believe it. What had she done wrong? She was literally throwing herself at him.

Bella sat there in a daze, feeling like all her hopes and plans for the night were for naught when Stephen spoke up. "It's not your fault, Bella. I think he's just nervous."

In her stupor, Bella had forgotten that Stephen was still there. She turned to him, eager to vent all her frustrations. "I can understand that. I'm nervous too, but we've been dating for over a year. Shouldn't he want to be with me and do more...? This is really doing a number on my self-esteem. I don't know how much more rejection I can take."

Bella watched as Stephen's gaze traveled slowly up her body, starting at her legs and moving up towards her chest. Finally, his eyes rested on her face, and he nodded, smiling. "You're absolutely right, Bella. I know David really likes you. And let me add that you look absolutely mouthwatering. Any guy I'm sure would sacrifice their left nut to sleep with someone like you."

Bella laughed, but there was no real joy behind it. "I'm not asking for any nuts, but I need something. Even just some fooling around would be better than what David's giving me."

Stephen pondered for a moment, but then a grin slowly started to stretch across his face as if he had been struck by a stroke of brilliance. "You know, maybe a little show would get David's juices flowing."

Bella cocked her head, intrigued but uncertain. "A show? Do you mean like a strip tease or something?"

"No, I was thinking of something much more intimate," Stephen said, flashing his most charming smile. "Now, just hear me out before you start objecting. I see your issue is getting David started, so maybe you just need someone to help get the party going. I'd be happy to lend my services to help you in your cause. If David were to see us kissing, maybe touching each other, well, who knows where the night might lead us? It might just light that fire under David's ass that you've been trying to spark. If all went well, maybe he would even want to join us." Stephen wiggled his eyebrows conspiratorially.

Bella's eyes widened as she absorbed Stephen's words. Was he suggesting she have sex with him and hope for some sort of threesome... What the fuck! She debated whether he was serious and, if so, whether she should be offended. While pondering this, she couldn't help but look over Stephen's body. While David was attractive, Stephen was the epitome of a pretty boy. She didn't know how he maintained his physique; she had seen him shirtless once last summer during a real heat wave when they all went to the beach, and, holy shit, there hadn't been an ounce of fat on him. She had to assume he must work out religiously to stay in such shape."

Bella shook her head, trying to banish the image of a shirtless Stephen from her mind. What the hell was wrong with her? She must be more drunk than she thought if she was considering making out or doing anything with her boyfriend's best friend. Even as she tried to convince herself otherwise, she couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to kiss Stephen with David watching. There was something so naughty about it that it aroused her. She must be really desperate for some form of contact to even consider this...

Although, it did sound like Stephen had a lot of experience, judging by the story he just told. From his vivid storytelling, it sounded like he had lasted a long time in the bedroom. She had to admit to herself that if David was as inexperienced in the bedroom as she was, he probably wouldn't last more than a minute. What kind of first-time experience would that be? God dammit, now she was openly considering it. 'Girlfriend of the fucking year,' she thought with irony.

Finally, Bella spoke, her voice somewhat leery. "I might be interested in something like that, but only if David is on board. Just to make it crystal clear, though, I'm not into any kind of freaky shit if that's what you're thinking."

Stephen laughed. "I get it. I wasn't suggesting David and I double team you at the same time. Although, I have to admit, I did that once with Vanessa and her boyfriend. I gotta say, she was very satisfied by the time it was over."

"Well, good for Vanessa," Bella replied wryly. She couldn't help but wonder about the type of relationship Stephen had with this Vanessa; she'd never heard of anything like that before.

Stephen motioned with his head, and Bella turned to see David walking back, holding a drink for her. She smiled up at him as she took it and immediately started to gulp it down. She was going to need the liquid courage if David agreed and didn't try to knock Stephen out for suggesting such a thing.

Stephen glanced between his closest friend and Bella, feeling a pang of sympathy for them. He couldn't imagine what it must be like to never have felt the intimate touch of another. Now, how to get David to agree? He decided to just go for it, hoping to hit a homer. "David, my man, Bella here was just telling me that you two... well, how can I say this delicately... she needs a good screwing."

Bella's eyes went wide, and she sprayed out the rest of her drink, covering the coffee table in front of her. She huffed, about to shake her head and object, but Stephen quickly spoke over her. "David, I get that you're inexperienced. We all were at one point. I don't mean to overstep, but I thought it might help if Bella and I fooled around while you watched. If you felt comfortable, maybe you could even join in, and together we could give Bella a birthday present she'll never forget."

Bella closed her eyes, bracing herself for David's reaction. That had been awful. "Let me fuck your girlfriend" was Stephen's way of introducing his plan. She had thought Stephen was smarter than that. She began to shake her head, feeling a mix of frustration and disappointment.

"Okay, let's do it."

Bella's eyes popped open at David's enthusiastic response. Was it a bad sign that both she and her boyfriend were so open to such a suggestion so easily? It certainly didn't sound like they had a solid relationship. Yet, despite her questions, she was doing a little happy dance in her head. She was finally going to get some. God damn, that had taken a while. She could work out whatever issues she had with David another time. Tonight's the night.

David stood up, a smile playing on his lips, and held out his hand for Bella to take. She could hardly believe it had been that easy as she reached for his hand and rose to her feet. Together with Stephen, they started walking towards the stairs leading up to David's bedroom on the second floor. As they reached the stairs, a sense of trepidation washed over Bella. What was she getting herself into? She imagined different possibilities, but the overwhelming need for something, anything to happen overshadowed her doubts. In this moment, she simply didn't care. She needed this.

As they entered David's room, Bella looked around. She had been in this room many times, each time hoping that their night would lead to something more than just hanging out. Her gaze fell on his neatly made queen-size bed, and she couldn't help but wonder what it would look like soon. Various scenarios played out in her mind, causing her arousal to spike. The thought made her feel weak at the knees, and she turned around to see David locking the door. Meanwhile, Stephen approached her, leaning in, and before Bella knew it, he was kissing her on the lips.

The unfamiliar sensation of Stephen's lips against hers initially shocked Bella, but as his hand gently slid to her hip, she found herself getting into it, parting her mouth to deepen the kiss. This kiss felt completely different from the ones she had shared with David. It was filled with a raw passion that she had never experienced before. Despite their many make-out sessions, David's kisses had always felt somewhat restrained, lacking the fiery intensity that Stephen's kiss was now igniting in her.

For a fleeting moment, Bella's thoughts drifted to David. She hoped he was feeling the same excitement, the same rush of adrenaline that she was. The idea of him standing there, watching them, added an unexpected layer of thrill to the situation. She couldn't bear the thought of him stopping them now, not when she was feeling this alive. But what if he did? What if, after all this, David decided he wasn't into it?

But to her great pleasure and relief, when Stephen broke the kiss, David immediately stepped in and took his place. A wave of exhilaration washed over Bella. Oh god, it was working. Stephen was a genius!

As she and David kissed, Bella's eyes couldn't help but wander back to Stephen. She marveled as he pulled off his t-shirt, revealing a chiseled six-pack and a muscular frame that made her heart race even faster. The sight of his sculpted body sent a jolt of desire through her, intensifying the heat that was already building inside her.

Her mind raced with thoughts. Oh god. Would she be able to touch him? The idea was both thrilling and nerve-wracking. She had never been in a situation like this before, and the thought of exploring Stephen's body with her hands made her feel a mix of excitement and anticipation. She thought she would. She wanted to feel his hard muscles under her fingertips, to experience the contrast between his strong frame and David's familiar body.

"David, your shirt," Stephen added with a teasing grin. As David broke the kiss, Bella watched him look towards Stephen and smile. There was a spark of excitement in David's eyes as he started to take off his blue shirt, revealing his lean body. He then pulled off his t-shirt, tossing it aside, as Stephen smoothly took his place once again.

As Bella resumed kissing Stephen, she couldn't resist exploring his body. Her hands moved instinctively, feeling the ridges of his abs and moving up to his pecs. Damn, his muscles were hard. It was so unlike when she kissed David and felt his body. Stephen's physique was solid and defined, each muscle taut under her fingertips. The contrast was intoxicating.

Stephen broke the kiss, half-moaning with a mix of pleasure and anticipation. "Do you want us to remove your dress, Bella?" he asked, his voice husky and full of desire.

It was happening. "Oh god, yes!" Bella blurted out, her voice trembling with a mix of excitement and nervousness. She stood there, feeling a rush of anticipation course through her veins. Stephen gently slipped the shoulder straps to the sides, his touch sending shivers down her spine. Then he leaned in, his fingers deftly unzipping her dress from the back.

He smiled at her, a reassuring and eager smile, as he gave the dress a little tug at the hips. The fabric began to slide down, inch by inch, until it pooled around her feet. Bella's breath hitched as her breasts were revealed for the first time to a man—no, men, she reminded herself, as David was watching too.

The sensation of being topless in front of them was both strange and exhilarating. She could feel their eyes on her, and instead of feeling self-conscious, she felt a surprising surge of confidence. The sense of power that came with their attention was confusing yet undeniably thrilling. Bella reveled in the moment, her heart pounding with a mix of fear and desire. These feelings were all so new, and she was ready to explore them, step by tantalizing step.

Stephen leaned in, kissing Bella, his lips soft but insistent. To her delight, his hand moved up to her left breast, massaging it gently at first before tweaking her nipple. The sensation sent waves of heat coursing through her body, making it increasingly difficult to think straight. Bella's breaths came in short gasps as she felt herself getting lost in the moment.

At the same time, she sensed David coming up next to her, his presence a comforting contrast to Stephen's unfamiliar touch. He leaned in and began to kiss her neck, his lips trailing warm, tingling sensations along her skin. His hand joined Stephen's in exploring her body, cupping and massaging her right breast. The simultaneous attention from both men was unlike anything she had ever experienced.

The feeling of their hands and mouths working together on her body was overwhelming. Bella's mind struggled to keep up with the flood of sensations. Her skin felt electrified, every touch and kiss amplifying her arousal. She could feel the beginnings of an orgasm building up within her, despite the fact that neither man had yet touched her most intimate areas.

Bella closed her eyes, letting all the sensations wash over her as she tilted her head back and moaned softly. The touch of their lips on her skin was intoxicating, and she felt herself getting lost in the moment. When their kisses broke off, a pang of disappointment ran through her, replaced quickly by anticipation. Were they about to start sucking on her breasts? The thought sent a thrill through her body. God, how amazing would that be?

As the seconds ticked by, Bella's mind raced with possibilities. Were they getting undressed? The mere thought of seeing a naked man in front of her, no—two naked men, made her feel dizzy with excitement. She had never seen one in person before, and now she was on the verge of seeing two. Her heart pounded in her chest, the mix of curiosity and desire almost overwhelming.

She lifted her head, a smile playing on her lips as she imagined what was about to happen. Slowly, she opened her eyes, her breath catching in her throat as she prepared for the sight that awaited her. The anticipation was almost too much to bear, each second stretching out as she blinked and focused her vision... What the fuck!

David and Stephen were making out... with each other. Bella shook her head in disbelief, trying to process what she was witnessing. Their kisses weren't just casual; they were deep and passionate, with tongues involved. As she observed them, the shock gave way to a slow, creeping realization. Maybe Stephen was bisexual, but the way David responded, with such enthusiasm and eagerness, made it increasingly clear to her: David was gay.

The onset of her orgasm vanished, leaving Bella standing there topless in front of two guys who clearly had forgotten all about her. While this potential three-way had felt hot before, now Bella was just feeling uncomfortable and awkward. She had already been pushing her comfort zone, looking for any way to get some action, but no way was she going to have her first time be as a third wheel to two dudes getting it on.

Fuck! So close. Disheartened, she sighed heavily and reached down to retrieve her dress, a sense of frustration gnawing at her. They didn't seem to notice.

As she zipped up her dress, David finally broke away from Stephen, his expression puzzled. "What's wrong, Bella? I thought you were into this?"

Bella chuckled weakly, shaking her head. Only she could find herself in such a fucked up situation. "It's okay, David. You guys keep going. Maybe you already knew, maybe you didn't, but I really think you might be gay. That's cool if you are, but I have to tell you it's over between us. We're just looking for different things. I'm going to leave, but you guys continue. David, I think you need this, and it will help you. Don't worry about me. I'll find my own way home."

With that, she slipped around the two men, still embracing, while David wore a confused look on his face, watching her leave. She hoped he figured his deal out so he could be happy. Exiting David's room, she closed the door behind her. As she made her way down the hallway toward the stairway, she heard Stacy screaming to the Lord Almighty at the top of her lungs, which pierced through Greg's bedroom door. Well fuck, if that wasn't just the cherry on top to this crappy night. Tomorrow was her birthday, and not only would she hit that milestone still a virgin, but now she didn't even have a boyfriend.

Taking a deep breath, she composed herself, walking down the stairs and out the front door to hail a cab to take her back to her dorm. Yes, a good night's sleep was exactly what she needed after the shit show this night had turned into.

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