Mae had been drinking but snorted hard, then coughed. "Wow, dude! Bold," she managed.
"If that's too far, I respectfully withdraw the question, but Bea's been asking for it all day, knowing I wouldn't be able to give it to her until later...and she won't expect this."
Mae looked back and forth between him and Melody with a look of absurd excitement, her jaw dropped open, eyes wide.
Melody looked...excited?
"You can use my bedroom...if I get to watch," she said.
"Oh. Wow."
"Holy shit," Mae whispered. "This party is amazing."
"Mae?" he asked.
"What? Oh. Yeah. Yes. I don't care. I consent," she said.
"Okay...are you going to want to watch?" he asked.
"This is going to sound crazy, or really weird, but I actually really want to go around talking to people knowing that my boyfriend is fucking his girlfriend upstairs. Be loud about it," she said, then walked off with a huge smile on her face.
Trent pulled out his phone and texted Ann: Are you near Bea?
She buzzed back a few seconds later. No, why?
He grinned. Do I have your consent to have Melody watch while I fuck Bea?
She put in a laughing emoji. Yeah, dude. Wow. You ARE a fuckboy.
Don't YOU start.
She sent another emoji, this one sticking its tongue out. He sighed.
"Where's your bedroom again?" he asked.
"Third floor, first door on the right," she replied.
"Go up there and wait. I'm going to bring her up there and use your bed," he said.
"Okay...wow. This is...really exciting," she whispered.
"It is," he agreed.
She hurried off. His phone buzzed as he started looking for Bea. He thought it might be from Ann or Mae, but it was from Bea herself.
Come on, fuckboy, you keep saying you're gonna do something about it? What are you gonna do, pervert?
He felt himself almost trembling from lust and desire and the sort of fun frustration that came from your significant other (one of them, in his case) teasing you. He hurried through the house, looking for her, and finally found her in the kitchen, talking with someone.
"Bea, there you are," he said.
She let out a little gasp as he appeared, then gave him a small smirk. Her cocky confidence seemed off the charts tonight.
"Hello, Trent. This is my boyfriend," she said to the person she was talking to, someone he'd spoken with briefly during the tour.
"Yes, hi. Can I speak with you? Something important has come up," he replied, trying very hard to sound normal and not like he was on the verge of losing it.
"Is it really that important?" she asked.
"It's really that important, Bea."
She sighed, a little nonchalantly, and took another drink. "I guess I should deal with that. It's been nice meeting you."
"You too Bea, Trent," the woman replied, a little awkwardly, no doubt picking up on the electric tension between the two of them.
They walked out and deeper into the mansion as he took her hand. "Finish off your drink or put it down," he said.
"Oh, yes sir," she replied, rolling her eyes. She finished off her soda and set the cup down on a table in passing and he got her to the stairs. "What are you all riled up about?" she asked with a smug smirk.
"You know exactly what I'm all riled up about," he whispered as he got her to the stairs. "You said the magic word one too many times today, Bea."
"Oh did I?" she murmured. "Fuckb-"
"Say it again," he hissed at her as they made it to the second story and he saw no other people around, gripping her forearm. "Say it again, Bea, and see what happens."
She looked at him with eyes wild with excitement and lust. "What are you gonna do to me?" she whispered.
"Say it again and find out," he replied.
She swallowed. "You filthy, perverted fuckboy," she whispered.
He grinned and began pulling her up the stairs. "You asked for it, Bea. You asked for it so many times. I'm gonna do to you exactly what you've been fucking gagging for all day long, you filthy goth slut."
Trent got her up to the third floor before Melody's door, which was closed. He took a quick look around.
"You aren't actually going to do anything, are you?" she asked. "You're nothing but a fuckboy-" She gasped as he (carefully) twisted her arm around behind her back and slipped his other hand up and gripped her throat. He held her closely to himself, his mouth to her ear.
"Bea," he said quietly, and he felt her shudder, not just a little but hard, "I'm going to do exactly what you deserve to have done to you, you fucking whore. I'm going to take you into this bedroom, pull your panties down, and fuck your brains out. And a stranger is going to watch."
"What?" she whispered harshly, panting now. "Are you serious, Trent?"
"I'm completely serious. Melody is in there, waiting for us. I cleared it with Mae and Ann. If I have your consent, I'm doing this."
A few seconds went by. "You have my consent," she whispered.
"You remember our safeword?"
"Yes."
"Good, because I'm not stopping unless I hear it."
"You'd better not, you fucking fuckboy-ah!" she gasped as he opened the door and wrestled her inside.
"Come on, Bea. You're so fucking smart!" he snapped, practically throwing her across the room and onto the bed. She cried out as she landed with a bounce. He closed and locked the door. "Come on, little miss fucking Valedictorian, what else have you got for me?"
"You fucking deviant," she replied, flipping over onto her back and staring at him with wide eyes and a wider, perverse smile. "You fucking degenerate lecher!"
"You, Bea," he said as he tossed his shirt aside and walked over to her with a confidence that honestly surprised him, (he could see Melody on a computer chair tucked up out of the way out of the corner of his eye, staring at the whole display in rapt attention), "you've got that smart mouth but what's it going to be used for? Huh?"
He grabbed her own shirt and pulled it up off of her, then did the same with the sports bra she was wearing, her firm breasts falling out.
"Trent!" she gasped, covering herself.
"Shut the fuck up," he replied, shoving her down onto her back. He felt absolutely electrified with sexual energy as he undid her pants and got them and her panties off in one clean pull, making her naked save for her socks. He unzipped his pants and pulled his dick out, now fully erect, throbbing in anticipation, and climbed onto the bed with her. "You little fucking whore," he said and climbed onto her, put his dick in her mouth and started fucking her face. She made a muffled shout and he prepared himself to stop, waiting for that tap on his wrist, but it didn't come. "That's what I thought. Where's all your smarts now, Bea? You're nothing but a fucking harlot. A stuck-up, bratty little bitch floozy who's going to be used exactly like she should be."
He fucked her mouth until he could no longer stand not being inside of her sweet pussy and then flipped her over onto her stomach. She cried out as he mounted her, pushing her legs together, then slipping his saliva-slicked erection between her thighs, aiming higher, pushing in until…
"OH TRENT!" she screamed as he penetrated her.
"That's right, you little piece of fuck meat," he growled at her, pushing her head down into the blanket as he began pounding her hot pussy.
She was as wet as she'd ever been and she felt incredible inside.
"Oh fuck! Oh my God! Holy fucking shit! Oh yes! I love you!" she screamed.
"I love you too, you little fuck toy," he replied, pushing deep and hard into her.
He fucked her until she orgasmed and then he pulled out, flipped her over, shoved her legs open and resumed fucking her. She cried out, nearly incoherent with pleasure. Trent kept going until he made her orgasm a second time and then right as he was ready to pop, he pulled out and started cumming on her face.
"That's it you fucking whore," he growled at her as she reached up, grasped his erection, and began pumping it furiously, letting him shoot his load onto her face. When it was over, he sat down heavily beside her, both of them gasping. His pants were still half on and his phone was buzzing. He flopped back and groped for it.
"Can I get a towel?" Bea asked after a moment. "Or something."
"Uh...um...oh, yeah. Uh, hold on," Melody replied. "I can help."
"Thank you."
He had a few text messages.
The first was from Mae: Dude, best present EVAR!
The next was from Ann: Whoa man, you got guts. I think the neighbors heard that.
The next was from Jackie: REALLY DUDE?! GROSS
How'd you know it was me? he replied.
Oh fuck off of course it's you making Bea scream her head off Jackie fired back immediately.
He laughed.
"What?" Bea murmured.
"Jackie's giving me shit. Mae's thrilled."
"Ugh...biggest walk of shame in my life coming up," Bea groaned.
"What? No fuck that," he replied immediately. "Walk of fucking fame, babe. You took my dick like a fucking champ."
She laughed. "Seriously?"
"Seriously."
She seemed to contemplate that as Melody returned with some papertowels, some wet, some dry. "Sorry, it's the best I could do," she said.
"It's fine," Bea replied. "Thanks again." She began cleaning herself off. "Ugh, you fucking pervert, you busted such a big fucking nut…"
"Okay, you legit asked for it today. What was your fucking game? Making me wait this long?" he asked.
"Honestly? Uh...this," Bea replied sheepishly.
"You were hoping I'd fuck you here, at the party?"
"Yeah...although I didn't think you really would. In truth, I thought we'd keep up this game until we got home and then you'd fucking destroy me at your leisure, but I also wanted to push you into doing, well, this. Although I didn't think we'd have an audience."
"How you feeling, Melody? Weird? Regretful? Awesome?" Trent asked as she sat back down in her chair.
"Uh...amazed," she replied. "Are you two, like, porn stars?"
Bea laughed loudly. "I assure you, we aren't porn stars. God, I was more or less a virgin when I met him about six months ago."
"More or less?" Melody asked.
"I technically lost my virginity when I was seventeen at summer camp. Besides it being...not very good, there was just no connection. I was kinda crushing on the guy, but like...that died right after we fucked. He just turned into a jerk all of a sudden."
"That sucks," Melody said. She was chewing on her lower lip, staring at Trent intently. It felt weird, especially considering how attractive she was. He'd never really been in a situation like this. She was definitely really traditionally attractive, the kind of cheerleader sorority girl type he'd expect to find at a high-league college, slim and, he thought, fit, though it was hard to tell just how fit without seeing her naked.
"So, um, total shot in the dark, and I'm sorry if this is inappropriate, but like...can I hook up with your boyfriend?" Melody asked, glancing at Bea.
She laughed. "Knew it."
"Wait, you knew I was gonna ask?" she replied.
"Yeah, but Trent, you gotta use a condom. And I slipped one into your pocket. Two, actually," Bea replied as she got to her feet and stretched.
"You seem pretty confident I'm going to say yes," he replied.
"I mean...are you not? Look at her. You're naked and she just watched you have sex. That creates a kind of instant chemistry that hookups are made of, I think. And Jackie told me that you were probably going to ask to hook up with my boyfriend tonight."
"Ugh, I knew I shouldn't've mentioned that," Melody muttered.
"Why's it a problem? I said yes. Just text Mae and Ann to double-check. I mentioned it to Ann already, didn't get a chance to with Mae. I'm gonna go wash my face," Bea said, grabbing a robe from a hook off the wall. "Can I borrow this? As cavalier as I seem, I'm not exactly eager to parade around literally butt naked."
"Uh, yeah, sure. Bathroom's right across the hall," Melody replied.
Trent fired off quick questions to Mae and Ann.
Can I hook up with Melody if I use protection? Bea already says yes.
He got an affirmative back from Ann pretty fast, and another from Mae on its heels.
Hell yes dude! Make her scream! Ah you're gonna be such a fucking player! Everyone's all whispering about what just happened already.
He laughed, and then realized there was some truth to her words. It wasn't the word he'd use, but...hooking up with his girlfriend at a party, loudly, and then immediately hooking up with the extremely hot hostess of the party was…
Definitely a power move. Even if he didn't mean for it to be one.
"Are you sure about this?" he asked as Melody stood up and then grabbed his pants. She was going into his pocket.
"Yeah...are you?" she replied.
"I mean, yeah, you're really fucking hot, and you've been pretty cool to hang out with. Just...it seems kind of weird. You are fucking way out of my league."
She laughed as she tossed a condom next to him on the bed. "Really? It doesn't seem that way. You're cute as hell and dating three women, and, like, a writer? My parents are just sort of rich and I work out a lot."
"I will correct you after we have sex," Trent said after a moment.
She laughed and rolled her eyes. "Whatever it is you have to say, it's probably just insecurity shit. We all have that."
"We do all have that," Bea said as she walked back in. "Except for narcissists."
"True," Melody said, and took off her shirt, then unhooked her bra and tossed it aside.
"Whoa, shit," Trent muttered, staring at her. "Goddamn."
"What?" she asked.
"Those are some amazing tits," he said. "And you're really fit."
"Thanks," she murmured, then began undoing her jeans.
"Better than mine, fuckboy?" Bea asked, smirking.
"Shut the fuck up, sit the fuck down, and watch me fuck this rich girl," Trent replied.
Bea mumbled something under her breath.
"What was that?" he asked.
"Make me," she replied.
"Sit the fuck down, Bea."
"Yes, sir," she murmured, sitting down.
"Your relationship is...not what I expected," Melody said.
"No. Most people would be surprised, I think," Trent agreed.
Melody took her jeans and panties off, freeing herself entirely of clothing. She was...incredibly attractive. He just stared at her for a long moment.
"Uh...just so you know, I'm not, like, into that? The domination thing…"
"Oh, don't worry, I won't try to spring anything on you," Trent replied. "If you wanna stop or get weirded out or anything, just tell me. We can stop whenever you want."
"Okay, um...cool." She laughed a little nervously as she climbed onto the bed. "Um, thanks."
"You're welcome," he replied. She climbed up until she was beside him, both of them naked now. She laid on her side, staring at him, her body long and lean and wonderfully beautiful. "Is there anything specific you want or don't want?" he asked.
"I guess, just like...the usual?"
He laughed. He couldn't help it. "What? What does that mean?"
"Sorry, I haven't gotten laid in two years. My parents were so fucking paranoid through high school, they watched me like crazy, and it sort of just bled into my subconscious. You'd think I'd just go crazy as soon as I went to college, but I didn't. Like, I got laid, but nothing crazy. I guess, um...can we make out? And you finger me? And then we fuck? I want you on top," she said.
"Okay," he said. "Again, just let me know if you get uncomfortable."
"I will."
Trent had experienced cognitive dissonance before in his life, but he wasn't sure he had ever experienced it so strongly. As he started to kiss Melody and cup one of her bare breasts, a hard shot of lust hit him, and it felt great. But there was no denying that he also felt awkward, and a bit detached. In the short time they'd known each other (had it even been two hours?) he liked her, but he hardly knew her at all. It was throwing him off. And yet even further than that, it felt strange as hell to be doing this with basically a stranger while his girlfriend watched. And, even further, she really was way out of his league.
She was definitely hot enough to be a very successful online model if she wanted to.
It took a moment to get the kissing right. She didn't kiss like Bea or Mae, but she kind of kissed like Ann, and it was weird to think that. He used to think of kissing as kissing, you just kissed and made out. But there was definitely a rhythm to it, and some people were good at it, and some people weren't as good, but people had different ways of kissing.
He felt her tongue in his mouth, a bit overeager and nervous, and surprised himself by guiding her, and slowing her down a little.
After a moment he broke the kiss.
"Is something wrong?" she murmured.
"No," he replied, "just wanted to say, it's okay to take your time. This is as heavily as much about the journey as it is the destination."
She laughed nervously. "Yeah..sorry. I'm nervous. After that display-"
"Forget all that," he said, running his hand slowly down her body, relishing the feel of her shuddering against his touch. "There's no 'measuring up', Melody. There's just you, and me, and pleasure."
"...okay," she murmured, then gasped and shivered hard as his fingers brushed the lips of her pussy. She opened her legs a little wider.
They started kissing again and he took his time, caressing her inner thighs, occasionally brushing over her pussy, getting her relaxed and used to being touched again. And then, after a few minutes of this, he touched her clit and began to massage it. Slowly, gently, but gradually increasing in speed, in pressure.
And she was loud in response.
"Oh-oh my God! Oh shit!" she moaned, trembling as she grasped him. "That's-mmm! Yes! Fuck!" she cried, giving up on kissing entirely and pressing her head into her pillow, squeezing her eyes shut. "Right there! Just like that! Don't-ah! Don't stop! I'm gonna fucking...oh shit…" she moaned loudly as he kept it up.
Trent got lower and licked across one of her nipples, making her moan even more loudly.
Within another minute he had her orgasming intensely. It was a bit harder to do than he'd initially anticipated, almost like he had to coax it out of her, but he understood that it wasn't easy for every woman. Hell, from what he heard, 'easy orgasm' wasn't even the norm. He pleasured her until she was finished, then grabbed the condom and tore open the packaging and started to get it on. It actually took him a moment to get it on properly. He didn't have a great deal of experience with them as it was, but it had been awhile since he'd actually put one on.
"Are you ready?" he asked.
"Yes," she murmured, laying on her back, panting, staring at the ceiling. "I'm ready." He got on top of her, in between her slim thighs. "Oh, one thing, though." She focused on him.
"Yeah?"
"When you cum, will you pull out, shoot your load on my stomach? I don't know why but I want that."
"Yeah," he said.
Then he began slipping into her. She moaned loudly, the sound carrying well in her room and probably downstairs as well, and he found her very wet and very hot. She accepted his length and soon they were fucking like they were in heat. He was glad to find the condom not as restrictive as he'd feared. There was definitely a difference, but Trent couldn't complain at all. He fucked her good and hard once she'd gotten used to the sex.
And good fucking lord was she loud.
"OH YES! OH FUCK! TRENT! OH MY FUCKING GOD YES RIGHT THERE HOLY SHIT I'M GOING TO FUCKING-" She started to orgasm again and he groaned, feeling it, feeling all her muscles constricting and massaging his erection as she came, getting wetter and hotter. She shrieked in pleasure each time he thrust into her squirting pussy.
He wasn't sure how long the sex lasted, minutes blending together as he was lost in her wonderful body, her pussy and her lips and her tongue, her long form against his own. He fucked her through another orgasm before suddenly he pulled out, pulled off the condom, and started jacking off. She let out a startled sound as he began cumming almost immediately, shooting his stuff all over her belly. She stared, wide-eyed and panting heavily, like she was enraptured by his sperm. He finished shooting his load onto her and then groaned as he fell onto his side.
"Oh fuck yes," he whispered.
"I think everyone heard me," Melody said, still panting.
"Definitely everyone heard you," Bea replied.
"I heard what you were saying...walk of fame," she laughed softly, then groaned, "oh my thighs...that was a workout. You really think we could manage it?"
"Hell yes," Trent replied. "I do."
"Before I walk anywhere, I need a shower-did you hear that?" She sat up, looking at her door, at the same time Trent did.
"Yeah," he said. "Someone out there?!" he called.
He heard whispering, followed by a few startled shouts as Jackie's voice abruptly sounded. "Get the hell back downstairs you fucking perverts!"
Someone started to argue but Jackie shouted them down pretty easily and they heard retreating footsteps, then ones getting closer. There was a light knock at the door. "Hey you fucking hedonistic pervs, you had a few listeners, but I scared them off...are you fucking done in there?"
"Uh...um...yeah," Melody said. "Sorry, Jackie."
"Don't apologize," Bea said. "We aren't sorry, Jackie!"
"Oh my God you fucking perverts!"
"You know, Jackie, some people do go to parties to hook up," Trent said.
"They're usually more discreet about it!"
"Well, I'm hosting, so I can be loud if I want," Melody replied, though with a little less force than her statement implied.
"Oh whatever. You want me to keep people from coming up here?"
"We would really appreciate it, we need a shower," Bea said.
"I've got a big shower, so we could all shower if it wouldn't be weird," Melody said as she grabbed some of the papertowels she'd set aside for herself and began cleaning up the worst of the mess he'd made on her.
"We're all naked, and you watched me fuck my boyfriend, and then I watched you fuck my boyfriend, it's not gonna be weird to take a shower together," Bea replied.
Melody laughed. "Okay, yeah." She finished and stood up. "Well, come on, let's do it. I don't want to be away from the party for too long."