Looking back, Halloween of 1999 seems like a different world. I was 20 years old, a pink-haired punk who wanted to fuck both the system and any number of the circle of friends I had at the time, who were open-minded and like-minded, discovering their sexuality and how to wear it. It was before 9/11 and everything that followed, and our major cultural concern was the approaching millenium, *fin de siecle* turned up to 11. Everything we knew was ending, we had no idea what was ahead of us, and there was an overwhelming feeling that we were running out of time.
Which is a pretentious way of explaining why we’d pre-gamed so hard that night, and why we were still in Chase’s dorm room hours after the party that was supposed to be our second stop had begun.
“I don’t know how comfortable I am with this,” Paige said, cupping her breasts through her outfit, a little black dress just the wrong – or right, depending on your perspective – side of sheer.
“Looks good to me,” Chase replied, smiling as he took a pull from the joint in his hand and passed it to me.
“Easy for you to say,” Paige replied. “All you have to worry about is looking like a giant dork. I’m going to be showing the whole world my tits.
“Nah,” Chase said. “It’s revealing, but it’s not blatant.”
“It’s pretty blatant,” I said.
It was. We were going for a riff on Robert Palmer’s iconic music video for the song *Addicted To Love*. Chase was dressed as the singer, wearing a suit that was all 1985, high-waisted pants and a laughably wide tie, and Paige, Jessica, and I were his backup band in matching outfits and thick make-up, our hair pulled tightly back. Where I, with my comparatively modest assets, could pull off the wrong side of sheer thing in the manner intended, offering flashes of my braless tits if the light and the angle was just so, Paige and Jessica’s outfits were a little less appropriate, especially Paige, who had huge breasts that were constantly testing the thin material that covered them, and bars through both her nipples that were as almost as obvious as if she were topless.
“At least yours is sexy,” Jessica complained, taking the joint from my hand. “I look like a gnome at a fucking funeral.”
It was hard not to laugh, especially with the whiskey and weed melting away my inhibitions. She didn’t look anything like a gnome, but looking at her short, chubby little body testing the limits of the only dress she’d been able to find, the image was hard to shake.
“You know, we could always just stay here,” Chase said. “I’m too fucked up to drive and I’m feeling pretty good already.”
“You’ve got my vote,” Paige said.
“Anything that gets me out of this dress,” Jessica said.
“I’ll get you out of that dress,” Chase said
“Kiss my ass,” Jessica replied, but they exchanged a look that gave me an idea of the direction the evening was heading.
“That, too,” Chase said.
“Seriously, do you have an old shirt or something I can wear?” she asked.
“Probably,” he said. “Let’s go take a look.”
Chase got slowly to his feet and made his way towards the bathroom with Jessica in tow, swaying slightly as she followed him through the door and he closed it behind them.
“Gnome my God,” Paige said.
I covered my mouth, snorting laughter from between my fingers.
“That’s evil,” I said.
“Couldn’t be helped. What about you, my little friend? Staying here or going to the party?”
“Majority rules,” I said. “I’m staying.”
“Better grab that second bottle of Jack then. This one’s toast.”
I reached into Jessica’s backpack and retrieved said bottle, watching Paige as she crept over to the bathroom and pressed her ear to the door.
“She’s sucking his dick,” she whispered, grinning.
“How can you tell?”
Paige fell back onto the bed and propped herself up on the cushions. From my seat on the floor, I could see the stocking tops beneath her dress.
“He has a big dick,” she said, holding her hands up to indicate a highly improbable size. “And Jessica has a small mouth.”
“You have firsthand experience of this?” I was smiling as I tore the last of the plastic off the lid of the Jack Daniel’s.
“The dick, yes. But I could hear her struggling with it.”
“Did you?” I took a drink and briefly closed my eyes as I felt its warmth in my belly. I was pretty fucked up, and the low grade horny I’d been all night was definitely thinking about outlets.
“I have no gag reflex,” she said, with a wink. “But the sex was…intense. Not painful, but nearly. I’m surprised you haven’t had the pleasure, Chase is a total slut.”
I shrugged. “I probably would, it just hasn’t been a thing.”
“Maybe he wouldn’t.”
“Fuck you,” I said.
“Why haven’t you?” she replied, eyeing me. “That’s two out of three. Has Jessica had the pleasure?”
“We made out at Rick’s party. Is his name Rick? Big guy, frat boy. In the summer.”
“I don’t think I was there. Sounds right, though. Pass me that bottle and define making out,” she said.
I got up, handed her the Jack, and sat a little further down the bed. A soft thump against the other side of the bathroom door made us both glance briefly in that direction.
“We kissed,” I said. “She definitely had her top off, but we were wasted. It’s kind of a blur.”
Paige drank from the bottle like it was soda, and I was once again amazed by her constitution. With her height and build, I wasn’t surprised she could hold her liquor better than I could, but she didn’t seem impaired at all, and she’d drunk and smoked at least as much as I had.
“So you’re kissing cousins with Chase’s cock,” she said. “Just a step removed from sucking him off.”
“I do have a gag reflex,” I said.
“I remember,” she replied, smiling.
“Wait, what?”
“That exchange student,” she said.
I started laughing. “Holy shit, you were in the room with that other guy. I remember. It was like dualing blowjobs, only super awkward.”
“Stephen French,” she said. “He literally couldn’t get it up because there was another dick in the room. It’s not like anybody was asking him to blow the guy.”
“You know what I remember about that night, aside from being skull-fucked by a guy that had spoke very little in the way of English?” I said. “Turning around and seeing you on your knees. You had your back to me, and I could still see your tits.”
“Blessing and a curse,” she said, and took another big hit from the bottle. “You’ve never *seen* seen them, though.”
“I have not.”
She laughed. “Come on, Sophie, where’s your enthusiasm?”
“For your tits? Okay, pass me the bottle and show me.”
Paige passed me the bottle and looked down at the dress, the collar of which hardly allowed for exposure that way, then grabbed the hem, arching her back and wriggling as she pulled it up over her body and off. She tossed it aside and lay back, wearing only the stockings and boots I’d already seen and black lace panties. Even laying down, her tits were a sight to behold, big enough that they didn’t just lay flat but began to move sideways, as if they could just spill right off her body.
“That’s better,” she said.
From the bathroom, we heard Jessica moaning.
“You know,” Paige said, “I’ve never seen your tits, either.”
“My tits aren’t one of the natural wonders of the world.”
“Shut up and take it off.”
“Why don’t you, since you’re so eager?” I said, taking a drink.
Paige smiled and sat up. “Don’t think I won’t,” she said.
“You don’t know what I’m thinking,” I replied.
“I bet I do. You’re all flushed and fidgety,” she said.
“Sure. They’re fucking and you’re half naked. I’m the horny one.”
She lunged at me, laughing, and I barely managed to set the bottle down on the bedside table before she wrestled me down onto my back on the mattress, trying to pin my wrists as she buried her face in my neck and I felt her mouth on me. My struggles were playful and very much half-assed, and she quickly gave up on trying to subdue me and reached down to hike my dress up over my hips, pushing my legs apart and forcing her body inbetween. She raised her head, turned her face towards mine, and then we were kissing, the taste of weed and whiskey in her mouth somehow different than in my own, my hands going between us, to her breasts, marveling at how soft they were, my fingers seeking out her nipples, tracing the shapes of their long, erect tips, her piercings.
Her mouth slid off mine, and she lifted my dress higher as she went down, kissing my bare stomach, her eyes on mine as she moved to my crotch and then between my thighs, her mouth covering me, pressing down, her tongue flat against my clit. I felt her pushing two fingers into me.
Many years later, in my thirties, when my life was filled with dating apps and the awkward dance of first meetings, trying to figure out what potential lovers wanted and why they couldn’t be as blunt as they were when we were sexting, I often remembered that night, how casually Paige and I pivoted from friendly to physical, and how afterwards we went right back to the roles we were used to without shame or judgment. I missed it. Christ, I missed it.
Her tongue and fingers were clever, and she knew exactly what she was doing. She quickly had me moaning, my hands pressed up against the wall at the foot of the bed, my head back, my hips moving as she pleasured me. I could hear the wet percussion of her fingers moving inside me, the breaths she took when she needed to. Beyond that, distant and muffled, what sounded like Chase fucking the hell out of Jessica in the bathroom, moans rising to cries, the occasional thump.
“Oh, fuck, Paige,” I said, my voice low and strained, trembling. “I’m gonna come. You’re gonna make me come.”
When I looked down at her, I could see the smile in her eyes as she lapped relentlessly at my clit, and when I felt her fingers turn inside me, felt her making a beckoning gesture, pushing at me, searching out my g-spot, I reached down and cupped the back of her head, pulling her tighter to me, urging her on.
I was pretty much there already when she found it, and the extra sensation was just the icing on the cake of my orgasm, my whole body clenching, shaking, like a mini-seizure. I felt my eyes trying to roll back in my head, and for those precious few moments, I could take only whimpering, hiccuping breaths.
Then it was done, and I fell limp, laughing breathlessly, my face hot.
“You’re fun,” Paige said, with surprising tenderness, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, crawling up my body and kissing me on the mouth so I could taste myself.
“You’re…good at that,” I replied, when she pulled away.
“Kissing?” she said.
“That, too.”
Paige picked up the bottle from the bedside table and put it to my lips. I drank and then watched her drink.
“Not high enough,” she said.
She crawled to the edge of the bed and reached down into Chase’s backpack, retrieving a small, flat tin and, from it, one of his neatly wrapped joints. My eyes moved to her big white ass, a gift wrapped in black lace.
“Pass me that lighter,” she said.
I sat up to get it, still a little dazed from my climax, and when she sat on the edge of the bed to light the joint, I scooted up behind her, my legs to each side of hers, and began to kiss her neck.
“Mmm.” She exhaled a thick cloud of smoke.
I put my arms around her and cupped her breasts, pinching her nipples between forefinger and thumb, twisting just a little, and she sighed, letting her head fall back on my shoulder.
The bathroom door opened and Jessica emerged wearing a long white T-shirt and nothing else, her hair down and mussed, red lipstick smeared. Chase followed, unashamedly naked, his cock – if not as spectacularly huge as Paige had intimated – disproportionately large for his skinny body, hanging between his legs, a little pink and glistening, presumably from Jessica’s mouth and pussy.
“Hey, we only had half the party,” Chase said, grinning when he saw my hands on Paige’s tits.
“It’s not a party unless everyone joins in,” Paige said, her voice finally sounding a little slurred.
Chase plucked the joint from her hand, took a hit, then passed it back. He got down on his knees in front of Paige and pulled down her panties. She took another pull from the joint, then turned her head and put her mouth on mine as she exhaled. I breathed in, the smoke burning my throat and filling my lungs, and I was suddenly much higher than I had been, the weed on top of the liquor making the room spin.
It was hard to process what was happening, to focus. I found myself laying back on the bed, Paige on top of me, my arms still around her, kneading her breasts. The way they gave beneath my fingers was everything; I couldn’t stop. Chase’s face was buried between her thighs, and she was moaning steadily, moving on top of me.
I turned my head and saw that Jessica had taken my spot at the foot of the bed, had pulled up the oversized tee like it was a dress and was watching us, her hand between her thighs, fingers moving in quick, untidy little circles on her clit.
I laughed. “You didn’t even make her come, Chase?”
He raised his head, his lips shining with Paige’s arousal.
“Yet,” he said, before she pushed it back down.
“No stopping,” she murmured.
I was in a strange headspace, feeling the dissociation of being high, but intimately connected to Paige, her naked back against me, her body moving as Chase ate her pussy, my hands relentlessly working her breasts. When she came, I felt it physically, her breath hitching, body shuddering, tightening and releasing until she slumped back and was still.
Chase stood up, looking very pleased with himself, and grabbed the bottle from the table to take a drink. Jessica reached out and took the joint from Paige, and when I wriggled out from beneath her I saw she was breathing deeply, steadily, her eyelids fluttering.
“Still with us?” I asked.
“Mmm. Just…” Paige waved her hands vaguely. “Just post-coital or post-oral or whatever.”
“How about you, Sophie?” Chase asked me. He’d put the bottle down and was watching me, and he was hard.
“Not gonna lie, I’m pretty fucked up,” I said.
“I wanna be where they are,” Jessica said, and grabbed the bottle to accompany the joint she already had.
Chase stepped past Paige and sat down beside me. I smiled at him, reaching out to touch his cock, making a fist of my hand, beginning to stroke him.
“It’s pretty,” I said. “And big.”
He laughed. “You are fucked up.”
“I told you that, you fucking dork,” I said.
I shifted on the bed, turning towards him so I could lower my head and take him into my mouth, pulling my lips tight, my tongue moving over him. He smelled and tasted like sex, like Jessica, and I ran my hand up and down his cock while I pleasured him with my mouth, feeling the heat from his skin, the veins on his shaft, the prickle on neatly trimmed pubic hair around the base. I cupped and lightly squeezed his balls and he moved his hips, giving an excited groan that sent a hot little shiver of excitement through my belly.
When I came up for air, Jessica was there, on all-fours on the other side of Chase, her T-shirt hanging down in the face of Paige, who was either unconcerned or unconscious. Jessica grabbed Chase’s cock and went right to town, hand and head moving rapidly up and down, demonstrating the sounds Paige had heard through the bathroom door.
Chase gave me a look that was part Holy Shit and part What Can You Do, and I hid my laughter by getting up off my knees and peeling off my dress. He immediately wrapped an arm around me and pulled me to him, taking one nipple into his mouth, trapping it between his lips, tongue flicking at the tip.
Jessica raised her head and straddled him, crossing her arms over her front and pulling off the T-shirt she’d been wearing for all of ten minutes. I watched her reach down and hold his shaft, watched the fat head of his cock push between her labia and then into her as she lowered herself and began to ride him.
It was with some reluctance that I pulled away from Chase. I was enjoying his mouth on me, but I wanted to fuck him, and I wasn’t going to do that with Jessica in the way. I moved around behind her, drawing her back towards me so that she was leaning away from Chase, resting her hands on his thighs. I reached down between her thighs, where I could feel her moving on his cock, and found her clit, rubbing it the same way I’d seen her do to herself.
“Oh, fuck!” she moaned. “Oh, fuck. Oh, Jesus fucking Christ!”
I liked Jessica’s body, despite what she herself might think about it. She had incredible cappuccino skin, almost flawless, and if she was a little chubby, it was all in good places. She had an hourglass shape, big tits, wide hips, and a fat ass, and I could feel the soft swell of her belly against my arm as I played with her, the tickle of her thick, dark bush against the heel of my hand.
She was loud, too, crying out as she came, so loud that I actually clapped my other hand over her mouth, staring wide-eyed at Chase, who was caught between laughter and excitement, obviously enjoying the sight and sensation of Jessica squirming in his lap until she fell forward, throwing her arms around him, her face buried in his neck.
I left them there, went to the table. The joint was in the ashtray, and I picked it up and lit it to once again fill my lungs, chasing it with another mouthful of whiskey and then stumbling to the bathroom. I wasn’t chasing oblivion, but it seemed I was catching up with it anyway, and after I’d relieved myself, it took me several minutes sitting on the toilet to unlace and remove my boots and peel off each stocking.
There was a light tapping on the door.
“You okay in there?” Chase said, in a low voice.
“Yeah, come in,” I said.
He opened the door a little way and looked in.
“Christ,” he said. “You want some water or something?”
I shook my head, then wished I hadn’t. The room kept moving back and forth, gradually slowing, and for a moment, I was sure I was going to be sick.
“Something else?” he said. “I’ve got a little coke. It’ll take the edge off.”
“Sure,” I said.
He disappeared back into the main room, and I slowly stood and went to the sink, cupping cool water in my hands and drinking it, then raising my eyes to my reflection. I looked the way I felt, parts of my hair pulled from my tight ponytail to hang in my face, my lipstick and mascara smeared. I turned the hot water on and washed my face, pulled my hair tie out and wet my hair, pushing it back. When I raised my head, Chase was there with a towel, and I took it and patted my face dry.
“Thanks,” I said.
“You okay?”
“Yeah, I’m okay. I’m here.”
“Good.”
He stepped in close behind me. I felt his cock against the small of my back. When he raised his hand to my face, I saw he’d dipped his fingers in whatever coke he had. I let him push them between my slack lips, rubbing my gums, the harsh taste making me wrinkle my nose.
“It’ll cut the weed and booze,” he said. “Clear some of those cobwebs.”
“I bet you say that to all the girls,” I replied.
“Only the ones who look as good as you do.”
I laughed. “And here I thought the only line I’d get out of you is the one you just rubbed on my gums.”
“Nah,” he said. “I’m being real. I have the biggest fucking crush on you.”
“Hey,” I said, finding his eyes in the mirror. “I’m not really looking for…”
“Don’t be an asshole,” he said. “Neither am I. I just think about you a lot, and the opportunity has never presented itself.”
“Not until you got me trashed and in the same bathroom that still smells like Jessica’s pussy.”
“That is…”
I grinned. “Are you gonna awkwardly declare your undying love, or are we gonna fuck?”
“You are a garbage human being,” he said.
“I am. Pure trash. But I’m horny as fuck and I only got Jessica off because I wanted your cock for myself.”
“Gotta love her enthusiasm, though.” He put his hands on my hips, ran them up over the inward curve of my waist, to my tits. “She’s a good time.”
“Mmm.” I watched in the mirror as his hands squeezed my breasts, his thumbs skimming over my nipples. I reached back and touched his cock, feeling his hardness.
“Chase?” I said.
“Sophie.”
“I want you inside me.”
He released my breasts, and one hand between my shoulder blades gently bent me over a little as he bent his knees and I felt him against me and then in me, his cock thick enough that it took some effort, despite how wet I was. I closed my eyes, feeling him fill and stretch me, remembering what Paige had said about it nearly hurting.
“Tight,” he said, in my ear.
Perhaps by way of response or rebuttal to Jessica’s frantic attentions, he took it slow, moving back and forth inside me, our mouths locked, his hands back on my breasts. I could feel the coke kicking in, clearing the cobwebs, as he’d put it, and making me aware of my heartbeat, the blood in my veins, my skin prickling. I had new energy, and everything about the situation was turning me on. In my head, I saw us in the third person, imagined Chase bending me over further, pushing my face down into the sink, fucking me harder, his flat stomach and crotch slapping against my ass, sending ripples through my soft flesh as I moaned.
“Can I come in you?” he breathed, breaking the kiss, lowering his head so his forehead was resting on my shoulder, still moving inside me. “I’m close.”
I shook my head, a little sadly. I didn’t want him to stop.
“I have to…” He pulled out and stepped back, holding his cock.
“It’s okay,” I said. I turned and got down on my knees, looking up at him. “You wanna come on me?”
He looked down, stroking himself, watching me as I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue like a porn star, running my hands over my body, down between my thighs, rubbing my clit. He groaned and his cock erupted, a thick rope of come hitting the corner of my mouth, dripping down my chin. He stepped closer, so his cock was directly above me, and more dripped down onto my face, between my lips.
“Fuck,” he said, breathless, still holding himself. “That was hot.”
I stood. My legs were shaking, and when I looked at myself in the mirror and saw his come on my face, dripping down onto my chest, the slope of one breast, I smiled.
“I think I’m going to take a quick shower,” I said.
“Have at it,” Chase replied.
He closed the door when he left and I stepped into his shower, turning the spray as hot as I dared and just standing beneath it for a while before I washed myself. By the time I got out, I felt clear headed and almost sober, but my pussy throbbed urgently, demanding that what Chase had started be finished.
When I went back out into the main room, it was to find Robert Palmer and two thirds of his backing band unconscious. I sighed, crouching to undo Paige’s boots and take them off, laying them neatly by the bed and then swinging her feet up so she wasn’t hanging off the edge. She muttered in her sleep and I kissed her softly on the cheek.
“Goodnight,” I said.
I slipped into my dress and put my boots back on, stuffing my stockings into my purse, then I grabbed the bottle of Jack, still a quarter full, and headed for the door. It had been a fun night, and I had toys at home that could take care of a girl who’s addiction to love hadn’t quite been sated.
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