The Party

Hardstyle wasn’t really my cup of music, but sitting in my casual pinstripe suit smoking my cigar, standing behind the bar in our lounge area, I couldn’t help but feel the vibe a bit. I wasn’t really tending the bar, it just sorta felt cool mixing drinks for our guests, while Kim stood for the mingling. I even saw Toby somewhere, shyly staring at the twenty or so friends of ours chatting, dancing, and hollering.

“Toby!” I called out. It was amazing he even heard me through the music. I waved him over and over he came.

“Want a beer?” I asked, starting to pour one from the tap. We had some kegs delivered and hooked up. That is, Kim hooked it up. She was good with that sorta thing.

“Erh,” Toby started. I looked over his outfit. Just sweats and a polo shirt that hugged his belly a bit too tight. Poor kid.

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell anybody. Hell, we’re in a college town in Indiana, nobody gives a shit,” I laughed, handing it to him. He took one sip and winced. Yeah, he hadn’t acquired the taste yet.

“Say, what you think about the party?” I asked. I took off my Ray-Bans and smashed them onto his face. He looked a bit perplexed but adjusted them correctly.

“Many people,” Toby muttered.

“Lotta pretty women, eh?” I said, leaning my elbow on the counter, looking at the crowd. Toby nodded. But I saw which woman he was looking at. Kim.

The boy probably had a small crush on his hostess. “No big deal,” I thought.

Several hours later.

The party was dying down. Some had left, but a good chunk was still left. Me, Kim, Zach, Amanda, some random guy I didn’t know and his girlfriend, and another girl. Or maybe that was his sister, I didn’t really know. I was eh, sorta wasted at this point. Oh yeah, and Toby was there, but he sat in the bar still.

We sat around the coffee table in our white leather sofas, playing some stupid card-drinking game. It was sorta hard keeping the rules straight at this point. In fact, Kim had enough. She threw her hand of cards across the messy floor, exclaiming, “Fuck this. Let’s do something else.”

“How about some truth and dares?” Amanda suggested. The randos agreed. And Zach, but Zach was kind of an ass, so of course he couldn’t miss an opportunity to get a ‘win’. Why was I even friends with this guy?

So maybe a more sober man would call it quits and tossed everyone out, or into the guest rooms. But I wasn’t a sober man.

“Fine,” Kim said, with a bored sigh. “I’ll start. Amanda. Or Amy. Truth or dare?”

“Dare,” Amanda said.

“Take that absinthe over there, and drink it all,” Kim lazily said. She wasn’t the biggest fan of Amanda, but only the two of us knew that. Nor Zach for that matter, but nobody likes Zach.

“No fun,” Amanda said, folding her arms. “Choose something else.”

Kim looked over her shoulder, back at Toby.

“Hug that guy,” Kim said, waving her hand toward Toby, who looked like he just saw a ghost.

“You okay over there?” I asked.

“Yeah come sit. Hugs are best on a comfy couch,” Kim said, patting the seat next to her.

“Who is that guy anyway?” Amanda muttered under her breath.

As Toby came over, I jumped up and laid a hand around his shoulders, pointing my Corona at him.

“This, dear Amanda, this is Toby,” I presented, offering him the seat next to Kim, where she patted. “Our tenant. Be polite. And hug him. Or down the absinthe.”

Amanda gave an annoyed sigh, scooted over to her knees in front of Toby, awkwardly placing her hands on his shoulder, looking at him with disgust.

“Don’t drool on me, okay?”

Amanda then slid her arms under his and pulled in tight, gave a 3-second squeeze, and let go, not really hiding her disgust all that much. Amanda then turned to me, wanting her **** on Kim.

“Truth or dare?” she asked. I didn’t want to be chicken shit, but I also knew Amanda would be nasty. So I answered, “Truth.”

Amanda looked disappointed but lit up quickly. “What are those three’s names?”

She pointed to the three randos names. Fuck. I turned beet red. I had talked with them earlier. A lot. The girls laughed. Even Zach and Toby snickered a bit, realizing my predicament. They knew I wasn’t being an ass, but I was terrible with names. I looked like such a shallow douchebag now. The two girls looked at me expectantly, while the guy was just laughing as he saw my cogs turn.

“Eeeeeh. Je–Jen? Jennifer?” I said pointing to the girl with a side buzz cut. She wore a small leather jacket and some red tight trousers. She nodded. “One out of three ain't bad,” I sang, from the Meat Loaf song.

“It’s two out of three, you doofus,” Kim laughed, slapping my shoulder.

“Yeah. Me and eeerh, Mark? Mike? We talked about Jennifer Connelly, then your girl came over and thought we were talking smack?” I said, recalling our conversations. I wanted to show I wasn’t a douchebag. Just bad with names. The guy shrugged.

“Close enough.”

“Really?” I asked, but the guy snickered.

“Yeah totally, my name is Robert.”

“Who the fuck is Mike?” I asked. Robert shrugged again. I turned to the last one. Hot one. Gray eyes, like Connelly, which is what we had been discussing. A bit taller than Jen, but with longer hair and thoroughly a brunette through and through. And with a nice clea–

“Linda,” I said. “There!” I cheered triumphantly. No cheering? I looked around. The guys seemed to be bored by how long it took.

“Hey! How about we mix it up, and make it a bit NSFW?” Amanda asked.

“NSFW?” Zach asked.

“Not safe for work,” Toby blurted out.

“And I have these awesome rules to make it even more interesting,” Amanda conveyed connivingly. “Okay, so we have a bottle. This one, it has some in it left. So one person spins the bottle. He or she presents a dare. The dare has to involve two people. So the person spins the bottle and chooses like one half of the dare, then spins it again to choose the other half. Understood? No? Alright, I’ll start to make it easy. My dare is smack ass. So now I’ll spin who will do the smacking. Then, who gets smacked. So here we go. Scoot closer, Zach.”

Amanda picked a bottle of Russian Standard, placed it on the table, and spun it. First, it landed on herself. “Ooouh. So I will get to smack some booty.”

She spun the bottle again. It landed on Linda. Linda jokingly bit her lip and turned around on her side on the sofa, whispering Monroe-like, “Come get it, girl!” Me and the guys hooted as Amanda moved over, placed her one hand on Linda’s waist, reeled back her other, and sent her hand into Linda’s wide-hipped ass. Linda winced slightly, but joined the laughter, seeming to savor the sharp pain.

“Oh, boys, you’ll get yours,” she gleamed. “My turn?” Amanda nodded.

“My dare is… grab ass. Not some stupid spank. A good 10-second feel up,” Linda said, biting her full bottom lip. Fuck, she was kind of sexy, can’t lie. I knew a few guys around the table who would love to be the grabber.

Linda grabbed the bottle and slowly spun it, almost seductive-like. It ominously turned on the table half a dozen times, then pointed at me. I shot my fist up triumphantly.

“You’re not getting my ass, remember? Whoever this bottle lands on,” Linda said and laughed. Kim too. Maybe I was a bit too eager.

Again Linda spun the bottle. And it landed on fucking Amanda. I looked over at Kim, who bit her bottom lip and gave me the ‘go-ahead’ nod, never breaking her eye contact with Amanda's firm, pant-clad cheeks. I didn’t even look at Zach. Amanda, who was already on the couch I was on, just turned on her side, as Linda had done.

“Come get the best feel of your life, big boy,” she said, staring at Kim, who didn’t even pay attention. She just darted between my hands and Amanda’s perky ass.

I moved up behind her. Mounting her more or less. She looked up at me, also biting her lip. She was perhaps a bit too much into it, but the look she gave me didn’t fail to arouse me. But I got the hall pass, and I wasn’t going to falter. I laid my hand underneath her jeans-clad ass, slowly rubbing them up across her cheek, and slowly giving her a few good squeezes. Amanda even gave a few low moans at how delicately I was savoring her ass. For 10 seconds. I scooted back, grabbing the bottle.

“Shows over,” I joked, but I had to admit I was slightly flustered. Turning a bit red, perhaps. I even glanced over at Zach, and he was shooting me daggers.

“Erh. Dive in the pool!” I said out loud.

“Come on!” “No fun!” “That all you got?” The girls weren’t too happy about my suggestion. Zach was fuming.

“Okay okay. How about a peck? On the cheek. Nice and sweet? You girls like that romantic shit, right?” The girls agreed.

The bottle spun and landed on Jen. Then on Robert. Well fuck, that wasn’t so fun. She easily smooched his chin, and he just grinned sheepishly. Jen was quick on the trigger, grabbing the bottle.

“Take off his or her shirt,” Jen said.

“Wait, how is that a dare involving two?” Amanda retorted.

“Well, someone has a shirt on, and someone else takes it off. I mean, the other way.”

“Ooouuu,” Amanda cheered. Kim looked hopingly at me.

While the girls wanted some shirtless guys, I looked at said guys. We wouldn’t mind some topless women in their bras either. But alas, the bottle landed on Zach. “Fuck. Wait, did that mean he would have to undress someone? Fuck, I hope it won’t be Kim,” I thought. But to my sheer horror, it landed on me. The girls hooted, seeing they would get some muscled guy undress another.

I decided there was no way around it, best play it cool. I shot up, threw my jacket off, and spread my arms as if to hug Zach. He just looked dumb up at me, shaking his head.

“Don’t rip it,” I said, talking about my shirt. Zach awkwardly got up, beet red, worse than I had been earlier.

It wasn’t lost on Zach how he was two inches shorter than me, and not as broad either. He grabbed the bottom button and started up. He even gave a small twirl with his hip, to play it cool, giving the girls something to cheer for, but he gave himself away with his shaking hands.

“Lower your arms,” Zach muttered.

“Sure thing, big man,” I laughed, to the amusement of the others.

And like that, my shirt was off. I flexed my biceps and got a small cheer and claps from the girls and Robert. Zach looked utterly defeated. I had nothing to complain about, but I’d much rather see Jen or Linda. Both had some impressive sets, by the looks of it. Especially if it looked to be alright with Kim! But now it was Zach’s turn. Ugh.

“Fuck pecks. I wanna see some kissing,” Zach said, spinning the bottle hard. As if that mattered.

It landed on Linda. And on… Linda again.

“What now?” Zach asked, hopingly. Amanda just gave an annoyed sigh and spun the bottle again. It landed on poor little Toby.

Toby looked like he had seen a ghost. Again. But Linda saw his shyness and took the initiative.

“We could take it to another room if the crowd makes you uncomfortable?” Linda suggested.

“Sure,” I said, wanting to be accommodating, gesturing towards a door. We had a small room where we kept brooms and the vacuum cleaner just behind the lounge area.

“You sure?” Robert suddenly asked. What did he care? He had a girlfriend.

Linda nodded, grabbing Toby by the hand and leading them off to the secluded room. Of course another holler from the girls and a cheer from me and Robert. A minute later they came out. Both were a bit flustered. Linda’s hair a bit disheveled even. Had they gone for seconds or something? Linda plumped down, sighing.

“Phew guys, not what I expected,” she said exasperated. Toby leaned down and grabbed the bottle, smirking a bit, but not saying anything. Did he have some secret skill he just unleashed on Linda? I couldn’t help but get a bit curious. But it was Toby’s dare.

“More kissing,” he muttered. This time it landed on Kim.

It had been a while since she had done anything. And some weird part of me, from how we had been talking, I was sort of split if I wanted Linda, Jen, Amanda or… Toby be the one to be on the other end of the kiss. But it was Linda.

“I’m getting all the action tonight, guys. Might as well get a room, eh?” Linda cheered. “Wanna head to–”

“No way, José,” Kim said, smiling devilishly at me.

Linda, who sat on the sofa next to Kim and Toby, next to Robert, stood once again. Stumbling a bit. Taking one step, she immediately fell forward and onto Kim. “Hey there, lover,” Linda muttered, finding herself eye-to-eye on top of Kim. And leaned in for a deep passionate kiss. Heavily reciprocated by Kim too.

“Holy fuck,” I muttered, my eyes practically bulging. I swore there were some tongues in there too!

And then it was over. Fuck, I wanted more of that.

“Another shirt has to go,” Kim said, breathing slightly heavier, spinning the bottle.

It landed on Zach. And then at Robert.

“God damn it!” Zach fumed. Robert was less theatric. He even slipped his arms out himself.

But now Zach wanted vengeance. As if. With his luck?

“One of you guys has to jerk off the other for a whole minute!” Zach said, with a coy smile, and spun the bottle. Then it dawned on him, that entailed himself. “No wait!”

“Toooo laaate,” Linda hooted, Amanda joining her.

I just prayed I wouldn’t get jerked off by one of the guys. But it didn’t land on Zach, it was almost worse. It landed on his girl, Amanda managed to let out another ‘ooouuu’. Zach cursed and spun the bottle again. Again, it landed on Toby. Why did he get all the action? And from Amanda, who despised him.

Amanda looked like someone had thrown an old sock in her face. Absolutely disgusted. She looked over at Toby with obvious disdain. Zach looked horrified. Not only did he only get guy-on-guy action, but his girl would also be subject to Toby yet again.

“Hey, you don’t have to be a bitch about it,” Linda said.

“Yeah, it was your game,” Robert chimed. He didn’t really talk that much.

“Yeah, yeah. I get it,” Amanda, and with a yuck, she stood up, starting towards the closet. Toby hesitated. “You coming tubby? I mean Toby?”

Toby shot to his feet. “Ya’ll keep playing. Jen, you spin it for me while I go and…” Amanda said, trailing off.

We gave it a collective shrug. No point in rubbing it in for either one. Jen took the bottle.

“What do we say to a blowjob for 60 seconds?” Jen suggested, spinning the bottle. Fuck. I prayed it wouldn’t be Zach and Kim. Or Kim and Zach, for that matter.

The heat was certainly turning up. Hell, all the excitement had me somewhat aroused. The girls kissing, the prospect of both a short handjob and now a blowjob? But again, it wasn’t too controversial this time. Jen and Robert again. As they disappeared to the room Toby and Amanda came out. Now it was Amanda’s time to look like she had seen a ghost. None of the disgust was left. She looked to be in utter shock. Like whatever had happened, she couldn’t believe it. What the fuck was Toby’s trick?

“What happened?” Zach asked.

“You don’t wanna know,” Amanda said, grabbing the bottle. She looked pissed at Zach. It was his dare, after all. “Fucking christ, Zach. I’ll take this one for Jen.”

Amanda shook her head as if to shake her excursion with Toby off.

“My dare is, someone has to wrestle the other to the ground,” Amanda said, glancing at me and then at Zach. The small group laughed at that. Everyone knew how that would go.

It ended up being Toby having to wrestle me to the ground. The group snickered. Even Toby seemed to find it sorta funny. He was a few inches shorter than me, and maybe he weighed as much as me, but we had those pounds in completely different places. We went out to the carpet in front of the pool door.

“What’s going on?” Jen asked as she and Robert came back, both quite flustered.

“Toby’s going to take me down,” I chuckled.

Toby awkwardly slid his arm around my neck and tried to press me down. Then he wrapped an arm around me, trying to do a makeshift wrestling takedown. Problem was, I wrestled in high school. Toby obviously hadn’t. Toby tried a few more ways, even trying to lift my leg with both arms to have me keel backward.

“I can’t do it,” Toby panted, quite sweaty now.

“No problemo. Few can,” I chuckled.

Toby steadied himself on the table and took the bottle, panting out, “More… ugh… kissing…”

“Just that?” Zach said, realizing just after he had spoken that perhaps he should bite his tongue.

“Anywhere,” Toby added and spun the bottle, and slumped back next to Kim again.

It was like watching in slow motion. The bottle turned and turned. The anywhere part wasn’t lost on me. I looked at the others. Linda looked like she always did, hot but indifferent. Kim was still biting her lip. Zach looked like he wanted to take the bottles’ lunch money. Jen and Rob didn’t look like they cared. Amanda looked excited at the bottle. Like she was hoping for something.

But the bottle slowly stopped. Not on just anyone. On Kim. I gulped. It turned me on so much. To think my quirky, somewhat shy wife would have to kiss someone. Anywhere. Toby spun the bottle. God. I hoped it would be Linda. Please, if there is a God, let it be Linda.

It wasn’t Linda.

It was Toby again.

This time he wasn’t even hiding his smirk. Like he knew exactly where to get that kiss. I couldn’t help but get a bit turned on by the thought of this guy forcing my girl to kiss him wherever he wanted. Just like how Kim kissed Linda was just right, this was so wrong.

Kim looked at me, but I didn’t want to be chicken shit in the name of the game. Hell, it was just a game. Toby would never have done anything with these three hotties if not for the game. So I gave her a smile and a nod.

“You go, girl!” Amanda cheered, but looked a bit… Was that jealousy? Envy? Even Linda pumped her fist lightly. What did they know?

It felt like forever when Kim stood up, with a small exhale, taking Toby by both hands and dragging him to the closet. She seemed to be pretty excited about this kiss. Maybe she read the signals from the other girls. Girls did that, right? And I caught Linda and Amanda giving each other a knowing smirk. Zach looked to be fuming. Jen and Robert were oblivious. But that knowing smirk between Linda and Amanda… There was something afoot. I had to know.

“What you girls snickering about?” I asked, trying to play it cool.

“Oh, nothing.”

“Jen, you spin again,” Linda said, dismissing any further questioning.

“Why, kissing seems like a nice trend.”

Jen spun the bottle. Loe and behold. Linda was at one end. And I got to kiss… “please be me, please be me,” I thought, clenching my fists. And there it was. Me! I stood up fast. Perhaps a bit too fast.

“So where do you want your kiss, dirty little man?” Linda asked.

“No, it’s you who gets the kiss,” Amanda corrected.

“Oooh. Interesting. Well. Seeing the cozy closet is all occupied,” Linda started, tracing her fingers down towards her cleavage, “How about you give me a nice wet one right in between here?”

Linda moved her blouse to the sides, showing more of her cleavage. She pointed at the middle of her tits and reiterated, “Right here?”

She slid across the floor and sat down next to me, as the spot was now empty. Linda wasn’t one to wait, so she moved a hand into my hair, clutching it, and moved my head into her cleavage. I quickly shot out my hand and clutched her shoulders. When I crashed in between her breasts I immediately shot my lips out and gave her a big wet kiss. Fuck, she was so hot. I just hoped Kim wouldn’t be too pissed. If at all, she did seem to like Linda as well. The way they kissed. I felt myself swell some at the thought of them together.

“Pff whatever, she’s fucking tranny anyway,” I heard Zach mutter.

I shot my head back up and looked at Linda. And then turned to Zach.

“What was that?” I asked cooly.

“She’s a fucking tranny. You just sucked the tits of a fucking dude with a dick,” Zach spat.

“Zach, what the fuck?” Amanda said, looking perplexed at her boyfriend.

I looked at him. Then at Linda. I calmly walked over to him. Standing over him, I saw that he was drunk as shit. And letting his true self show even more.

“What?” he asked.

I grabbed him by both sides of his collar and yanked him to his feet and started dragging him away from the lounge. He cursed and complained, wondering what was wrong, but I had nothing left to say to this asshole. When I came to the door, I just threw him out and gave his ass a kick for the road.

“Order a cab. This is private property,” I said, slamming the door.

When I got back I was met by a cheer from the others, even from Amanda. And Kim and Toby were back. They sat on each of their sofas now. Kim on mine, which I had had for myself this evening. Toby where he had sat the rest of the weekend. Kim was having some water and looked a bit flustered. How long had they been gone? I couldn’t even remember.

“For the record,” I said and winked at Linda and said, “Would.”

They laughed, but I also caught Linda blushing a bit. I was mostly joking. I didn’t give a fuck if she was or not. I slumped down next to Kim, putting a hand on her knee.

“What happened?” I asked as the others conversed.

“Later,” Kim muttered. But she had that knowing smirk. Whatever had happened had turned her up a notch it seemed.

“Anymore dares?” I asked.

We went through a few more. Robert had to give Amanda a spank. Amanda and Kim spanked one another. I got to feel Jen’s tits.

“Some naughty picture to some lucky princess,” I exclaimed, spinning the bottle.

It landed on Toby. For the recipient, I was a bit split on what I hoped for. One part of me wanted the picture myself. If it was a dick pic. I knew that was weird, but I wanted to know what the hubbub was about. Surely he had a decent size, with how they reacted. Or maybe it was ridiculously small? Another part of me leaned another way, though. Wanting Kim to have it. For my hot wife to have a naughty picture of our tenant. Who lived under the same roof as us. If he hadn’t already shown it to her yet and made her kiss it, then he would surely now? Just those two things made me unexplainably aroused.

Then the bottle landed on Kim. I gulped. I wanted to finish this game right now and drag my wife up to bed. Almost ominously Toby stood from the sofa and lumbered over to the closet again. A few seconds went by and he came back. Simple as that. I looked at Kim. She was currently looking at her phone, wide-eyed.

“Pretty good right?” Amanda muttered sultrily.

“Alright, come here,” I said to Kim, yanking her off the sofa and over my shoulder. Kim laughed and squealed, but didn’t protest. Before I headed to the stairs, I yelled over my shoulder, “Turn off the lights before you pass out.”