Stick around for karaoke

Images of Sydney’s friends pop into your head. They come over every so often to hang out with her and they are friendly to you when you’re around, but you’ve never really hung out with them in a meaningful way.

Vanessa is Sydney’s bestie. She is supermodel hot and has that swagger that tells you that she’s the one in control. She has long brown hair that is silken smooth and piercing green eyes. With her calm, cool demeanor and high society grace, it baffles you as to why she hangs out with Sydney. Sure, Syd is hot too, but she’s more down to earth and approachable. Vanessa is cordial but keeps you at arm’s length, however, with Sydney, she seems to light up and speak more warmly. You’ve always wondered if the two shared something more than a close friendship.

Sydney’s other friends that are probably heading over are Vicky and Sara. Those two are a couple of trouble makers. They are always joking around or messing with someone. When you first started rooming together with Syd, they would give her a hard time, ragging on her about rooming with a guy and what the two of you must be doing together when no one is around. Of course, those conjectures were all untrue, but Sydney never denied that, she just brushed it off as harmless teasing.

They also teased you relentlessly for the first week or so of you knowing them. The two would concoct elaborate scenarios which would result in you being put into awkward situations for Sydney to find out. There was one time they came over and Sydney was in the shower, so they told you they’d wait for her in her room. Sydney returned from her shower, wearing nothing but a towel, asking you where her clothes were. It turned out that the two pranksters ransacked her room, emptied her closet and drawers of clothing and left them in your room as evidence, then snuck out of the place without you even noticing! You doubt Sydney bought that explanation though since she’d lock her door whenever she’d shower for the next month.

The devilish duo would also take turns trying to get a rise out of you with suggestive talk whenever Sydney wasn’t around. Vicky liked to sit up close to you, like uncomfortably close, inside personal bubble space close. Then she’d throw out cheesy pickup lines in a husky voice, like, “Is it hot in here, or is it just you?” or, “If I said you had a sexy bod, would you hold it against me?”

While Vicky could be quite flirty with her natural zest and charisma, Sara’s tact was more direct. Out of the blue while doing something mundane like watching television, Sara would, in her deadpan tone, tell you, “If you take off your pants, I will suck you.”

Of course you never took her up on that offer or any of their offers. While both girls were attractive, (Vicky has short cropped blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and an hourglass shape; Sara has jet black hair, usually tied up into a ponytail and pale skin with a slender physique), you never actually tried anything with them. There was always an underlying fear that all their advances were for the sake of some joke. In fact, they are the main reasons why you’ve kept your distance from Sydney’s friend circle as a whole, not quite trusting their motives.

Well, this night was going to be different. At the very least, you are going to be treated to a group of gorgeous ladies singing their hearts out and fondling themselves, half naked and not caring that you’re watching. That is enough to keep you around.

“You know what? I think I WILL join you!” you announce to your roommate.

“Oh?” Sydney replies with raised eyebrows. She grins from ear to ear, “That’s great! I’ve always wondered what those pipes of yours sound like…” Her last comment sends your mind to a different sort of pipe on your body, but you shake the thought away. “Anyways, since you’re sticking around, I’m going to get you to help me get things ready!”

Sydney has you put out snacks for everyone. It’s a modest spread of chips, dip, soft drinks and candies. You also order a pizza that should arrive within half an hour. Meanwhile, Syd hooks up the entertainment system to play karaoke. It’s an old system that she picked up at a flea market for a dirt cheap price. It came with a library of old songs from its era and cannot play new music unless you are a techie that can reverse-engineer it to play music off your phone. Neither you nor Sydney are that technically inclined, but you did manage to set up the system on an old monitor and split the feed onto your wall mounted flat screen, so that the singer can face the couch and read the lyrics while everyone else could see as well.

You watch with bemusement as Sydney fumbles on her hands and knees to connect the microphone behind all the wiring. Her bare ass waves in the air as she tries to find the proper hole to plug into. Finally she does and gets up to test the sound. She is still naked as she slides her fingers between her legs with one hand and holds up the mic up to her lips with her free one.

“Test… test…” she speaks into the receiver. There is a reverberating echo coming out of the speaker that reminds you of practically every wedding reception you’ve ever been to. Sydney goes back behind the speakers to make adjustments, then stands behind the old cathode ray monitor again to give it another try. This time, she picks out a song and lets it play out. There is a piano being played on the flat screen that switches out to a crowd of dancers in a dance club. Amusingly, and more than likely not how the video originally played out, all of the people are bottomless. A few shots of the crowd later, the picture switches over to a band on stage. Sydney starts singing along, “Oooh… you can dance… you can jive… having the time of your liiiiife!” Her hips sway to the rhythm as she delves deep into the song, “Ooooh…. See that girl… watch that sceeeene… dig it, the dancing queeeeen!” Music plays on.

You are mesmerized by Sydney’s fluidic dance movements as she dances and sings the song, clearly not needing the prompter to feed her the lyrics. She looks over to you and shimmies in place alluringly, perking her hips up from left to right as she continues to sing. “Dancing queen… feel the beat… of that tambouriiine!” It’s all the more tantalizing as the nude songstress has her fingers deep in her snatch as she sways from side to side. Before you realize it, the song is playing itself out and Sydney slides the mic onto its stand and says, “Looks like everything’s ready! I’m going to take a quick shower before the others get here!”

You nod, thinking you need to wash up as well. You watch Sydney leave with a peppy bounce and hungrily munch on a chip. She returns fifteen minutes later in a fresh shirt and you take your turn showering up, picking out a new top to wear for the party as well.

You check the time; it is about when you agreed to meet the astrophysics girls for that study session. You feel a bit guilty about ditching them, so you send a text with a lame excuse about not being able to make it. You get a reply from Amy with a frowny face emoji then a message not to worry about it. A few minutes later you get a pic from Amy. It’s her face next to another girl’s pussy! You’re confused and simply message her, ‘?!”

There is a delay before you get another message back. “Lost a bet with Clara. (eye roll emoji)”

You are not sure just how embarrassing this is supposed to be in this strange new world, but it has to have some level of humiliation if she is doing because she lost a bet. Not sure how to appropriately respond, you go with the tried and true, “LOL!”

Another picture loads up on your phone. This time, it’s a further vantage point. You can see Clara sitting on a chair in the library, holding the phone up for a selfie. She’s got one leg on the study table and the other splayed to the side with Amy in between, licking away and looking at the camera. You don’t have to touch yourself to understand this image’s one thousand words, but that doesn’t stop you. After a moment of admiration, you message back, “I guess I missed out, maybe we could get together another time.”

A few moments later, you get a reply. It’s a winky face emoji. Before you can sink into a depressing thought experiment on what might have been, the doorbell rings. The first guest has arrived.

Sydney answers the door. “Ahh!” she cries out, forcing you to turn your head from your phone to who’s at the door. You see Sydney wrapping her arms around her friend, Vanessa. The two embrace and slide their hands over each other’s sex to speak. “Van! So glad you could make it!”

“I wouldn’t miss it, Syd!” Vanessa replies enthusiastically. “Are the others here yet?”

“Nope, you’re the first one!” Sydney says.

“Hello, Vanessa,” you chime in.

“Oh, your roommate is still here?” Vanessa asks in a less enthusiastic tone. You wonder once more whether or not staying was the right decision.

“He’s going to be joining us!” Sydney replies.

“Oh?” Vanessa says with a perked eyebrow. “That’ll be… interesting…” You see a wry grin form on her lips as she eyes you. You start to feel like prey in the crosshairs of a deadly predator.

“Make way!” Calls out someone behind Vanessa. Vanessa gets pushed into the room, forcing Sydney to backpedal too in order to stay on her feet. Behind them is Sara, hand firmly entrenched in each of Vanessa’s butt cheeks. “Make way for the superstars!” Announces Vicky, one hand in pussy, the other giving the room a royal wave.

Vanessa twists around and frees herself from Sara’s grasp. She rubs her cheeks and yells, “God, Sara! You dug your nails in there!” You wonder if it is the action of rubbing her own ass or the reaction to the nail digging that lets her speak. Could kink fetishes like S&M allow you to communicate too? You might have to test that out sometime…

Meanwhile, Sara and Vicky are having giggle fits over Vanessa’s reaction.

“Ah! My ass is all red now!” Vanessa moans.

“I’ll get you some ice,” Sydney offers, heading over to the kitchen.

“Aww, don’t worry, I’ll kiss it all better…” Vicky says, pouting her lips.

“No thanks!” Vanessa scoffs, “You might get it infected!”

“Then I’ll infect you with my cooties!” Vicky announces, running over to kiss Vanessa’s ass.

“No!” Vanessa cries out, scurrying to get away, unable to contain her giggles. As they circle the living room, Vanessa takes a swipe at Sara who is hasn’t moved from her position. Vanessa lands a loud “SMACK” onto Sara’s left cheek, leaving a bright red hand print on there. “Take that!” Vanessa cries out as she exacts her ****.

After taking a second to absorb what had happened, Sara straightens up and says in her monotone voice, “Thank you, ma’am, may I have another?” as if she were an initiate being hazed. Vanessa grabs her with one arm and leans her over the couch where you are sitting. From there, she starts smacking the flat of her palm over the raven haired girl’s butt cheek, lighting it up with ass slaps. This gives Vicky the chance to catch up to Vanessa and plant her lips on the brunette’s backside. Vicky buries her face into the pillowy cushion and motorboats, causing her recipient to burst out laughing. The three of them can’t contain themselves, letting out hysterical giggles.

Sara looks up to see you watching the entire scene play out. Her laughter dies down. You take a chip and crunch into it as you watch on. Vicky pokes her head up from behind Vanessa. “Oh! John's here!” Vicky notes.

“He’s going to karaoke with us!” Sydney says, returning with ice packs. She hands it over to Vanessa. Then, seeing the redness on Sara’s butt cheek, hands her one as well.

“Alright,” Vanessa announces, straightening up and taking charge with natural ease. “Time to set the mood for the rest of the evening. Where’s the mic?” She puts her pack of ice on Sara’s head and saunters over to the entertainment system and takes the remote to browse through the song list.