There’s a Party Going On!

Bri leaned against the wall of fellow cheerleader Amelia Hilton’s house, sipping Grey Goose from her red solo cup and looking over the backyard (Amelia’s parents were fucking loaded, so her house was always where the parties took place). She was dressed in a hot pink skirt with a white sweater: simple enough to be casual but still cute and fashionable.

She watched as Eric Moss played ‘Fast Car’ on his acoustic guitar next to the bonfire, surrounded by a bunch of girls fawning over him. The basketballer prided himself on being artistic and sensitive. If Bri was being honest, he was an idiot, but god he was so hot and tall and fucking built.

“God, I want him inside of me so bad.” Chloe Mitchell piped up from beside her. Chloe is Bri’s best friend, and also a cheerleader, a role she was destined to have with how preppy and positive she was. She was known in school as a slut, but Bri knew the truth: Chloe just used sex as a method of connection due to being aromantic.

“You’ve had him inside of you.” Bri reasoned. “Just ask him again, he’ll say yes.”

“Nah. Repeats are more fun if they come onto me. It allows me to have more variety.”

Bri just hummed in response. She wasn’t sure she fully understood, but it made sense in Chloe’s special way.

“I’m gonna head back inside before he starts playing Wonderwall.” Bri joked, saying bye to Chloe and heading in to refill her drink.

Inside, the party was at its peak. Every square inch of the floor was filled with people badly dancing to some Top-40 song that Bri barely recognised. She squeezed through to the kitchen, filling up her cup with the first thing she got her hands on.

It suddenly occurred to her that she hadn’t seen her boyfriend in a hot minute. They had arrived together, but split off quickly, with Bri heading off with the cheerleaders and Christian with the basketballers. She headed back into the main room, surveying the partygoers. He should be easy to find, given he’s 6’ and distractingly hot, but there were no signs of him anywhere.

She spotted Jelena on the dance floor, dancing with her not-boyfriend Terrance Parks (Bri honestly had no idea where their relationship stood, despite knowing all of the information. In her opinion, Jelena should just commit, considering Terrance was kind, hot, allegedly great in bed and clearly wanted more).

“Hey, J! Have you seen Christian anywhere?” She said, shouting to be heard over the music.

“Not since you arrived.” She responded.

“I saw him head upstairs a while ago. Probably went to the bathroom.” Terrance chimed in helpfully.

She thanked them as she headed upstairs.

That unfortunately didn’t narrow it down, since there were so many fucking rooms in this house (and more than one was being used for fucking).

“Christian?” She called, wandering through the halls. “You up here?”

She was halted as she saw a door left slightly open, with moans coming from it. Far too drunk to make good decisions and more intrigued than she cared to admit, she decided to peek in after a minor debate in her head. She creeped the door open just enough to see in but not enough to be seen herself.

Inside the room, Keira Carson rode a cock Reverse Cowgirl. Keira was one of the few cheerleaders Bri didn’t get along with, though that wasn’t on her: Keira had always been jealous of her, and tried her best to start a rivalry between the two. Despite this, Bri couldn’t deny that she was beautiful.

Her long blonde hair was tousled and messy from the activity, her eyes scrunched shut and her mouth open, plump lips forming a perfect ‘O’. Her pale skin flushed red, and her petite yet perky tits bounced rapidly with her.

Bri’s eyes then fell on the cock she was riding. It seemed to be above average and was thick as hell. It reminded her for her boyfriend’s dick.

Good for her, Bri thought, before finally revealing the mystery man.

What. The. Fuck?!

What the fuck was her fucking boyfriend doing fucking this skank?!