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It's My Party

By: Softly



The party was my idea. I'm Helen Shore. It is a Halloween costume party with all thirty-five of the women wearing the same red Can-Can dresses, with long sleeves, high necks, short skirts fringed by fluffy crêpe. We all will have wigs, and red masks, so that the fellows will have no idea who they are dancing with. One of the husbands mentioned that he could identify his wife by the color of her eyes, so I purchased violet colored contacts for all the girls to wear. My two daughters will be there, along with ten of their girl friends, some married, some single. 

In addition, I have invited the normal crowd that I have over to the house for New Years evening. As a result we will have an interesting mix of people who don't all know each other. 

In my younger days, I was a Showgirl on Broadway. I love to party, dance, and flirt. I have kept my weight down to one hundred and twenty-two pounds, so my daughters, Cindy and Donna, and I all have an identical figure, even to the A-cup breasts.

All the women came early to be made up. Even with the lights on, it was impossible to tell who was who. For the party, the only lights that I am leaving on are slowly turning red, blue, and purple lights. There will be just enough light to dance by, find the bar, or your way to the bathroom. 

I have hired the band, "Hot, Hot Nights." I had heard them before. I love their great beat. It is similar to the "Mo-Town Sound." There is an open bar, and the food was catered. A sign, that I placed on the front door reads; 

"Gentlemen, the Ladies within are all French Harlots, who do not speak English. They are here for your entertainment."

After I taped the sign up, and it would only be seen by the men, I wrote in with pen, "None of the Ladies are wearing either bra or panties."

In fact, that was true. The girls had agreed to add spice to the party by knowing that nothing covered their pussies or contained their breasts. 

At my New Years eve party, Danny Bird had been dancing with me. I was pretty high. He reached down to playfully grab both cheeks of my ass. When he did, his hands went below my skirt, finding my ass bare. 

"Oh," he had said, as he led me down the hallway to a bedroom. In my walk-in closet, he lifted my left leg. His cock slid in me. His thrusts were hard up thrusts that almost took me off the foot that I was balancing on. It was so exciting. Danny and his wife, Joan, would be here tonight. I have to admit it, I want him to take me again. I know that he will want to. It will be interesting to see if he could find me, without my help. 

"Everyone ready?" I said, when the doorbell rang. Several girls giggled. Melissa Kern said in her sultry, low, sexy, voice, "Girls, you have my permission to flirt with my hubby, Terry, all night. If you do, by the time we get home, he will mount me in the foyer."

Cindy added, "I want to flirt with that Ken Spagnoletti. He is as editable as a "Chippendale." 

In walked Billy Johnson, Jim Peters, Art Morse, Brent Adams, Ken Spagnoletti, followed by Terry Kern. The party started. Terry Kern, twenty years my junior, thinking that I was one of the younger girls, took my hand, directing me to the dance floor. 

With subtle, smooth hand motions, as my rear precisely flowed to the rhythm, I showed him how a Broadway Baby could display her body. He knew that I was not Melissa, but that was all he knew. Between songs, I drew him close, resting my hip against his leg.

You may be wondering where my Charlie is at the moment. Charlie is a duck hunter. He is down in Louisiana for a weeks hunt. He is hunting. So am I. 

Out of the corner of my eye, I spied Joan and Danny Bird, as they arrived. Or, at least that is who I thought it was. She was dress like the rest of the women, a Can-Can dancer. He was dressed as Superman. In character, he had pants on that revealed a large bulge between his legs. I took Joan by the arm. After we were alone in the bathroom, I gave her a different wig, that was exactly like the rest of us were wearing, plus a pair of the contacts. Even Danny would not recognize her now.

Charlie had commented that he thought that Joan was at the point in their marriage, where she would fuck others, if somebody came on to her. I noticed from the jiggle of her tits as she walked over to the bar, that she was not wearing a bra under her costume. Her breasts were not big, but they are perky.

I watched Danny's eyes checking out the chests of the girls. The Shit was looking for small tits, thinking that if he found them, it would be me. That is what you expect from a man. Let him fuck you once, he will want it every time he sees you. I like that about a man! 

I will keep him waiting for my pussy. Let him simmer some. Terry held me close as a slow dance song was played. I pressed my chest to his. His hand slid down, giving him some very quick hand-to-ass contact. To be a Bitch, I slid my leg forward, gently rubbing across his cock. He froze. That was a first for that boy, I am sure. Following it up, I kissed him on the cheek. Then, without a word, turned, to go to the bar for a drink. That would give Terry food for lots of thoughts.

I drank down a "Screw Driver." Billy Johnson, following the rules that the women would not speak, took my arm to steer me to the dance floor. As we danced, I could not help smiling. The seduction was on. Danny Bird had one of the other women in a corner dancing very close to her. As we passed by them, I saw that his hand was under the woman's dress, feeling her ass to see if she was me. 

As we continued, Ken Spagnoletti appeared out of the slowly revolving light. I moved away from Billy, just for a moment. Grabbing Ken's arm, I pointed to Joan Bird. Ken let out a low, soft chuckle, as he nodded. Downing the last of his drink, he sauntered in her direction. I knew that Danny Bird's mind was on getting some pussy. If I didn't point someone her way, Joan might be in for a lonely evening. Perfect hostess, huh? 

A great "Jitter Bug" song started to play. I pulled on Billy's hand. He shook his head, No. No one seemed to be moving to the dance floor, so I grabbed the hand of one of the girls, while tilting my head towards the dance floor. From the way that she walked, I was pretty sure that it was my daughter, Cindy. I became sure as we begin to give the dance the "Shore" treatment, with moves that I knew, and had passed on to my daughters. Several guys clapped and cheered as we put on a show. When the tune ended, we stood panting. 

Danny Bird walked up behind Cindy. As he put his arm around her, he whispered to her, "Helen, you have given yourself away. No one else can dance like that." As he took her hand to lead her off into the dark, Cindy cast a glance my way, to acknowledge that we had him fooled completely. 

Art Morse took me in his arms, as the next dance started, before I had time to consider just what Danny would try to do with Cindy. My two Screw Drivers put a rosy hue on the fun that everyone seemed to be having. I looked in the corner past the table that held the food. Jim Peters had his back to the wall, with a girl in his arms. Her dress was hiked up in the rear. Jim's hands were plainly visible holding both cheeks of her fanny. Hmmm, that looks like fun, I thought.

Of all of the girls, Melissa Kern had the nicest breasts. For this evening, she intended to wear a tight bra to hide her bosoms, but when we all decided to go braless, she shrugged it off with the comment, "In the dark, no one will see them." Maybe not, but when dancing close, Brent Adams figured out who she was. He had seen one of the girls leading Terry Kern out the rear door into the dark back yard, so concluded that Terry would at least get some heavy petting, if not a good fuck. From her staggering gait, he knew that Melissa had consumed her share of the drinks. He pictured in his mind how she looked in a bathing suit. She was a little full in the hips. Even for her age, which he guessed to be twenty-nine, her tits hung down like an older woman. She has a tummy pod from the extra stretched skin from her pregnancy. But, and this was a big but, Melissa Kern reeked femininity, sexuality, and her eyes just seemed to beg you to go to bed with her. Damn, if you got down wind of her, the fragrance that she wore would drive you mad. Brent had flirted with her at several parties during the last three years. At least twenty times, he had got the three-dollar tit view when she bent over for something. When dancing with her, he had slid her hand along the underside of a tit, or let his hand slid down her ass. He went as far as he could with socially acceptable seduction. She didn't complain. In fact, several times, after brushing her tits or her ass, she would snuggle close to him after the dance, while whispering seductively in his ear. In so many words, how far would she let him go? 

What Brent did not know was that Melissa had a little secret. After two years of marriage, she had come to the conclusion that her husband was unable to father a child for her. Twenty thousand dollars for insemination was out of the question. It was now two and a half years since she had arranged for her first pregnancy. She had been in Denver for a four day teachers conference. She had taken to bed three different men. Who knows which one succeeded in fertilizing her, but her plan had worked. It was time for another child. She poured herself another strong drink. Smiling to herself, she watched Brent carefully. Her comment to the other girls earlier in the evening had produced exactly the result that she had hoped for. Her husband , Terry, is an attractive man. She was sure that it was one of the older married gals, that had fully understood her intent when she had said, "Girls, you have my permission to flirt with my husband, Terry, all night. By the time we get home, he will mount me in the foyer." Her message was-He is frisky girls-I don't mind if you fuck his brains out. 

At that moment, Terry had Penny Carling's red dress unzipped. They were kissing. His hands were on her breast, while her fingers gently traced his cock through his pants. 

His hand went between her legs. His finger split her crack. Confined in the back of Terry's van, he could smell her juices, her pungent woman smell, as well as the peanuts on her breath. She lay back. Terry's body nestled between her legs. She whispered, "Put it in me." Penny felt the warmth of his cock sliding slowly into her. "Oh Terry, I have wanted you to fuck me for ages."

Melissa took Brent's hand. She had decided that she would not waste any more time. She led him to the master bed room. Without stopping, she continued into the walk-in closet. Earlier in the evening she had found some blankets to lay on the floor. She lay on the blankets, with her dress pulled up above her waist. In the dark, Brent's hands felt her bare thighs, and then her exposed pussy. She heard his zipper being lowered. She was very wet. He ran his cock right into her. As she walked into the closet, she had noted the time on the Shore's clock. It read 11:32. She would remember that she was fertilized the first time that evening at 11:37. Sometime, she would tell Helen Shore that her closet was her breeding chamber. That was for later. To be sure of a "Take," she planned to fuck two or three others in the next four days. She lay there, motionless in the dark, as she was bred. A satisfied sigh escaped her lips as Brent pumped his first load of cum into her. She could smell his cum, as some of it leaked out from around his still plunging cock. Melissa liked being a woman.

Danny Bird had practically dragged Cindy around the corner of the house to a completely black section of the yard. Cindy did not know that her mother had fucked this man. She did not know of her mother's flirting with him. She had no idea that her Mother had all but said to him, "Y'all come to my party. We will fuck like we did before." Danny was convinced that she was, indeed, Helen. There had been no denial when He told her that she was Helen. Cindy found it all too exciting. Here she was, a real adult of twenty-five, being dragged by a forceful man of thirty-eight, who was, she was sure, going to want to give her some heavy petting. She laughed to herself thinking of her Mom. Is this what he planned to do to her? Feel her tits maybe? They stopped.

Danny kissed her full on the lips. His arms went around her. He leaned his weight on her. Cindy's knees bent as she was lowered onto her back. Danny's body was between her legs. She had forgotten, momentary, that she was naked under her dress, which was now well above her pussy. His right hand fumbled near her cunt for a few moments then he guided his cock to the slight slit in her pussy brush. Danny's mouth covered hers. His tongue was deep in her mouth. His cock was shoved up to the ball in her. His head lifted. He moaned as his ass pumped in high speed. "Oh, Helen he moaned out. Oh, I love to fuck you." 

Cindy's face was buried in his shoulder. Her ass was bucking as her insides tightened up in an orgasm. "Ohooo, Ohooo," she whispered as he picked up his frantic pace, to release himself in her.

"Aaaahhhaaaa" With ten hard pushes, his painful tight balls released his cum . They lay hardly moving for several minutes, in the dark. He stirred as he felt some hardness return to his cock. Soon, it was fully erect again. This time, he pumped on and off for twenty minutes before cumming in Cindy again.

When they regained their composure, Danny helped her to her feet. Her mask, still in place. As Cindy was walking back toward her rear door, she resolved to have a little talk with her Mother. A very private little talk.

Ken Spagnoleitti is one of those men that women turn to openly stare at as they pass him on the street. Several times, while sitting with other men in a restaurant, strange women have approached his table to announce that they are available for a date, and more. This was not lost on Joan Bird. Ken decided that Joan would be his conquest for the night. He was not really sure, since she did not say a word, who she was. But from the dance steps that she knew, plus more importantly, the dance steps that she did not know, and was eager to have him demonstrate to her, it was evident that she was Thirty-five or so, which was close to his age. He had observed some jiggling through the dress, so was confident that she had a figure worth his time to play with.

For her part, Joan had not been with a big, handsome, smooth man like this before. Danny had been among the missing for over an hour. Joan was sure that he was fucking someone. She had caught him doing that before.

At exactly midnight, everybody gave each other a big kiss, just like on New Years. She knew that Danny would return shortly. She broke the Women's silence. Whispering in his ear, she said, "I am very attracted to you. (Pause)Sexually. If you have somewhere we could meet, I could be with you from nine AM until four PM any Saturday or Sunday." 

"Saturday, at nine-thirty, meet me in front of "Sears" in the "Crabtree Mall." 

Joan kissed him softly on the cheek. "Treat me gently."

"I will."

I was about to open the door to the bathroom, when out of the bathroom came Danny. It was almost twelve-twenty. I was so horny. "I will meet you in the master bed room in five minutes," I hissed at him.

When a woman gives you those instruction, you get a move-on, even if you are as totally confused, as Danny Bird was, at that moment. The room was dark. Brent had left the walk-in closet. Melissa was laying there half naked. Hearing a movement in the room,Melissa, thinking that Brent was back whispered, "I'm in here. Fuck me some more." In the dark, Danny had to feel around for the woman that he had just heard. He lay on her. Nice set of tits, he thought, as he slid his cock into her pussy. 

This was too good to be true. In Cindy he had cum twice. He fucked Melissa with long sweeping strokes that gave the maximum yank and pull to his cock. 'Oh, Oh, Oohhhoooo, she screamed out as her third orgasm produced a heat in her body. 

The bedroom lights came on. I stood looking at Danny laying on Melissa Kern, with his cock still in her.

"What to hell are you doing?"

Danny replied, "What to hell do you think that I'm doing?"

I started to laugh hysterically. I knew that it was a really dumb question. Of all people, I knew exactly what he were doing, and why. "But, But, But," I sputtered, while bent over, between gasps of laughter. "It's My Party!"

I'm Softly

Only those that VOTE 5 will be invited to my next party.

It's My Party



It's My Party and I'll Cry If I Want To

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Wow, I'm turning the big four-oh and I think my wife is planning a surprise party for me. Brandi and I have been married for almost twenty of those forty years. We've enjoyed many of the finer things in life and a terrific life together. We're not over the top rich, but between my work as Vice-President of Marketing, and my investments, we don't really want for anything. We have a great home with four bedrooms and four-and-a-half baths. Our oldest Daughter, Marianne just left for her freshman year at the university, and her younger sister, Alicia is starting her Senior Year in High School. Both girls are great students. Marianne graduated in the top five percent of her class, and Alicia has a shot at being valedictorian if her grades hold up through her senior year. Our Family life has always been great, with lots of sharing and vacations as a family. 

Brandi has never complained about anything out of want. It has always been my goal to see that every one of her desires is met happily. Our sex life is pretty good for a couple who has been married as long as we have. There is rarely a week goes by without us hooking up at least three times, and on vacations usually every day. I am totally committed to monogamy as is Brandi. We have used many things to fulfill our fantasies, but we both agree we will never look outside each other to fulfill our sexual desires. We do use toys, videos, internet porn, and sexy talk about including other people in our sex play. The line has been drawn for both of us at the talking stage. We enjoy fantasies of three-ways or about Brandi fucking another man or me with another woman, but we both reassure each other that it is no more than private "sex-talk" between two loving people.

Now, about that "surprise" birthday party that I am sure is planned for this coming weekend. I really can't put a finger on any definite clues, its just the looks and giggles I hear behind my back from Brandi and Alicia, and the fact that Marianne will be coming home on Friday Night for the weekend after only three weeks in school. Brandi knows I don't really like to celebrate my birthdays, but she always does something and I am guessing that since this is my big four-oh that it will be a bigger deal than I will like. Rather than causing a fuss, or hurting feelings, I'll just go along with it and try to make the most of it. After All, Brandi's fortieth is only about thirty days away and I can make it pay-back time then because she really doesn't want anyone to know she'll be forty.

Brandi had finished the dishes and I was in the living room reading the newspaper. Alicia was up in her room studying, and Brandi came to sit next to me on the sofa. She said, "Jeffrey, I want to give you a very special birthday present this year. I am going to give you a "free pass" to live out any one of your sexual fantasies."

I looked at her questioningly saying, "Please tell me exactly what you are talking about?"

"Jeffrey, what I am saying is for you to pick any fantasy we've ever talked about, and let's live it out, no matter what it involves. For example, you might want to tie me up on the bed and paddle my behind until it is red, or maybe you want to have another woman join us in bed, or whatever you can imagine. It is a free pass good for one-time only."

I was a little stunned, but I replied, "Thanks for the offer, but I think we do fine already just the way things are now. I certainly don't want to live out a three-way or anything like that. I have no real desire for any woman other than you."

"Honey, it doesn't have to include another woman, it can be any of the things we've talked about but never done."

"Okay, Brandi, I'll think about it and let you know if I come up with any ideas." I already had a couple ideas running through my mind.

As the weekend approached, Brandi grabbed me as I came home from work on Thursday night and said, "We have the house to ourselves tonight, Alicia is gone to the Library to study, then she's going over to her friend Sally's house to spend the night since they are working on a science project together. So Let's have a little fun, okay?"

Well, I'm never one to turn down "a little fun" especially when we won't have to keep especially quiet. We quickly ate our dinner and put the dishes in the dishwasher, and hurried upstairs. I asked Brandi, "Did you have anything special in mind?"

She looked me in the eyes and said, "Yeah, I want to talk about your birthday present while we are just cuddling and kissing. Have you come up with anything yet?"

I winked at her and replied, "Actually, I have. But I'm not ready to tell you about it yet."

She smiled and said, "Oh, come on baby, give me a chance to get it ready for you."

Since my party was to be a surprise, I didn't want to spoil it be letting on that I knew about it, so I quickly devised a plan to make her squirm. "Okay, I guess it is better for you to know about it ahead of time. At exactly ten o'clock Saturday night I want you to come to me in the living room wearing nothing but your bikini bottoms. Then I want you to kiss me passionately and just see what happens next. Remember, exactly ten o'clock in the evening, no matter who is here, even if our daughters see you do it." I then watched her blush a bright red and look away from me.

Brandi was caught off-guard but tried to recover. "Oh, I couldn't do that in front of the girls."

I kept pressing, "So what you're telling me is that I can't have my present? Are you playing Indian Giver now?"

She knew she'd stepped in it but wasn't ready to tell me about the party yet, so she hesitated, then said, "Let me think about it, okay?"

I wasn't about to let her off easy, so I went right back on the attack, "Brandi, you offered me a present, and now you have to think about it? I thought we had a better relationship than that. Is there something you're not telling me?" I figured that would make her spill the beans about the party.

"Jeffrey, you know I wouldn't do anything and try to hide it from you. It just makes me a little nervous...Who knows just who might be here on a Saturday night. We haven't talked about our plans for that night, what if we decided to go out?"

She was now definitely on defense so I forged ahead, "Well, I thought it was my 'free pass' and I choose to be home on Saturday night. It doesn't matter to me who else is here, I just want to have you come to me in the living room without any clothes but you bikini bottoms." She knew we'd talked before about her being exposed in semi-public situations, so this fit her description of a 'free pass' perfectly, but she was hesitating, I'm sure because at ten o'clock Saturday evening the house should be full of party guests.

She was caught in a catch 22. If she didn't agree to the terms, she would be reneging on her present, and if she did agree, she'd be all but naked in front of dozens of our friends. Her only other option would be to cancel the party and just be at home alone with me on Saturday night. To me it didn't really matter, because as I said earlier, I'm not into celebrating my birthday in a party situation.

Maybe I should describe Brandi. She's 5'9", weighs about 125 pounds, has shoulder length brown hair with a few scattered blond highlights. Her tits are fabulous. They are full "b" cups with almost NO sag. Her areolas are dark pink and silver dollar sized with eraser type half-inch nipples that grow even longer when erect. She still could pass for late twenties. So, she has a lot to show off!

Finally, Brandi decided, as she answered me, "Okay Jeffrey, you are perfectly right. It is your present and if that is what you want, that is what you'll get! So, how long do I have to stay dressed like that?"

It was done. I had long had a fantasy of watching her show off to other people, and it usually came up that it was both men and women. So, if she continues with the party, that fantasy will be realized, and if she cancels the party, I'll just enjoy her! Then I thought, what if she changes the party to tomorrow night? Its just too late for that, so I felt assured that we'd have a public display of Brandi's exquisite body followed later by some really HOT love making. That would be a really GREAT birthday present.

I decided to push the envelope a little further, "Honey, I'll give you the rest of the directions Saturday night when you come to me at ten o'clock."

"What do you mean, 'the rest of the directions'? Isn't it enough just to have me in your arms nearly naked?" 

"You'll see, I have a couple of things in mind that follow along with my fantasy!" I am thinking it will happen in the middle of my Birthday Party and I'll make her serve some drinks, especially to couples, still topless. She'll get embarrassed, but it will turn her on too, and it will make our sex later even hotter if possible. 

"You have really raised my curiosity index about your plans Jeffrey, don't you want to share some of them with me now?"

I was more than content to leave them sit in her mind at this point. After all we were only talking about two days hence, and she needed a little time to worry about how to pull it off anyway. I just smiled at her and said, "You'll know what the time is right. Just remember, you were the one who insisted on giving me the free pass. Now that you've convinced me to accept it, I intend to enjoy it fully!"

Brandi just moaned a little but she knew that nothing I'd do would put her in any danger, but she also knew I loved to see her embarrassed and my request would certainly do that to her with a house full of friends and relatives. She also knew that it would be no big deal to our daughters since we'd spent many evenings as a family swimming nude in our private pool. There was absolutely nothing sexual about those times. We just had very little shame with each other as a family. Brandi and I never had any sexual contact other than kissing and hugging in front of the girls.

Friday at work was slow, so I decided to spend a little time setting up some surprises for Brandi at ten o'clock Saturday night. First, I called her brother and his wife and her sister and her husband and told them pretty much the whole story, including my 'free pass' and what I intended to do. They agreed to try to sort out the crowd and to heard the ones less likely to be embarrassed into the living room at about ten o'clock. They would tell the girls what was going to happen and let them decide if they wanted to be there to watch, or avoid the scene. As it turned out, both girls said they wouldn't miss it for the world and they'd lay it on thick to help with the embarrassment factor for Brandi. They both said she was the one who offered the 'free pass' and she should have to deal with it.

Friday night, I suggested we all go out for pizza as soon as Marianne arrived home from college at about six o'clock in the evening. It sounded like a good way to get some family time together. We really enjoyed the evening, and there was nothing mentioned about the next night. 

Saturday Morning we all slept in expecting a late night that night. We all had brunch with eggs, pancakes, bacon, sausage, bananas, strawberries, and coffee, at about eleven o'clock. We talked about the evening without mentioning the party (it was still a surprise as far as Brandi knew) or my 'free-pass' birthday present. We talked about going out to dinner at my favorite restaurant to celebrate my birthday. I think that was Brandi's way of getting me out of the house so the guests could all arrive and be hidden. As I thought about it, that was pretty dumb, because as soon as we came home and turned on our street, I would see all the cars and end the surprise, but whatever she wanted, I'd play along now. We had a great dinner, and the restaurant brought out a small birthday cake and all the wait staff came over to sing 'happy birthday' to me. Brandi paid the bill and we headed home with me driving. When we turned the corner, I was prepared to see dozens of cars on our street and I'd say something like "Someone must be having a party!"  You can imagine my surprise when I turned the corner and there was not a car in sight. Now I was puzzled.

Disappointedly I pulled in our driveway and hit the garage door button. As soon as I pulled in, I guessed that she'd called off the party and it would be plan b, and that was okay by me.

We entered through the pantry into the kitchen and into the living room. Brandi had me sit on the sofa and she brought me a drink. I had about two sips of the drink when she suggested we go into the family room and turn on the stereo and dance a little. That sounded good to me, so I got up and followed her with the girls right behind me. As soon as we stepped into the family room, the lights flashed on and about three dozen of our friends and relatives jumped up and shouted "Happy Birthday Jeff!"

How did she pull this one off? It turns out she hired a limo to shuttle people from the school lot a block away and had everyone in place before we arrived. So, there was an element of surprise after all. Actually, I was very pleased that she'd gone to so much trouble for my surprise. The evening went very well, as everyone was in a jovial mood, and many people were there who I wouldn't have expected, but was pleased to have them for my birthday celebration. At about nine o'clock, I tracked Brandi down to thank her for the celebration, and for all her work keeping everyone happy. Then I reminded her, "It's only an hour until your due in the living room!"

She blushed and asked, "Since we have a houseful of guests, can we wait until tomorrow for your 'free-pass?' I couldn't do that in front of all these people."

I knew she'd have to try to back out, but I just said, "A deal is a deal and a gift is a gift unless you didn't really mean it."

Her effort was half hearted, but she finally agreed to complete the request. Then she hit me with a good one, "Do I get a free-pass for my birthday next month? It'd be only fair, don't you agree?"

I was not really surprised at her question, I just didn't expect it until near her birthday, so I blew off the question saying, "Let's just concentrate on tonight before we talk about your birthday." 

She accepted that, but I could tell it wasn't over yet, and I was right as she said, "Won't you at least promise me the free-pass and we can discuss it later?"

She was hopeful of catching me at a weak moment, and it almost succeeded but I put the question off again and turned to talk to some of the guests. 

About nine-forty-five she came to me and said she was going to get ready for the ten o'clock showing. She turned and headed down the hall for our master suite. I wasn't exactly sure what would happen, but I wouldn't make her stay undressed for a long period, maybe fifteen minutes then I'd send her scurrying to cover up. The girls were doing a good job of getting around the house and interesting different people in the areas where they'd best fit in. By ten o'clock, there were only seven couples and two single guys in the living room in addition to the girls and me. I saw Brandi coming into the room dresses in a long silk robe, and as she got near me, she stopped and let it drop from her shoulders. She was a knockout! She had only the tiniest bikini bottoms on and not another stitch of clothing save her four inch heels. She stepped forward to me and kissed me deeply and ran her hands over my chest. She then pulled into me and swiveled around with her back to my face, backing into my body. She grabbed my hands and pulled them up to cradle her tits. The room was now very quiet. She turned her head to me and kissed me again, or really she poked her tongue in my mouth. The people were watching every move we made. She whispered, "Are you ready to slip back to our bedroom and ditch this crowd?"

Tempted, I was, but I had a couple cards to play yet. "No, it's time for you to play hostess some more and get these people some drinks."

She turned back to me and said, "I'll do that as soon as you agree to giving me my free-pass next month."

She was persistent, and I began to read something into her constant pushing for a 'free-pass' so I decided to see if I could learn something else about it. "Brandi, you are really pushing for this free-pass is there something you want to tell me about it and why you want it so desperately?"

"No, darling, I just thought it would be fun to exchange free-passes just one time."

"Brandi, we've been together too long for me to buy that. Lets go over and sit down for a minute on the couch so we can talk. Now, tell me what you have in mind for your free-pass. You have pushed too hard to get me to give you one, I know you know how you want to use it. Spill the beans now."

She knew I wasn't going to let up until she answered truthfully, so she said, "Jeffrey, I do have something in mind, and I'll tell you about it later, but I am still nearly naked and everyone is staring at us so let's just finish your free-pass and we can discus mine, okay?"

She hopped up and pulled me up and kissed me deeply again, then I told her to serve drinks to our guests for a few minutes. She looked sheepishly at me and went immediately to the nearest couple and asked what they were drinking. After asking three couples, she headed for the bar, fixed the drinks, and delivered them on a tray, smiling at each couple. Then she went over to the two single guys and asked them what they'd like, and one of them (she told me later) told her 'fresh breast milk'. She told him there was none of that available but he could touch and see. He immediately grabbed her tits and massaged them lightly then she stood in front of the other one and asked him if he wanted to inspect them too. He complied and bent over and licked her nipples gently. She looked at me and stuck out her tongue teasing me. Soon she had delivered drinks to several couples and I told her we could go back to the master suite and get her dressed now. She took my hand and led me back entered, and locked the door. She immediately kissed me again, then looked in my eyes and admitted the plan in offering me a free-pass was to get one in return. When I asked her, "How do you intend to use your free-pass?" She blushed and sat down on the bed.

"Jeffrey, Please let me tell my whole side before you interrupt me, okay? I nodded in agreement.

"I know we have always said we would never act out any of our fantasies in real life that included another person in sexual play. However, I have had some real urges of late from watching internet porn and reading some stories on various sites to experience either a three-way with another man and you or just to fuck another man with you watching or even without you watching if you wouldn't be comfortable with that. It would just be a one-time thing, something to satisfy my curiosity and my carnal desires for raw sex, then it would be over. There, that's it, now do I get my free-pass?"

I just looked at her for a minute, then got up and walked back out to the party. She didn't stop me, she knew better. I was sobbing, and Alicia saw me first asking me "Dad, what's the matter? This is your birthday party you're supposed to be happy!"

I looked at her and saw her mother in her eyes and just cried some more, then as I settled down, I told her, "Your mother wants to have sex with another man and wants my permission to do it."

"No Way! Mom wouldn't do that, you must have been mistaken. How much have you been drinking tonight?"

I looked at her and realized I shouldn't be piling this on the girls, and said, "Maybe I misunderstood, It's my birthday, and it's my party, and I'll cry if I want too."

Alicia looked at me and knew I had spoken the truth, she just took me in her arms and said, "Dad, there is no way! Marianne and I will stop her and get those thoughts out of her mind." Before I could stop her she had her sister by the arm and was leading her to the master suite.




It's My Party



I was not much in a mood for partying, but I decided to clean up my act, and try to act like I was having fun. After a few minutes, and another beer, and a lot of people congratulating me for my birthday, I began to come back among the living and tried to enjoy the party. By Midnight the crowd had thinned out, and there were only a few close friends left. Marianne had rejoined the few and came to me to comfort me. She whispered, "Dad, don't worry, by the time Alicia and I are through with her she will change her tune. She already knows how much she hurt you with the suggestion, and she will know soon that if she follows through with her desires she won't just lose you, she will lose us forever too. She may think she can do it and get away by keeping it a secret, but we will know. Actually, I hate to say this, but I have a suspicion that she's already either done it or has plans in the very near future to fuck some guy thinking it is acceptable." 

That was supposed to cheer me up, but all it did was confirm my suspicions and make me understand that it'll be very difficult, if possible at all for me to trust Brandi again. She crossed the line and it was somewhere when she suggested I might want to try a three-way with her and another woman. From there, it has progressed to an almost unlivable situation. Now I didn't know if I could even spend the night in the house. I needed to talk to Brandi, but even more, I needed to talk to the girls when they finished talking to their mother. I busied myself picking up dishes and glasses and letting the last few guests out. Some celebration! 

At about three o'clock am, I had most of the trash and all the paper goods out to the big cans in the garage and all the plates, glasses and silverware in the dishwasher. Alicia and Marianne came to the living room and found me crying on the couch. One sat on each side of me. Marianne said, "Well, there is definitely some good news. After a strong interrogation, we found out what brought all this on, Who she had in mind to fuck, and lastly, that it hasn't happened yet and is supposed to happen in two weeks. She had hoped to acquire a free-pass from you before that time, but planned to do it anyway when he came back in the country. She still thinks we are wrong about you leaving her if she does it and for some stupid reason believes she can still get your permission for a one-time thing. We assured her she was wrong, but she says she knows you better than we do. The real eye-opener for her was when Alicia and I looked her in the eye and told her flat-out that if she did this with or without your permission, she would NEVER see either of us again. She went on the offensive for a few minutes blaming us for trying to break up her happy marriage and family. We let her rant and rave long enough that even she realized how stupid she was sounding. She cried for a few minutes then pulled us in to her and said she was sorry, but she may have to carry out the plan anyway, and that she didn't believe us that we would really dessert her."

I took a minute to digest everything Marianne said, the I asked, "Is there more? Or is it time for the three of us to confront her?"

Alicia looked at me and said, "We need a plan."

I agreed and told them both that the plan was probably pretty well set now. It would depend somewhat on Brandi's attitude and responses, but I felt that our marriage was already over. I told the girls I would understand whatever they decided to do and would support them and their decisions regardless. I told them, "Girls, you both know I love you more than life itself. The situation with your mother and I is probably beyond repair. She has compromised our vows even if she hasn't committed physical adultery, it has happened in her mind and she rationalized it away. While I can forgive her for that, I cannot easily forget that, and it would be next to impossible to ever trust her again. To her credit, she did try to talk to me before she committed the physical act."

The girls hugged me and said they agreed with my thoughts but that they hoped that I would try talking it out with their mom. They also said they would not leave her forever as long as she didn't commit the physical act of adultery. I agreed with them, and told them I didn't want to separate them from either of us. We were both still their parents, and we both loved them very much.

The three of us went to the master suite. The door was locked. I knocked and told Brandi to let us in. She whined "Go Away!"

We tried again with all three of us asking her to open the door, and I believe it was Alicia's words that opened the door as she said, "Mommy, I know you can hear us, please open the door if you ever want to hear any of our voices again."

Cruel words from a child for a mother to hear, but they sunk in and we heard her say, "Just a minute and I'll open the door." After about three minutes, she unlocked and opened the door. She looked terrible.

She looked at me and rushed over to hug me, I simply stepped away and she fell to the floor. There were four chairs in the suite and a small game table. We all sat around the game table, and I was the first to speak, "Brandi, please don't get your hopes too high from this talk. My only goal here tonight is to see if there is any way I can keep from visiting the Divorce attorney on Monday. You have already broken our wedding vows..." 

She broke in saying, "NO, NO, NO I haven't slept with anyone, I didn't break our vows."

Then I reminded her of the part about forsaking ALL others and she cried some more.

I said, "When you planned to commit adultery, you forsook me, not others. That was effectively the end of our marriage. I doubt very seriously if it can be put back together, but I want you to answer some questions openly, honestly, and completely. If you do this, and the answers are acceptable, I will agree to counseling or whatever steps are necessary to try to rebuild the broken marriage. If you refuse to answer any of the questions or are not totally open and complete with your answers, I will walk out the door and never return. As you know, I don't own the house. We live here as a benefit of my employment, so you would have to leave immediately. I will do everything in my power to break you down just like you broke down our marriage. So, are you ready to answer some questions?"

Brandi looked at me with a shocked expression. Everything hadn't registered yet. She asked me to repeat what I'd just said, so I did, pretty much word for word. She then said, "Can I ask a couple questions first?"

"Of course, I want you to understand exactly what this means."

"Jeff, are you actually asking me to believe you'd leave me over one little indiscretion?"

"Well, Brandi, it sounds like you really don't want to do anything to save our marriage. One last time, will you do as I asked and answer the questions I have openly, honestly and completely?"

"Yes, I'll answer the damn questions. Why are you doing this to me? Didn't I give you a free-pass and carry out your fantasy?"

I looked at the girls then back at Brandi, and then Alicia jumped in saying, "Mom, you just don't get it. You need psychiatric help. Dad, please don't go on until we can get her the help she obviously needs. Dad, will you do that for our family? Just put off the questions and decisions until we can get her checked out by the doc, maybe there is even a physical imbalance that has caused her to lose sight of who she is and what she is doing. Will you do that for us Dad?"

She was right, this was NOT the Brandi we all knew and loved for nearly twenty years. I immediately agreed with Alicia and Marianne jumped in totally agreeing with us. 

I went to Brandi and took her in my arms saying, "Brandi, I don't like what has been said tonight, but our loving girls are seeing things more clearly than either of us. I will stay right here and work with you through whatever is causing you these problems. It is very obvious that you're not thinking clearly, and it very well could be a physical problem. We'll get you to Doc Marshall Monday morning and begin the check-ups. Is that okay with you?"

Brandi understood that something was wrong, but she was uncertain of anything. She just held on to me tightly then reached out for the girls and we all had a group hug. That night, we didn't make wild passionate love, but we did hug and kiss and gently touch each other until we fell asleep sometime after five o'clock in the morning. At about noon, we were awakened by the girls bringing us coffee and bagels to get us going. We spoke very little, but all day Brandi just stayed right with me wherever I went. Monday morning I called my secretary and told her I'd not be in today. Then I called Doc Marshall's office and they worked her in at ten o'clock. Doc Suggested a thorough physical with an internist would be the first step. To make a long story short, After much testing and a psychiatric evaluation, Brandi has a hormonal imbalance and was going through an early menopause. There were few other minor things like a serious yeast infection, and signs of the beginning stages of Type 2 Diabetes. 

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A few months down the road, Brandi was much more like her old self, but she wanted to talk to me. She told me that she still had urges about other men, and she wanted to talk about them with me so she could get through them. I suggested a marriage counselor who specialized in sex therapy. We went through six months of twice weekly meetings with her, sometimes together and sometimes individually. Brandi nor the therapist could never get a real grip on the problem until the therapist asked us together if we would consider a supervised sex session with Brandi and another man. They could do everything but vaginal or anal penetration. The therapist assured me we weren't going to get rid of this inner need of Brandi's without trying this. Finally, I agreed to try it, nothing else seemed to be working.

A week later, we went to the therapists office and the back room was set up for us. Brandi was told she would NOT meet the man before of after the session, and that she could do anything she wanted with him except take his penis in her vagina or rectum. She could give him oral sex to any stage of completion she desired. She could have him perform orally on her any way she wanted, and she would have six hours to enjoy the session, and she would be blindfolded the whole time. I would be able to watch the entire session. Brandi agreed to all of the conditions. 

As soon as Brandi was naked and comfortable in the bed, The nurse brought in her blindfold, and tied it snugly. It had a foam liner to completely block any chance for her to see anything. I signaled that I was ready. Shortly, the man entered Brandi's room. He began by kissing her nipples and sucking a little. She reached for him but he pushed her hands down. There was no rush to do anything. He kissed and licked every square inch of her body, all the way down to her toes. He took each toe in his mouth and licked and sucked on it. He licked the soles of her feet. He moved up to her neck and kissed softly around her neck and licked her ears softly. Brandi was moaning the whole time with pleasure. She tried again to reach out for him but again she was rebuked and her hands were pushed to her sides. The man then kissed down her chest and stomach, lingering at her belly button. Brandi squirmed at his lovely tongue caresses. She was soon lost in her fantasy realizing she was fulfilling it now! 

Brandi was in another world. Her mind had taken her away on a journey to self-fulfillment. The man continued his kisses and caresses. He moved back up to her tits and began sucking on one nipple and tweaking the other between his thumb and fingers. He sucked harder and began massaging that breast gently at first, then with a stronger massage. Brandi moaned as she felt her first orgasm begin to build just with him sucking and massaging her tits. She felt his knee slide between her legs forcing them apart. He moved his knee into her crotch and forced it against her clit. That's all it took for her to explode in orgasm. It lasted a good two minutes before she began to come down. As she relaxed, he moved his mouth down to her furry patch, separating the lips of her vagina with his tongue, he began an all-out oral assault on her womanhood. Within another few minutes, she was flailing around, groaning in orgasm again. This one was even stronger and it lasted over three minutes. She was wondering what the big deal was with intercourse anyway. She'd never cum that hard from being fucked. Now she really wanted to taste his manhood. She reached out and found his shaved cock. She was surprised, she'd never touched or seen a man who shaved his genitals. 

Brandi was in another world. She wondered where this world had been all her life? She was glad she had a lot of time left to enjoy this session. Brandi decided to do something she'd rarely done for Jeff. She'd take his cock all the way down her throat, and to top it off, when he came, she'd swallow it all. Jeff Had begged her for that for a long time, but she never felt comfortable enough to do it. Today was the day she'd finally find out how it was to swallow this man's cum. Then she thought, "Oh, Jeff is watching, what will he think?" Those were the first thoughts of her loving husband since the beginning of the session. 

I was really enjoying watching her arousal and climaxes. I hoped this session would put this behind Brandi and re-focus her on our marriage.

Brandi sucked his whole member down her throat. It was difficult, but she soon felt her mouth at the base of his shaved genitals. She pushed a little harder trying to get more in her throat. He grunted and groaned, and she could tell he was about to cum. She slid her mouth up toward the tip of his cock, then impaled her mouth on it again. He moaned loudly as his first squirt hit the back of her throat. She drank him in swallowing at every opportunity. He had six good squirts, then one small final one. She thought, "I wish Jeff would cum like that. I'd love to take his cum down my throat." Even she was amazed at that thought. The session went on for the full six hours. They had done everything from orally satisfying each other numerous times to doing everything they could with their fingers and hands. There had been no vaginal nor anal penetration with his cock, but they both examined every cavity on each other with tongue and fingers. She'd actually figured out how to do a prostate massage while blowing his cock. That was one of his wildest orgasms of the five he'd experienced in the six hours. 

They both just collapsed when the bell rang signaling the end of the session. The man quickly got up and left. Brandi just laid on the bed for a few minutes. The doctor came in and brought her a robe. She was given some juice to help re-hydrate herself after the marathon session. Soon she regained some strength and asked for Jeff. She was told he was waiting for her in the office. "Did he watch everything?" She asked.

Jeff saw absolutely everything and actually was very aroused. HE is not upset with you at all. He's waiting for you to talk about the session and what it meant for you. Are you ready to go sit with him?

As we all sat in the office, the therapist asked a few questions of both of us. She asked Brandi if the non-intercourse sex was fulfilling for her. I was asked for my reaction to the violent orgasms Brandi experienced. I talked of how much I loved seeing her really explode and enjoy the experience. Brandi was puzzled as to how I could enjoy it so much when I'd been so dead set against her involvement from the start.

I mentioned that watching her fully enjoy a sexual experience really aroused me too. The therapist then told Brandi that the whole session was taped and asked if she wanted to see some of her orgasms. Brandi was a little hesitant, but I saw where the therapist was going and encouraged her to watch herself. She commented, "Then I'll get to see the mystery man? I thought the idea was for me to never know who it was, or see the man."

The therapist replied, "That was the original thought, but your overall reaction has caused me to think that it would do you some good to see yourself in ecstasy. It should really help you understand your feelings. So what is it, do you want to watch a few selected clips? Later, if you want the whole thing, we'll give you a copy of the whole six hours."

Brandi thought a minute then replied, "I think I would like to see a few of the really good orgasms."

"Well, I'll get it set so just the two of you will be able to watch alone in here." The Therapist pushed the TV directly in front of us as the picture began to roll. The quality was excellent. The first scene showed the therapist putting the blindfold on Brandi, the next scene showed me in the room and Brandi commented that she didn't realize I was right there in the room with her. The next scene showed a close-up of Brandi's Chest and Face as her nipples were being teased with the man's hands. Then there was a close-up of her deep-throating the shaved cock. 

At this point, Brandi was enthralled as she saw herself impaling her mouth and throat with his cock. As he began to spurt the cum in her mouth, she giggled a little saying, "Jeff, when we get home, I want to try that on you."

Then the shot panned to her face as he was eating her pussy on one of her more explosive orgasms. You could see the utter joy in her expressions as she exploded with a violent orgasm. She commented, "Jeff, I really want to experience that with you, can we practice until we're perfect?"

Then came the revelation. The camera panned back to show the man. Brandi Gasped Loudly! "Jeff! What the?????" She grabbed my crotch and attacked my zipper, pulling out my freshly shaved cock. She smiled at me and I smiled at her. We went home and told the Alicia that everything was going to be okay. We pretty much told her the whole story. She was delighted. Alicia called Marianne and told her the exciting news. Brandi has no more desires to experience another man. When she gets a thought like that, she tells me about it and we find a way to come up with a new experience for just the two of us. We role play a lot, and we both have our eyes wide open knowing how easy it is to cross the line. We've had some unbelievable experiences together, and we continue to have sex in one form or another about three times a week. Even though I cried at my party, the end result brought us even closer together.



It's My Party



Copyright 2008, 2009 hammingbyrd7

Chapter 1.

Time:  Friday, December 21, 2018  4:05 PM EST, nine kilometers northeast of Burlington, Vermont

"Are you sure you know where you're going?"  Jada looked at the driver with only a tiny hope of getting her roommate to give up.  Once Emily had her mind latched on an idea, she had the tenacity of a Maine lobster holding onto it.

Emily pulled the car over to the side of the rough country road and squinted at the signs ahead of them.  The sun had been behind thick clouds most of the afternoon, but was finally making an appearance just when it wouldn't do much good.  It was ten minutes before sunset and the road surfaces were already in twilight shadows.  Only the upper half of the nearby pines and blue spruces were catching the day's brief golden light.

"Enjoy the sun while you can," said Jada.  "There's supposed to be a big snowstorm moving in tomorrow."

"Uh huh.  Not that big I heard…" mumbled Emily as she stared at her map.

"Emily, are we lost?"

Emily looked up from her map and gave a small sigh.  "Nope.  I know exactly where we are, right here…" pointing with her finger at the printout in her lap, "the intersection of Discovery and Lost Nation Roads."

"Marvelous!  I knew this place looked familiar!"  Jada replied with mild sarcasm.  They had spent the last twenty minutes making one and a half round trips down and back a short three kilometer run of Lost Nation Road.

Emily gave a dismissive grunt and started up the car again, pulling into a turnaround on the deserted road and making an easy U-turn.  "I'll go more slowly.  It's got to be here somewhere.  You watch the right, I'll watch the left."

"Oh, just drive.  I can watch both sides."

"Yeah, okay.  Any driveway at all not leading to a house, tell me to stop…"

"Right…"  Jada smiled at her friend as the car returned to the southeast.  The task of inspecting the now familiar road was boringly easy, and she began to reminisce about meeting her roommate at the beginning of the term.  Jada hated the thought of being prejudiced, but she was half convinced architecture students were an entirely different species from engineering students.

Jada's first year as a University of Vermont undergrad had been filled with two major commitments.  The first was serious study, spending many evenings working either at the campus libraries or at her desk in her quiet dorm room.   The second commitment was fulfilling her training and competition requirements for her partial scholarship.  Jada was an orphan, totally on her own and managing a scary package of student loans and a tenuous athletic scholarship.  She thought her five-year path to a Masters in Mechanical Engineering was very much dependent both on maintaining an excellent academic record and staying in excellent physical health.

At her dorm, Jada's freshman year was filled with quiet study, but this past term a large herd of architecture students had moved into her area and the character of the wing had changed completely.  Parties, loud music, boys wandering the halls at all hours, even during school nights; didn't these architecture students ever have to study?  Apparently not, but they paid the price as their term projects became due.

Jada smiled at the memory.  Candice, the freshman dorm queen of midnight gothic and heavy metal, had finally been shown the error of her ways.  A sophomore engineering student named Erica would pound on Candice's door almost nightly, complaining that the loud music was preventing her from sleeping.  And throughout the fall term, her pleas for quiet were ignored.

The moment for revenge had come two days ago at the end of the term when the architecture projects were due.  After a semester of partying, many of the freshman students suddenly realized just how much time it took to build a professional model.  A number of the students had waited until the last few days, and Jada was convinced several were using speed to stay awake to complete their work.

Late last Wednesday as midnight approached, Candice had walked out of her room exhausted, carrying almost a square meter of a very professional looking building design, due promptly at 8 AM the following morning.  It was a full layout complete with parking lots and landscaping and even tiny miniature trees artistically lining the access road.  She had created something quite beautiful, and she left the model on the floor outside her dorm room for the glue to dry, Awake for over forty hours, Candice returned to her room and collapsed upon her bed.

Ten minutes later Erica came out of the adjacent room, heading to the bathroom to brush her teeth, and what was in her way but the large landscape.  It would have been so easy to walk around it, but should she, after an entire term of pounding heavy metal?  No.  Boom, boom, crunch, crunch, it was just like Godzilla going through Tokyo.

Jada was awakened by a tremendous scream shortly before 1 AM.  Fearing someone was being raped or murdered, she grabbed her robe and dashed outside her room, only to discover a shocked, horrified and bewildered Candice staring at her 3-D model that was now in a completely 2-D state.

It was an act of pure revenge.  Erika had confessed to Jada the following day that she was the culprit.  Erika had no hope that Candice would take the hint and lower the volume on the stereo system.  Erika's action was one of pure revenge, plain and simple, and Candice currently had an incomplete in the course.  She would have to rebuild her project after she returned from Christmas vacation.

Emily's car reached the southern end of Lost Nation Road.  The connection to Route 15 was now just a few hundred meters away.  They could be back on campus in fifteen minutes.  Jada turned to her friend and smiled hopefully.  "Hungry?  I could make some lentil soup.  Maybe we could go see a movie afterwards.  I hear Flashpoint Seven is pretty good."

Emily frowned and looked at the clock.  "The posting said admission would be open until 5:22 PM.  We still have another hour to find the place."

"A strange time to turn away new guests, don't you think?  I mean, why not a simple 5:30 or something?"

Emily shrugged.  "I don't know."

Jada sighed.  "I think I do.  The winter solstice is at 5:22 PM today.  Hello winter!  The fact that they're supposedly locking the party doors at that exact moment is a tip-off this is all…  well, don't you find it really odd?"

"Oh Jada, have a little faith."

"Faith in what?  That there really is a party god?  Emily, get real!  And besides, it's getting dark."  Jada hoped Emily could hear the slight whine in her voice as she pointed through the window towards the east northeast.  "See that bright silver light on the horizon?  That's what we engineering types call the rise of the full moon.  Aren't you afraid of werewolves?  And more to the point, how are we going to find this place in the moonlight if we can't even see it in the daylight?!"

Emily's eyes lit up and she snapped her fingers.  "Exactly!  The castle's lights should be more visible in the dark!  Let's make the loop again and look through the trees for the lights of a large building."

"Uh…"  But Emily was already making another U-turn, and Jada didn't have the heart to argue the issue.  She settled back and began scanning the trees, occasionally glancing at Emily and smiling at her roommate's misplaced determination.

"Well, it's not as if I don't owe her a few favors," Jada thought.  Emily shared something in common with Jada.  They were both Jewish orphans, and Jada suspected that was why campus housing had asked her if she were willing to room with the first year undergrad.  But unlike Jada who had been abandoned, Emily's parents had been killed a year ago in a car accident.  She was now of legal age and on her own, but unlike Jada had almost a half million dollars in inheritance and life insurance benefits.

And during their first week together, Jada discovered Emily also had a heart of pure kindness.  "What's this?" Jada had asked, walking into her dorm at the beginning of the term and discovering a large pile of brand new textbooks on her desk.

"Oh, I was in the bookstore, getting my course books.  You should see the lines!"  Emily paused and added casually, "I thought I'd pick up yours too."  She turned away and started folding her wash.

Jada stared at the pile of mint condition books and picked up one.  "Yeah, these are my course books all right…  How did you know?"

"Oh, it wasn't hard…"

"Emily, you're very sweet, but I can't…"

"Sure you can.  It's not a big deal, just a few books."

"A few books?!  I know how much new books cost!  I can use the library.  That's what I did last year.  These I should return."

"You can't.  They're already marked up.  The bookstore won't accept them."

"Huh?"  Jada examined the pristine engineering text in her hand and then held the heavy book to her nose and sniffed.  "I don't think this book has been cracked open since it left the printers.  Marked where?"

Emily took the book from Jada's hands, opened the front cover and with her pen made a large checkmark at the top of the title page.  "Right here where I'm showing you with my pen.  Hey, stop that!"  Jada had given a soft cry and had Emily locked in a fierce hug.

Jada eyed her friend now as they started making their third round trip on Lost Nation Road.  What a joy getting to know Emily over the last four months.  She was now like a sister to Jada, and a shining counter-example to Jada's generally low opinion of architecture students.  They both shared a love of knowledge and learning, and in the past few months, Jada had come to appreciate that her roommate was also a first-rate visual mathematician.  Emily's only flaw perhaps, was that she sometimes seemed to have no understanding of the word caution.

A few favors indeed!  Books, clothes, meals, being invited on sightseeing trips during the beautiful Vermont fall.  It had been the happiest time in Jada's life.  And whenever she was feeling stressed, she would open her textbook and stare at the checkmark and remind herself that she was now loved.  No, Jada was definitely not going to fuss about this trip, even if her roommate was lost on a wild goose chase.  Lost Nation Road?  Hah!  The pranksters had probably picked the street just for its name.

"See anything yet?"

"Sure, lots of nice trees, and I'm pretty sure we passed a raccoon about a hundred meters back."

"Ja-dahhh…"

"Remind me again what this place is supposed to look like."

"A building as big as a castle.  It's part of a new shopping mall with a bunch of residential wings mixed in.  I've heard they've done some very innovative design work too.  There are lots of hexagonal themes in the architecture, should be interesting, don't you think?"

"Oh, I suppose…"

Emily could hear the skepticism in Jada's voice.  She gave a quiet sigh.  "I know you think this is all a joke, but the building is real.  You must have heard of it, Castle Commonwealth?"

Jada leaned back in her car seat and sighed, glad to be in the warm car and not the frigid air outside.  "A little maybe, not really."

"Come on Jada, the construction has been going on for years, big bucks too, really serious money.  The place is supposed to be enormous."

"Oh yeah?  How big?"

"Uh…  I'm not sure I ever heard a specific number.  But really huge, vast, going far north where the great fires were.  The mall is the cornerstone of the area's recovery plan."  Emily was referring to a horrific arson attack that had occurred several years previously.

"Uh huh," her roommate finally replied, "And you heard Kappa Alpha picked this site for their frat house?"

"Yep, in the posting this morning.  That's where the invitation said to go."

"Earlier I mean."

There was a pause.  "No, not earlier."

"Which proves this is all a joke."

"It proves no such thing.  The building is real, therefore its access road must be real too.  We're just missing it somehow."

Jada gave a quick derisive laugh.  "Lost Nation as an access road to a big mall?!"

"Well, okay.  You've got me there.  I think we're looking for a short cut."

"Oh, I don't know Emily.  The school is almost deserted.  This is a crazy time to throw a party."

"No it's not.  It's a Friday night, Christmas break is here, and there are still lots of students on campus."

"Yeah, right."  Jada's mind jumped to how deserted their dorm seemed when they left an hour ago.

"Jada, if the fraternity wants to throw a party now, why not?  It's not just me.  Other people have seen the postings."

"The guys' dorms too?"

"Heck, how am I supposed to know that?  Maybe not, but why would the fraternity brothers invite guys anyway?  Do you think they're looking for pledges?"

Jada laughed good naturedly.  "I don't think this fraternity even exists!"

"Oh, it's here somewhere."

"Kind of far from school, don't you think?"

"It's not that far.  And look how pretty it is here…"  They drove the rest of the way in silence.  It was almost 4:30 PM by the time they reached Discovery Road again.  The sky's gray twilight was fading rapidly.

Jada looked at the dim intersection and smiled at her roommate.  "Like coming home to an old friend."  She paused for a moment and took genuine pity on Emily's distress.  "You don't suppose it could be north of here, do you?"

Emily frowned.  "No.  The invitation said south of Discovery Road."

"Don't you think it's diagnostic that we've seen no other cars trying to find this place?"

"Not really.  The invitation recommended that people find parking between 1:00 and 1:30, and that the party would start before 2 PM.  We're very late."  Emily stretched and thought for a moment, her fingertips idly drumming on the steering wheel.  "I suppose we could try to find a house and ask."

A thin rolling band of clouds began to cover the moon on the horizon, and the dark isolation made Jada shiver.  "Oh Emily, in a few more minutes, it's going to be pitch black out here.  Do you really want to do that?"  She hoped Emily would hear the worry in her voice.

There was a long pause as Jada's concern finally got through to Emily.  "No, I suppose not.  Okay.  You still interested in Flashpoint Seven?"

"Sure!"

Emily nodded and made yet another U-turn and began her final trip down Lost Nation Road.

They had only traveled a minute when Emily noticed another car behind them about a hundred meters back, the first car she had seen since they left Route 15.  She watched the car for a short while in her side mirror as she drove back to campus, and then gave a small gasp as the car disappeared.  "Huh?!" she exclaimed as she braked the car suddenly.

"Emily, what?"

The car behind us, it just made a left turn!"

"So?"

"Left turn Jada, left turn! Towards the lake area!  There were no houses on the left!  Where the hell did it go?"  In the gathering darkness, Emily carefully turned around and headed back.  A few minutes later she stopped before a narrow path.  "Well, it makes sense.  This is the direction towards the open areas.  But how did we miss this, six times in a row?"

"Well, the very last time we weren't looking, but yeah…"  Jada examined the trees lit by the headlights for a long moment.  "It's an optical illusion.  The trees further back are bigger, right where the road curves.  It makes them look closer.  In the daylight, I bet this road is almost invisible...  I guess…"  Somehow the explanation didn't seem quite right, and something else was bothering her too.  The road was dirt and very narrow.  Their small car would be scraping pine branches on both sides.  "Emily, this can't be a road to a shopping mall!"

"The mall isn't open yet.  Construction access is temporary, further north, through some private land."

"Where did you hear that?"

"Uh…  I forget.  In the newspapers I think.  Jada, I've been here four months.  You have a full year on me.  You say you never heard of Castle Commonwealth?  There are articles about it all the time."

Jada shook her head.  "Oh, I might have heard something I guess.  But it was completely outside of my… areas of interest.  Before you, I hadn't been to a mall since high school."  Jada raised her eyebrows as Emily started to approach the path.  "You sure you want to try this?"

"Yeah, I'm sure.  This is it.  And it doesn't have to go to the mall itself, just to the frat house."  Emily nosed her car to the start of the narrow path.  "I'll be careful.  And we can always back out."  She switched on her high beams and entered the forest.

Chapter 2.

After the first minute of following the forest path, Jada didn't know whether she wanted to laugh or cry.  But she finally decided didn't want to disturb Emily's intense concentration, so she kept silent.  The road was a nightmare, numerous tight curves often hidden by the overlapping pine branches.  The surface directly underneath them was hard-packed and dry, but there were deep ravines everywhere along the sides, often less than a meter away from the wheels.  If they drove into one, it would take a tow truck to pull them out, and a no tow truck could ever make it in here.  Emily drove silently, her hands gripping the wheel with white knuckles as she inched her way forward.

Jada had a horrible premonition of the road abruptly ending with no place to turn around.  Their only solution would be for Jada to stand outside in the cold Vermont night and try to talk Emily through the turns as she backed up.  It would be a miserable, bone-chilling job, and in the dim light of the backup lights, their two-minute trip into the forest would take hours to unravel.

But then there was a final sharp turn and they were out of the pine trees.  They both made soft unconscious moans at the release of the tension.  Before them appeared a modest overflow parking lot.  It was full of cars, and beyond that an enormous building loomed in the darkness.  The impression of a vast castle was very strong.  It was the theme of the mall.

"See any place to park?" asked Emily.  She guessed the lot held about thirty cars, perhaps a few more, and it was packed.

"It's not very well lit.  Nothing over here though…"  Jada looked to the left and right.  There appeared to be acres of parking nearby, but the areas were on the other side of temporary chain-link fences.  She finally turned and pointed behind her.  "How about over there?  You might be able to park on the grass."

"Yeah."  Emily drove over to a small grassy area near where they exited the forest and shut off the car.  She sighed and then shuddered from the harrowing experience of the drive through the pine trees.  "Jada," she said quietly, "I rely on you to be the better part of my decision making.  Why didn't you talk me out of this?"

"Uh…  I tried to, a little."

"Why not more?"

Jada took the question seriously and thought for a moment.  "I don't know.  I guess I was like you, curious."

"Hmmm."  Emily's face relaxed as she accepted the explanation.  "Well, anyway, we're here."  She looked at the clock and smiled.  "… with time to spare."

Jada couldn't help but grin as she got out of the car.  She took a deep breath, savoring the coldness of the frosty air.  "Well, we're not there yet.  You still want to party?  We can get back in the car be on Lost Nation Road in a few minutes."

Emily closed her door and locked the car with her remote.  "Heck no!  We've come this far.  Let's check it out!"  It was the answer Jada was expecting, and the two women walked across the dark lot and towards the imposing building.

There was a short row of glass doors next to the parking lot, with an arc of portable lights out in front.  It looked like a typical back entrance to a mall.  The only distinguishing feature was the wall above the doors.  The area had been decorated to look like a drawbridge.  It looked like an obvious fake, but Jada hoped maybe they weren't finished with the artwork yet.  




It's My Party



One of the doors had several additional portable lights by it, and instructions for how to proceed to Kappa Alpha.  Jada tried the heavy glass door and was somewhat surprised to find it unlocked.  Kappa Alpha might still be a hoax, but if so the pranksters had somehow procured access to the unfinished mall.

Following the directions, Emily and Jada began to follow a winding path, picking up new directions at each leg of the journey.  After the first ten minutes, Jada had the impression they were playing a childish game of treasure map through endless corridors.  Their walk was full of twisty turns traversing shopping areas and several eating pavilions, one with a great hexagonal food court with a spiraling motif in the floor.  Jada thought most of the design work was okay, and occasionally the novelty was interesting.   A few things though looked rather gaudy.

As their journey progressed, they came to other areas that were obviously going to be residential.  There were slanting rows of apartments with a modest pool and tennis courts nearby.  They walked down one row and then seemed to backtrack half the distance on another.   Their path was becoming so convoluted, Jada began to suspect it was intentionally complex.

They both shivered in their coats as they walked through the unheated corridors.  It seemed colder inside than it was out.  And the moon was shining brightly again.  Jada saw dim images of a great exterior hexagonal courtyard in the silver light, overlooked by what would be future garden condominiums adjacent to a food mart.   It looked like it would be a convenient place to live.  Perhaps having a frat house here was actually possible.

Jada was amazed they were able to walk through all the unfinished areas unchallenged, but except for the lit signs guiding their way, the place seemed deserted, and the smell of heavy construction was everywhere.

Eventually their path took them back to a commercial shopping area.  Jada guessed the mall was months away from opening.  Most of the stores they had passed were empty shells with bare concrete for floors and walls, and the few shops that did have shelves and their signage up were devoid of merchandise.   And they often saw staircases that were roughly poured in concrete but still unfinished.

In the final part of their journey, they took a stairwell two levels below ground to what looked like a very long and poorly lit maintenance tunnel.  In the far distance they could see a much brighter light.  As they walked the tunnel, Jada began to feel uneasy and debated whether to voice her concerns to Emily.  She finally decided to wait until they reached the far light.  She coughed and realized her throat felt very dry, and she mentioned the fact to Emily.

"Yeah?  Mine too.  I just noticed it.  I could really use something to drink."

At last they came to their first indication of hospitality, several tables with lights and a large selection of refreshments.  Their trail ended in a small room with the tables to the right of a single elevator.  The room was at the top of a T intersection, with new corridors running left and right into the distance.  There was also a steel door to the left of the elevator which Jada assumed was a stairwell.  The underground room felt very drab, with damp air and an almost freezing temperature.  All the walls and floor and ceiling were made of simple concrete.

On the lit tables were plastic cups and all sorts of cold sodas and hot drinks in electric urns.  There was also a large sign that read, "Have a drink, choose an access code, enter a party before expiration.  Kappa Alpha."  Jada noticed a large trash can nearby nearly overflowing with used cups.

Emily smiled happily and gloated as she grabbed a new cup and poured herself a large drink from one of the urns.  "Oh yee of little faith.  Hot chocolate too, my favorite!"

Jada raised her eyebrows.  "I admit it.  I'm shocked we've gotten this far.  But I still don't hear any music.  This place is as silent as a tomb."

"So what?  We're below ground now.  The party must be upstairs.  Hey!  This hot chocolate is delicious!  Try some."

Jada shook her head in disbelief as she looked back at the bare tunnel.  She couldn't shake the feeling of being vulnerable.  She walked to the left of the elevator and tried the door.  It was unlocked and did indeed lead to stairs heading up, but the stairwell was completely dark.  Jada shivered in the damp air and let the door close by itself.  "Emily, it's creepy down here."  

"Well, we'll be leaving soon.  Hang on."  Emily looked at a clock embedded in the frame surrounding the elevator.  It had a double digital readout, and the first white number was 17:08:02 and counting upward, the green number beneath it was 00:14:07 and counting downward.  There was also a small notice below the clocks stating that the maximum capacity of the elevator was eighteen people.

Emily glanced at her watch and thought the time was accurate.  It had taken them a half hour to walk here from the parking lot.  It was over two kilometers of walking, but they appeared to have made their goal with a little time to spare.  She smiled happily and poured a second hot chocolate and handed it to Jada.

Jada took a sip and frowned.  "Yuck.  It tastes like metal."

"What?  Mine doesn't."  Emily grabbed Jada's cup and took a long, slow sip.  She shook her head.

"You don't taste it?"

"It tastes like dark chocolate.  I love it."  Emily handed the cup back to Jada.

Jada plucked a cube from an ice bucket to rinse out her mouth.  She sucked for a few seconds and then spat the cube into her cup.  "Oh hell!  I think it's in the ice too."  Preoccupied with her drink, she failed to notice the elevator control light flicker on.

Emily picked up another cube from the same bucket, licked it lightly, and then crunched and ate it.  "Jada, are you playing with me?"

"No, I swear.  There's a salty metallic taste.  Maybe it's faint but it's there."

"Oh Jada, it's just the tap water."  Emily returned to reading their latest instructions.  "There seem to be six party themes.  They're all disco oldies.  We get to choose which party we like."

"Yeah?  How strange."  Jada looked at the selection list.  1) It's My Party  2) Great Balls of Fire,  3) House of the Rising Sun  4) I Can See Clearly Now,  5) In the Year 2525, and  6) Stairway to Heaven.  "This is ridiculous!" she said turning to Emily and laughing.

Emily was grinning too.  "Wow, I haven't heard Zager and Evans sing that chestnut since junior high."

"Yeah well, 2525 is the only one I don't like.  Pick something else."  Jada studied the instructions for a moment, muttering to herself.  "This is so absurd!  Twenty-character access codes to ride in an elevator?!"

"And where do we enter them?" Emily muttered back.  There was only the single lit button recessed in the wall, and Emily pushed it.  The elevator door obediently slid open and she entered.  It was a cavernous elevator obviously designed of holding large freight, almost three meters wide by four meters deep.  Emily thought it was capable of holding eighteen people easily.  "In here!" she called out.

Jada entered the elevator and saw a small keyboard protruding from the wall on her left.  There were absolutely no other controls inside the elevator, and the setup was so odd that the lack of an emergency call system and fireman's override went unnoticed.  Jada idly typed randomly on the keyboard, filling a one-line display with characters until she stuck her twentieth key, at which time the keyboard gave an angry beep and the display reset to empty.  "Is this some kind of joke?" she wondered.

Emily walked outside the elevator and after a moment called out, "Type C V 5 W…"

"What?"

"I'm giving you the access code for It's My Party."

"You actually want to try this?" Jada called back as a silent fleeting thought crossed her mind.  "What the hell are we getting into?"

"Sure!"

"Emily…"  A second fleeting thought and shiver: "This is so incredibly absurd!"

"Come on Jada!  C V 5 W…"

A third and final fleeting thought:  "Oh, what could possibly happen?  Just do it."  Jada typed and called back, "Entered C V 5 W."

" B H D Y…"

"What do you want to bet all six codes go to the same place?"

"We're running out of time!   B H D Y..."

"Entered B H D Y.  And that place is right here.  The elevator doesn't move."

"S Z 9 K…"

"This is so stupid…  Entered S C 9 K."

"What?!  The second letter, did you say Z or C?"

"I typed C as in cat."

"It should have been a Z as in zebra."

"Emily, there's no backspace on this keyboard."

Emily glanced at the green display counting down to zero and grunted.  "Come on Jada!  Just type in garbage and start over!  C V 5 W…."

On a hunch Jada tried a blue key at the far left of the keyboard and saw all her previous typing disappear.  She was finding it very hard not to laugh.  "Let's forget the elevator.  How about we try walking up the Stairway to Heaven instead?  We could use your cell phone for a light."

"Jada!  C V 5 W!"

A moment later Emily entered the elevator as Jada typed in the last four keys of a correct code.  The elevator door closed silently behind them.  The small display started flashing two blue sets of numbers, a static 037:110 and what appeared to be a time index of 00:03:28 that was counting down in one-second intervals.

"Oww," cried Jada.  "I'm feeling a headache, really painful.  What the hell is happening?!"  She stumbled, almost spilling her drink and looking as if she wanted to lie on the floor.  The pain was so intense she dimly wondered if she would vomit.  It was a terrible and uniquely tearing pain, as if her mind were being pulled apart from the inside.

Emily petted on friend in compassion and then held her to keep her from falling.  "You want me to help you sit down?"

"I want this pain to end!  Oww!"

"Try taking a drink!"

Jada did what her friend suggested, taking a big gulp before remembering that she didn't like the taste.  The effect was immediate and profound.  Within seconds all of her pain disappeared.

"You look like you're feeling better?"

Jada blinked at her friend and then stared at the cup in her hands.  "I feel fine.  No pain at all.  That was so randomly bizarre.  How did you know I should drink?"

"I feel it too, a slight decrease in pressure.  I think the elevator is rising."

"What?!"  Jada looked at her friend totally bewildered.  "It didn't feel like ear pressure."

"Huh?  It didn't?"

"No, not at all.  Emily, what the hell is going on?!"

Emily looked very confused and shrugged.  "I was always pretty good at sensing pressure changes.  I think we're rising, a lot too."

"But that's impossible.  Emily, this is a shopping mall, not a skyscraper."

There was a long moment of silence.  "Yeah, I know.  Well, what do you think the elevator is doing?"

It was Jada's turn to consider.  The sensation of movement was subtle, a vague feeling of motion without any mechanical vibration.  "If I had to guess, I think we're heading down, very slowly.  And…  Oh, this is so absurd.  I've also have this feeling of great speed at the same time.  Don't ask me to explain it.  It's just a…  Do you feel any vibrations?  I don't."

Emily shook her head.  "No, and we're not going down.  We were underground already.  We can't be going down.  Besides, my ears don't lie."

"Oh Emily, I know you're not lying.  But maybe your ears are being deceived.  Why did we ever get into this trap?!"  Jada looked around critically, for the first time awakening to the possibility of danger.

"This setup is ridiculous!  There are no safety features at all.  Look at this thing!  No phone, no emergency stop button.  My gosh, look at the ceiling!  And the floor!"  The floor looked like a single piece of polished stone, and the ceiling was one smooth steel plate with dimples for the white diodes.  "There's no escape hatch!  Who would ever build something like this?!"

"Do you think this elevator is a prank?"

The question brought Jada up short.  "I hadn't thought of that."  She looked around for a moment and considered.  "There's absolutely nothing amateurish about its construction.    Look how the keyboard flows out of the wall.  It's a beautifully integrated design.  Could a bunch of frat boys build something like this?"

Emily ran her hand across the wall and door.  The interior cage was rock solid, huge, and seemed to be constructed of several different alloys of burnished metal.  The net effect was one of unique power and beauty.  "No.  This elevator is no hack job.  I don't understand…"

"Neither do I.  It's beautiful precision engineering but without safety features."

Emily grimaced.  "Which should be impossible!  Nobody builds like this!  How could we have been so stupid?"

Jada thought for a moment and remembered something from her one elective course this term.  It covered the history of science.  "I think it's our culture.  We rely on technology for everything.  We've learned to trust it, and our trust has become blind.  We never saw the danger.  If Vermont Power & Light has a blackout right now, we'll be in really serious trouble.  Nobody even knows we're down here."

 "Oh, don't go there.  Jada, when we leave the party, we'll take another way back to my car, okay?"

"Absolutely.  We'll take the stairs."  There was nothing else to do but wait, and the wait wasn't long.  After a short period of time, the counter reached zero and the two women jumped when the side wall opposite the keyboard began to slide open.

Chapter 3.

Jada and Emily were somewhat amazed to see a normal-looking party before them.  People were chatting spread out over a very comfortable and well appointed lounge area.  The area was pleasantly heated and very spacious, and the two women gladly took off their coats.

Jada guessed the lounge to be about 240 square meters in area.  It had very square proportions except for two slightly beveled corners on the wall containing the elevator.  Jada turned around and studied the elevator as its door closed.  Exiting 90 degrees from the direction they had entered surprised her greatly.  She had been in numerous elevators in her life which opened on both ends, but never one like this.  Facing the elevator, she also noticed a door to its left.  Jada assumed it would lead to the stairwell she saw in the basement.

Jada turned around again and joined Emily in examining the room and the party.  It looked like a very nice place.  There were generous four-meter ceilings in the lounge and also in a huge kitchen area further on.  Jada took a few steps and paused.  She felt a bit light on her feet, a little out of balance.  She took another few steps and sensed her body adjusting.  After a moment everything seemed fine.  Jada shrugged and thought it night be an aftereffect of the strange and terrible pain.

Meanwhile Emily had done a quick headcount and was standing there frowning.  There were a lot fewer people here than she had been expecting.  Besides Jada and herself, there were perhaps a dozen women and only three guys, with everyone looking about undergraduate age.  She sighed in disappointment and examined the room again.  There was some soft disco music coming from an impressive sound system along the wall behind them, and a very expansive buffet was laid out on their right alongside a long bank of dark windows.  The food smelled enticing, enough to make Emily feel hungry.

A handsome young guy noticed the new arrivals and came over to greet them.  "Welcome to Kappa Alpha land.  I'm Mark."

Jada had a good first impression of the man.  He was polite, very good looking, tall, and most importantly his eyes were both cheerful and respectful.  Jada nodded at him but felt compelled to complain.  "Thanks for having us.  I'm Jada and this is my roommate Emily.  Mark, we really have to mention your idea of an elevator is horrible."

Mark raised his eyebrows.  "Oh sorry!  I didn't mean to deceive you.  I'm not from Kappa Alpha.  We just got here ten minutes ago.  Are you that car that pulled in behind us?"

Emily cocked her head.  "Uh huh.  Us?"

Mark turned to Emily.  "I came with my younger sister and two of her friends.  They're all seniors at BHS."  Mark turned back to Jada and gave her a long, curious look.  "Do I know you from somewhere?"

Jada laughed.  "Oh, I've heard that pickup line before!"  She was surprised to see Mark give a genuine blush.

Emily spoke up, coming to Mark's rescue.  "BHS?"

"Uh, yeah, Burlington High School.  And I agree with you, that elevator is one weird piece of work."

Emily nodded and then recognized a couple of her classmates getting seconds from the buffet.  She excused herself and wandered over to say hello.  Three other young women came by and said brief hellos to Jada but seemed more interested in the elevator.  Mark filled Jada in.  "We were just having a discussion when you arrived, what would happen when the countdown hits zero.  This is my sister Madison, and her friends Ashley and Hannah."

"I'm betting the boys of Kappa Alpha finally appear," said Madison.  "We've been asking around.  Everyone here is a visitor.  No one has seen a host yet."

"Really?" replied Jada.  "That sounds so odd."  She turned and looked back at the elevator.  In the frame was a triple digital display, somewhat similar to what was in the basement below.  The white number was now registering 17:20:35, the green number 00:01:34, and there was also a static blue number registering 037:112.

Jada felt a shiver as she watched the green number count down.  She had the weirdest feeling her last chance to escape was somehow slipping away.  She looked at Madison.  "Well, we'll find out soon enough.  So you think we'll meet our hosts, huh?"

Ashley piped up.  "My guess all the lights will go out and we find out how haunted this"

"Oh, knock it off Ashley!  I don't want to hear it!"

Jada turned to Hannah.  "You're worried?"

Hannah blushed.  "Just a little.  That elevator ride was creepy!"

Jada nodded sympathetically.  "Yeah, it really was."

They waited around for another minute, watching the final seconds expire.  Zero hour was a bit of a disappointment.  The only visible change was that the green number changed to red and remained a static 00:00:00.  Curious to see what would happen, Jada pushed the button to open the elevator and it opened immediately.  After stepping inside, she tried the keyboard console and found it was without power.  Suddenly feeling nervous she quickly left the enclosed space.  A few seconds later the door silently slid closed.

They chatted for a few minutes and then headed over to the buffet.  The food selections were fabulous, fresh shrimp and lobster, chicken and prime rib, and an unusual seafood entrée that tasted somewhat like a scallop but was the size and color of a golden pancake.  There were also platters offering a great variety of tasty vegetables and delicate sauces.  Jada and her new acquaintances loaded up their plates and sat down, and then enjoyed their meal so much little was said until they were finished eating.  After a bit of persuasion by Madison, she and her two friends began busing a large pile of used dishes into the nearly kitchen.

"That was remarkable," Jada finally commented.

Mark nodded and looked up fondly from his empty plate.  "Yes, exceptional.  Madison and I spend summer vacations in Europe with our parents.  We've eaten at The Fat Duck in Berkshire, El Bulli in Spain, Pierre Gagnaire and the Guy Savoy in Paris, nothing was ever better than this."

"Really?  But who could cater something like this here?"

"I don't think this was catered.  Look at these serving trays.  See the Kappa Alpha logo?  I think the trays all came from the frat's kitchen."  Mark thought for a moment.  "Maybe Kappa Alpha has a world-class culinary prodigy."  He blinked his eyes.  "And that large golden scallop, I've never tasted anything like it.  Fabulous stuff."




It's My Party



Jada laughed.  "I know nothing of gourmet food!  I agree, the dinner was great and redeems the frat from their horrid elevator.  But I was commenting on the fact that your sister persuaded her friends to help clean up."

Mark smiled and shrugged.  "Well, our parents taught us to be considerate.  I feel like helping out myself."  Mark looked around at the lounge.  "Wow.  This place is a real mystery."

Jada studied their sofa for a moment and nodded.  "Is this genuine leather?  It looks very expensive."

"Yeah, and not just the sofa.  Look at this place!  It's a beautiful palace, not at all what I was expecting from a frat house.  And the fact that no one from the frat is here…"

"Yes, it really is bizarre, isn't it?  Aren't they worried some uncouth guests will start trashing the place?"  Jada paused for a moment, her hand on the sofa idly stroking the soft luxuriant surface.  "Were you serious about helping to clean up?"

"Sure."  A moment later they joined the clean-up crew in the kitchen.

In its own way, the kitchen was just as opulent as the lounge room, though half the size.  Like the party room, the kitchen ran the full width of the building, Jada guessed about sixteen meters, and its depth was about eight meters.   On both of the long ends of the kitchen were pleasant eating areas adjacent to large banks of windows.  Between the two eating areas was a fabulously well-appointed kitchen.  There were polished granite counters, gleaming stainless steel sinks, restaurant-grade appliances and sparkling white and blue and gold tiles everywhere.

Jada and Mark started telling each other about their lives as they worked with his sister and friends.  Mark talked first, describing growing up in a rich section of Burlington.  He was now a junior at the university majoring in physics and was an avid amateur astronomer.  After the girls left, Jada gave back a little of her own history as she dried dishes with Mark, talking about growing up in a poor section of central Indiana.  She avoided telling him about the horrific family experiences of her high school years.

"So you're only eighteen and already a sophomore?" he asked.  "I'm impressed.  That's my sister's age, her two friends too."

Jada nodded.  "Yep, that's me.  I'm a millennium baby.  January 1, 2000."  Jada gave a yawn and stretched, realizing she felt a little… what?  Sleepy?  No, not exactly, though the thought of cuddling in a warm blanket seemed to have an unexpected appeal to it.  She looked at the kitchen clock, 18:57:01, certainly too early for her to be tired.  But she wasn't tired, not exactly.  She paused from her work and took a moment to stroll to the windows, trying to figure out what her body wanted.

It was very dark outside, with perhaps a lit walkway somewhere in the distance.  Beyond that Jada stopped paying attention.  She felt a little sleepy, but not exactly sleepy, a little tense, a little…  a little what?  Excited?  Yes, sort of, but it felt like a child's excitement, awaiting the coming of tomorrow's birthday presents.  Jada blinked in surprise.   She hadn't felt like this in years.  She felt eager, a child's eagerness clear and strong, as if she couldn't wait for the future to unfold.

Meanwhile Mark had finished putting away the last of the dishes.  He then opened a large walk-in refrigerator and peered inside.  "Almost full," he called out, "but still a bit of space.  How about we save the rest of the buffet?  That stuff is so good, it would be a crime to let it go to waste."  He gazed at Jada kindly for a moment as she stared out the window.  She appeared to be preoccupied.  "Jada?"

"Huh?  Oh yeah, sure.  Save the buffet.  Good idea."

Taking down the large buffet was a bit of a job.  As they worked, Jada commented how much she liked the food storage facilities of the kitchen.  It wasn't just the walk-in refrigerator and freezer.  There were numerous shining metal cabinets that closed with a positive hiss and snap vaguely electrical in nature.  They seemed superbly designed to seal their contents.

After working for about a half hour, Hannah wandered back into the kitchen looking a little flushed.  She offered to help.  They were a cheerful team for a while, and then Hannah started flirting with Mark, nothing outrageous, just bumping into him, putting her hand on his arm or shoulder as she passed near him.  Mark looked surprised at first and then just amused at how affectionate Hannah was becoming.  And then Hannah took the flirting to the next level.  The pats on his arm became caresses, and Hannah would lean on him looking as if she expected to be kissed.

Jada didn't understand the dynamics of what was going on.  Mark's facial expressions were very hard to read.  It seemed he was looking for some polite way to tell Hannah to cool it while simultaneously desiring to accept her advances.  Jada began to feel she was intruding on a complex emotional situation, and was just coming up with a polite way to excuse herself when Hannah reached over and hugged Mark and held him tightly to the front of her body, grabbing him low on his butt and pressing her pelvis against his, making a slow sensual gyration with her pubis directly against his groin.  The gesture was lewd and the proposition unmistakable.

Mark groaned with desire, grabbing the sides of Hannah's hips to lock her position.  He arched his back to thrust his hips forward and grind into this delightful vixen.  But then he gave a strange cough, gave Hannah's butt a playful swat instead, and pulled away from her grip.  They stared into each other's eyes for a brief moment.

"Hannah, what the hell are we doing?"

Hannah was panting with sexual desire, but her face was a mask of confusion.  "Yeah.  I'm so sorry Mark.  I'm acting like a clown."

"No, it's okay."

"No it's not."  Hannah took a deep breath and shook her head.  "I'm heading back to the lounge," she said abruptly.  A moment later Jada and Mark were along again in the kitchen.

Jada cocked her head.  "What was that all about?"

Mark looked truly bewildered.  "I honestly don't know."

"Are you two going together?"

Deep in thought, he just stood there motionless.

"Did you ever?"

Jada's persistent questioning seemed to wake Mark out of a daze.  "Huh?  With Hannah?!  No, not at all.  She's just my sister's friend."  He paused.  "She's is a wonderful person. Maybe a little shy socially, but…  Hell, what just happened here is way out of character for her."  He took a moment to shudder.  "And the strangest part is…"

"Yes?"

Mark looked directly into Jada's eyes with his own eyes somehow asking for forgiveness.  "For a moment I wanted her."

Jada shrugged.  "Well, she is a very pretty girl."

"Oh, it's not that.  I know the true Hannah.  She thinks of me as an older brother.  The true Hannah would be horrified if I..."  Mark seemed to have trouble completing the thought.

Jada smiled slightly as she heard this.  The feeling of eagerness was back, stronger than ever.  Her body felt tense, excited…  "Excited?" she thought.  "Am I hot for Mark too?  My God, am I?!"  She said out loud, "It seems a little stuffy in here.  Do you feel it?"

Mark looked at her and blinked.  "Yeah, I guess I do.  It's a bit hot…  I feel revved up…  a little strange actually.  My mind doesn't want to let go…" He didn't finish the thought.

"Want to head back to the lounge?"

"Uh, yeah."  Mark shook his head as if to clear it.  "If you don't mind, I'd like to keep an eye on Hannah for a while.  Want to sit together?"

Jada felt her heart race as she heard his question.  "I'd love to," she blurted out immediately.

"Jada!" she thought to herself angrily.  "Don't act so easy!  You'll scare him off!"  And then she paused for a moment astonished.  "Scare him off?!  Why did I think that?  What am I afraid of?"  She tried to reflect for a moment.  "What do I want?"

She grabbed a drink of water by the sink and took a moment to think.  Her mind seemed to be going in unexpected directions.  "I've only just met him.  What am I expecting?"  She felt confused, and just hoped again she didn't sound too eager.  Mark brushed his hand against hers as he walked by, and Jada put down her glass and happily accepted the offer, glad to have latched onto one of the few guys at the party, and this one was such a nice one.  Hand in hand, they walked back to the lounge.

Jada and Mark were surprised to see the party was almost over.  Both the music and lights were turned down low, and the few remaining people were drifting off through the door to the left of the elevator.  Hannah was near the music console chatting with Ashley, and Madison and Emily were sitting with another woman Jada didn't know.  Everybody else was leaving.  Jada and Mark found an empty sofa across from Hannah and Ashley and sat down.

And the evening wore on.  Mark and Jada continued to hold hands as they chatted with each other.  Both seemed tired, and when Mark finally put his arm around Jada she accepted his affections at once, snuggling into his arm and wrapping her arm around the front of his waist.  She sighed in contentment and nestled her head into his side.

They shared a first kiss, and then spent some quiet time engaging in gentle foreplay, simple caresses and kisses, nothing overtly sexual, not in the demanding sense.  Everything was light and playful.  Mark caressed Jada's cheek with his fingers for a while.  He was smiling at her, his eyes full of hope.  After a while Jada leaned back and the arm behind her head became a comfortable pillow.  Mark other arm came to hold her body, caressing her lightly by the side of her ribs.  He was delighted by the feel of her muscular body.  "You are so incredibly beautiful," he mumbled as he petted her.

Jada giggled.  "Oh, I bet you tell that to all the girls you make out with!"  But she was pleased with his comment, and she sighed and reached up and gave Mark a long sleepy kiss.  Her kiss wandered, ending in a dry tongue that licked his ear, long soft strokes up and down the ridge of his ear.  Mark shivered with the ticklish sensations.  And then her teeth finished the job by giving a playful nip to his earlobe.  It was all the approval he needed.  A moment later his caressing hand wandered up and cupped a soft breast.

Jada sucked in a deep breath, held it a long time and then let it out very slowly as Mark fondled her.  Her body was in an extremely unusual state, her mind almost asleep and free of inhibitions, yet her body was in an advanced state of sexual arousal.  In a dreamlike state, Jada's hand dropped to Mark's groin and her fingers traced the full erection beneath his pants.  Light as feathers, her fingers danced around his stiff cock.  "Such a nice daydream," she thought lazily.  "And where will it go?"

"Do you like this?" she asked in a teasing floating voice as she slowly pinched the end of his cock.  She purred happily as Mark nodded.  He thought her purr was the sexiest sound imaginable.  His hips began to rock back and forth uncontrollably as Jada continued to tease his cock.  Mark was signaling he wanted more stimulation on his groin, and Jada rewarded him by pushing in with her fingertips with increasing pressure.

His lips sought hers again and found them eager for more contact.  Their tongues playfully danced with each other as their hands fumbled with each other's clothes.  There was no concern at all for exposing themselves to the other people still in the room.  Jada's dress had buttons up the front, and after a moment of fumbling, Mark had her dress open and his hand squeezed in up against her bra, feeling the firm flesh through the soft cotton, rubbing and cupping the tips of her breasts with the palm of his hand, feeling her nipples swell and harden from the stimulation.

"Like my bra?" asked Jada dreamily.  "It was a present…  Hmmm…  That feels so nice…"  One of her aroused nipples was now caught in a vise at the bottom of Mark's index and middle fingers.  He was giving her rhythmic squeezes, and she thought it felt as if she were being milked by a baby…  or a lover…

"Do you like my bra?"  Jada asked again.  There was no verbal response, just Mark's fingers caressing the soft undersides of her breasts.  She drifted, feeling his fingers probe into her flesh, down at the bottom seam of the bra where it met the top of her ribs.  He pushed underneath the seam, searching for her naked flesh.  Jada sighed deeply and put her arms behind her head, taking a deep breath, displaying and offering her breasts to Mark.  She hoped he would find them attractive.  And his caresses felt so nice.  "Like my bra?" she mumbled.

Jada's sleepy thoughts were filled with affection and desire.  She loved how gentle Mark was being with his advances, loved seeing his smiles and sighs as she accepted him as her lover.  She was delighted by his happiness, and soon the room's cool air was brushing against her naked breasts.  "The clever boy must have found the clasp," she thought dreamily.  Jada wondered briefly where her bra could be now, but then the delightful warmth of Mark's hand cupped her, his flesh against hers, and then his wet tongue.  The last thought of her bra flew from her mind as Jada hissed and kicked off her shoes.

She arched her back and presented her breasts for suckling, deliriously happy with the feel and the sexuality.  Her left nipple felt super sensitive and was being pulled high and tight against the roof of Mark's mouth.  His tongued pulsed along the underside of her breast and nipple, and Jada dreamed of her milk flowing into his greedy mouth.  Her hands meanwhile worked and managed to free Mark's erection from his clothing.  At last!  It came out of his pants with a pop.  She glanced down.  His head was in her lap, suckling her from below.  And his penis looked so beautiful, felt so velvety and sexy.  She was smiling brightly that he was allowing her to hold it.  So velvety soft and firm, both at the same time.  Such a wonder…

Jada stroked his penis as he suckled her, alternating firm grips with light caresses, matching the suckling pull on her breast.   Her sleepy mind filled with fantasies of two lovers synchronizing their rhythms before copulation.  After a timeless period of floating, she bent her head down and felt her wet nipple pop out of Mark's mouth.  He groaned in disappointment for a moment, but then sighed deeply as Jada returned a suckle of her own.  The feel of the penis head against her lips and tongue felt magical.  Jada shook her head briefly with the penis half in her mouth.  She felt so sleepy it was difficult to concentrate.

She blinked her eyes trying to stay awake and decided to swallow his penis, pulling it into her mouth with a suckle as far as she could without choking.  She curled her tongue and licked the penis as it slid in and out of her mouth, tracing a large vein on its underside with the tip of her tongue.  Mark was shuddering and gasping in pleasure.

Jada re-coupled the penis to her mouth, sucking greedily until she felt his glans at the back of her throat.  She could actually feel the beat of his heart with her tongue, and then she licked upward to the tip, kissing the penis head as it left her mouth.  Mark's cock was now super slick, covered with her saliva.  It trembled in her hands and she began to play with it.  She was delighted Mark was allowing her to fondle his sex organ and tease him, and she squeezed the top of his sensitive glans with her strong fingers until she popped open his urethra slit.  She lapped into the opening and tasted a salty drop of pre-cum leaking from him, and then she pushed the tip of her tongue directly into the tiny opening.  Mark began to shake from the stimulation on the super sensitive skin.

And the time drifted by.  Jada was floating from dream to dream.  She had a vague feeling of watching a delightful series of erotic movies, each movie building layer after layer of sexual tension within her mind and body.  And then she blinked and half woke up, as if from a long sleep.  Her hip muscles felt a bit tired, as if she had been thrusting for a long time, but it was so hard to remember what had just happened.

Jada was flat on her back on the sofa, a pillow under her butt, her socks were off and her bare legs raised high.  Her labia and anus felt sopping wet, and she had dim memories of an intense orgasm with Mark's head between her legs.  She thought it was a dream…

But it was no dream.  And now Mark was mounting her, lying between her legs, his pants and boxers down around his ankles.  He was kissing and nibbling on her neck, and through her pubic fur a stiff and eager penis was sliding back and forth, wet from her vaginal flow.  Mark was breathing in gasps, and Jada could feel his desire for her, feel his eagerness to couple.  

Jada was eager too.  Yes!  This was what her eagerness was for.  Of course!  She blinked again and stared up at her toes.  They were high above her head, and they were curling in sheer pleasure with each penile thrust against her pubis.  The rhythmic pulses of pressure against her uterus were slowly driving her to another orgasm.  And for this one, Jada definitely wanted Mark to be inside of her.  Her mind was totally without concerns or inhibitions, wondering only briefly if she would stain the expensive sofa when Mark entered her virgin body.  She happily smiled the thought away and lifted her pelvis, giving him the perfect angle to couple.  She would accept this handsome male above her into the core of her womanhood.  She would accept him now.

Mark groaned as the head of his penis slid down through the folds of her wet labia, parting the soft and silky lips.  He pushed hard and felt the wet knob of his cock slide down and nestle into the moisture around Jada's anus.  Jada grunted at the pressure and shook her head no.

Mark grunted too and pulled back as Jada lowered her legs slightly.  He thrust again. This time the angle was perfect.  He felt his cockhead slide down the open folds of her labia and notch into her vaginal opening.  He cried out in pleasure at the feel of the moist, silky heat, and shifted his body so he could work himself in.   Jada gasped and smiled and nodded, spreading her thighs wide open to show she was ready.  And then Mark felt the tight barrier and gasped at the shock that Jada was offering her virginity to him.

The vision of his cock sinking into her played out in his mind.  One powerful thrust and he would break her, penetrate her deep and tight until he pushed up against her virgin cervix.  His cock would be buried inside her, coated with blood from her torn hymen.  Mark gasped and cried as he looked upon her face.  Her eyes were closed and she was breathing in great gulps of air.  And her toes were curled, her feet lifted high and her powerful legs tense with the anticipation of being deflowered.

The realization that this sweet and precious creature beneath him was offering him her virginity finally broke through Mark's dreamlike trance.  He groaned and lifted his weight off her, supporting himself on one elbow.  With his free hand he gently pulled down Jada's bunched-up dress, covering her exposed sex.  With infinite tenderness he kissed her.

Jada whimpered in dismay and lifted her dress back up, thrusting upward with her naked hips into the open air, trying to encourage him to couple.  "Take me," she swooned.  "You won't be sorry."  And her sleepy thoughts were filled with fantasies of sexual frolics and delight.

Mark shuddered and cried softly and then lifted from his mount position.  Both of Jada's bare legs were now lifted right in front of him, and he gently grabbed her right ankle and left calf with his hands.  He gently but firmly nudged her legs down and to his right, kissing the shapely calf as he swung it across his body.  Her legs lowered, he laid himself down behind her and by her side.




It's My Party



Jada whimpered in dismay at the delay and tried to lift her leg back up to offer him a side entry point for copulation, but Mark pushed her leg back down.  His hand affectionately lowered her dress again and then he hugged and petted her from behind, pressing against her womb through her dress with the palm of his hand.  "Jada?"

"Hmmm?"

"I'm so sleepy…  This doesn't seem right…"

"I love you…" she mumbled in her dream, "…and I want you inside me."  There, she said it.  He had her permission.  Jada took a deep breath and held it, waiting to let it out slowly once Mark started sliding up inside of her.  She wanted him so badly.  She began to tremble from her eagerness.

She heard a deep sigh, and then the wonderful male hand stroked down to caress her bare inner thigh.  She opened her legs immediately, hoping he would stroke her sex, and then the hand drifted up to cup her womb, this time underneath her dress, fingers sliding lovingly in the silky pubic curls and then holding her, the strong fingers pressing down against her womb, the palm pressing up against her open sex.

She sighed happily, unaware she was nodding her head in encouragement.  She drifted in her arousal.  "Hmmm, that feels so nice…  Will you drop down a bit?"  The wonderful fingers honored her request.  They slid between her legs and began to play with her, seeking her, exploring the folds and the hood just above her vagina.  "That's right.  Yes, right there, on the clit…  That feels so nice…  Don't stop…"

She gasped and cried and shivered as the wet finger picked up moisture along her inner folds and then stoked her exposed clitoris again.  She felt the finger start to drill her, try to wiggle under the protective hood at the top of her labia.  She wiggled back in dreamy anticipation, helping the wet finger find its target.  Her coming orgasm would be tremendous.  "That's right…  Right there…  Drive me…"

A tender voice at her ear, "I'm so sleepy…  I don't understand…  Later?"

"Hmmm…  You mean for sex?  No!  I want you now…"  So sexy, the wiggling finger was pushing her down the chute for sexual release, and Jada was breathing in gasps, eager for the ride to begin.  She felt her clitoris pull away from the intense stimulation, felt a lifting sensation in her groin that she knew was a sign of extreme arousal.  Jada was almost at the tipping point where her orgasm would become unstoppable, and she dimly thought she was in the dream of a perfect orgasm.  "My handsome male," she mumbled, "mine…"

"This feels wrong…  Jada…  Are we drunk?"

"Hmm?!"  The direct question shocked Jada's mind, pushing her from her dream.  Her mind fought and won a brief fierce battle, raising her equilibrium point to halfway between awake and asleep.  She was now slightly more awake than before, still floating but now able to consider Mark's question.  And her semi-awake mind realized the victory over sleep would not last.

"Mark…  Have you ever been drunk?"

"No."

"I have, once.  My parents forced me.  We're not drunk.  This feels different…  a lot different…  so sexy…  Oh no!  Don't stop!  Please don't stop!"  The sexy finger that had been fondling the area around her aroused clitoris had left her.

Jada heard great tenderness in Mark's sleepy voice.  "Your parents got you drunk?"

She cried, "What?!  Yes, once…  Oh, please come back!  I don't want to remember!  Not that, not now!  Please come back, please!"

"Jada…"  Lots of soft kisses on her cheek and the side of her nose, but still no finger returning to her clit.  Jada whimpered in dismay.  Mark pulled up his hand and sniffed it.  His fingers were wet with Jada's vaginal flow and the smell was intoxicating.  His mind drifted.  Intoxicating?  Jada's parents got her drunk?  "My beautiful Jada…  An accident?"

Her mind drifted against her will, reliving the awful memory.  "No, they did it on purpose, forced the bottle into my mouth…  it burned my throat…  vodka…  then gin…  up my nose…  It was horrible!"  Great tears began to fall from Jada's eyes and she sobbed uncontrollably.

Mark gave a strangled cry.  "Oh why…"

A scene Jada had tried to bury for the last two years began to play in her mind.  It was unstoppable, as if she were being forced to watch the ghastly memories against her will.  "To blame me," she sobbed.  "For something they did…  something awful…  I was so ashamed…  I never told anybody…  not the police…  not even Emily…"

"I remember…  Emily…"

"Yes," Jada cried through her tears.  "Someone loves me now!  And I love her…  but I've kept silent…"  Jada gave a deep sigh, her sleepy mind floating in the conversation.  "But I'm telling you.  Isn't that strange?"

A gentle hand was holding her and caressing her body, breast to stomach, slow and caring strokes.  But it no longer felt arousing to Jada, just infinitely tender.  She felt like a young child, an infant, ancient memories buried for so many years.  She was being cradled.  She felt loved and cradled, and she began to unwind slightly, still deeply aroused but falling away from the need for sex.  Mark lips were at her ear, her check, her lips, kissing her.  "Yes, strange…  Why tell me?"

Jada gave him a dreamy giggle.  "Hmmm?  Because I trust you…  And I think I…  Oh, I'm so sleepy.  I can't believe I'm telling you this."

"Tell me what?"

There was a sleepy pause.  "Will I scare you away?"

"Hmmm?"

"I don't want to scare you away.  Oh no, I don't want that."

"You won't.  I promise."

"You sure?  Will I scare you away, if I tell you I love you?"

"You do?"

"Uh huh.  Are you scared away?"  Jada's lips began to tremble.

There was a long moment of silence, and then Mark stirred.  "No.  I think I love you too…"

Jada whimpered.  "Then love me for real.  Mount me, come inside me…"  She cried softly, "You don't think I'm pretty?"

Soft kisses began to cover her naked breasts and nipples.  "You are so incredibly beautiful…  Sweet Jada, we should wait…:"

Jada frowned, her mind reacting with the directness of a child.  All the adult layers of social politeness had been polished away.  She whined, "But I want you now!"

More kisses at her breasts, tasting her nipples and then drifting up to her throat, and then to her ear.  A gentle whisper, "Later…  Please?"

"Hmmm…"  Jada felt her body and mind sinking into a deeper sleep.  She would soon lose what little consciousness she had.  She made one last struggle for consciousness and found herself gazing into Mark's eyes, and then his tenderness somehow made the need for sex unnecessary.  But the core prize of love was still in need of being captured.  "Well, okay I guess.  Promise?"

 A big yawn.  "So sleepy…   Yes, I promise…  So sleepy…  Promise what?"

"It's a promise now, a promise to love me."

Mark was rapidly sliding into his own state of deep sleep.  "Yes…  to love you…"

"Okay…  Don't forget…   ever…" In her dream, Jada tried to say something more, but the battle was over, and everything became softness and love and peace.

Chapter 4.

Mark woke with a slow blink of his eyes, his mind barely making it to consciousness.  There was bright, early-morning orange sunlight shining on the northern wall of the lounge.  It was coming in horizontally from the southeast through the long row of windows across the room, behind where the buffet had been.  The light had forced his mind awake.

Mark glanced up to one of several digital clocks mounted in the walls of the lounge area, just a few minutes before eight o'clock in the morning, somehow a tad later than he would have guessed.  He turned his head away from the light, and his mind started to drift back to sleep immediately.  He sighed in contentment and smiled in his dream.  He was cuddling with a delightfully feminine creature.  He could feel the warmth of her body in his arms as he slept, and holding her felt absolutely wonderful.

Mark blinked again, becoming instantly and fully awake.  It was now close to 8:30 AM, and the first thing he saw was that some high clouds had moved in and were obscuring the morning sun.  He turned his head and looked about the room.

Hannah and Ashley were lying on a nearby sofa entwined with each other.  And across the room his sister Madison has sleeping with Emily and the other woman Mark did not know.  Mark felt a rush of embarrassment.  He was surrounded by half-nude sleeping women.  And he hadn't seen his sister's naked breasts and pubis since ages ago, when he walked into what he thought was an empty bathroom just as she was stepping out of a shower.  So long ago…  Mark tore his eyes away after several seconds of staring.  He had not realized how cute his sister had become.  And her pubic fur, such a natural lovely and unusual color…

And Jada!  She was lying cradled in his arms, sleeping peacefully, the front of her dress knotted from their earlier sexual play.  Her breasts were completely out in the open.

His mind wandered to the previous night.  "Where the hell is her bra?  Probably on the floor somewhere.  Oh my God, what is she going to think?!"  Mark had a beautiful girl lying bare-breasted in his arms, peacefully sleeping.  Such a lovely face, so beautiful, framed with soft curly dark hair tied in a simple ponytail.  Mark remembered her gentle laughter and smiles when he stroked her hair during their earlier foreplay, so soft and clean…

Silent, frantic thoughts filled his mind.  "Oh my God Jada!  I hardly know you!"  He worked the problem of how to wake Jada without embarrassing her.  Could he untangle himself from her without waking her up?  It didn't seem likely.  One of his arms was a pillow for her, and the other tucked under her dress and legs tight against her butt.  He could feel the warmth of her bare butt and the backs of her thighs against his arm.  And the side of her hip was resting against his naked groin.  Hell, his pants were down around his ankles!  He had to do something!  But what? 

Mark looked at Jada and was relieved to see her dress was covering her hips and legs almost to her knees.  Except for the skin contact, at least she was semi-decent now.  But he remembered everything from the previous night, everything, including her bright joyful smile and dreamy laugh when he took her panties off, and how she cried out when he first lapped her labia with his tongue, how she gripped his head with her thighs.  He remembered everything, how tightly she held him with her thighs, how she gasped as he licked her, how salty she tasted, oh the overwhelming emotions of tasting her…  and the heady scent of her flow…

Mark gazed upon her, this beautiful, precious creature.  Was there any way to wake her without embarrassing her?  Mark stared at her breasts for a moment.  So beautiful…  He watched their quiet rise and fall.  So beautiful…  He was lost in their beauty.  And then he saw her breath catch, her breasts tremble.  His gaze lifted to her face.  Her eyes were open.  She had been watching him stare at her exposed breasts.

"I…"  Mark was deeply chagrined, at a total loss for words.

Jada gave him a hard frown.

Mark finally managed a hoarse whisper.  "Can we leave without waking the others?  I don't want to embarrass my sister."

Jada sat up, looked around and realized what Mark was talking about.  She gave him a stiff nod while still glaring at him, her jaw clenched in obvious fury.  She got up, bared her teeth in revulsion at the sight of his limp penis, and then spun around and grabbed her purse and shoes and panties.  She took one last look at Mark and then stormed off into the kitchen, her taut breasts bouncing slightly as she almost ran.

Mark got up and found her bra behind the sofa.  He quickly followed her, pulling up his boxers and pants from his ankles and forgetting about everything else.

Jada walked across the width of the large kitchen and left through an opposite door.  Mark walked through the door a few seconds later and found himself in a large empty pantry room.  There were metal storage cabinets everywhere, similar to what was in the kitchen, and also a row of what looked like washers and driers for clothes on the left.  There were also a few chairs by a table at the windows on the right.  But where was Jada?

There was another door ahead, and Mark went through it and entered a large and opulent bathing area, with numerous sinks, toilets, shower areas and even a full sized Jacuzzi as the centerpiece of the room.  Mark had a fleeting thought that it might be a women's bathroom.  He didn't see any urinals.

What he did see was the back of Jada, the top of her dress still twisted in a knot by her shoulders.  As the door from the pantry swung closed behind Mark, Jada whip-turned to face him. Her breasts were flying with her dress still fully open across her chest.

She hissed, "You!  You monster!  I remember last night!  I remember everything!  I have never been so humiliated!"

Mark walked to her and held out the bra sheepishly.  "I found this."  Jada snatched it out of his hands with a lightning snap of her arm and she shook her closed fist at him angrily.

"You!!!" she screamed.  "Who do you think you are?!  I'm going to prosecute!  I'm going straight to the police!  You violated me!"

"Hey, wait a minute!  Jada, it wasn't me!"

"Like hell!  I remember what you were doing last night!  Are you claiming I wasn't drugged?!"

"No, of course you were!  I was too!  Jada, I'll go to the police with you.  I'm a victim too!"

His plea of innocence brought her up short.  "What?" she hissed.  "Are you claiming you knew nothing about this?!"

"Absolutely!"  He paused to catch his breath and thoughts.  "Jada, think.  My own sister was drugged.  I think we all were.  I'm not responsible for this.  You've got to believe me!"

A long moment of silence passed.  Mark maintained eye contact, determined not to glance down at her bare chest and ruin everything.  Jada's eyes finally softened.  "Well, perhaps…  And if I've accused you unfairly, I apologize.  How much do you remember about last night?"

"The same as you.  Absolutely everything."

Jada frowned.  "My gosh..."  Another long pause.  "Everything?" she whispered.

Mark nodded and couldn't stop his eyes.  He glanced at the lovely breasts before him.

Jada glanced down and seemed to realize for the first time that she was still indecent on top.  "Oh hell!"  She turned around on the spotless tile and faced away from him and then slipped on her panties under her dress.  Next she tried to put on the bra, but her dress was twisted in a knot and to straighten it she needed to pull it off first.  Mark couldn't help but admire her beautiful, athletic body.  Clad only in panties with her back to Mark, she quickly put on her bra.

Both her panties and bra were a royal shade of blue, a recent gift from Emily and matching the print of Jada's dress.  She looked as if she were dressed in a swimsuit, and Mark gave a small cry of recognition as he snapped his fingers.  "Of course!  You're Jada Horowitz, aren't you?  The star of the women's swim team!"

Jada turned to face him, her face blushing, her dress still bunched up in her hands.  "Well, I'm not exactly…  I mean yes, I'm the one who won the Conference All-around this year, but…"

"I knew it!  I knew you looked familiar!  I've seen all your meets!" he blurted out.  "Last night, I just didn't recognize you with your clothes on!"  Mark gasped as he realized how he must have sounded and he turned a beet red.

Jada's jaw dropped.  She stared at him in astonishment for a moment and then grinned, and then she broke into a cheerful laugh.  Mark thought he never heard a sweeter sound.

"Oh, this is so ridiculous Mark!"

He nodded and finally remembered to turn around, giving Jada some privacy to finish putting on her dress.  "Thank you for believing me."

"Yeah…"  Jada turned and glanced at him as she dressed, admiring his muscular back.  He was wearing only a pair of pants, and she decided he looked very handsomely fit.  Still, she decided, those were thoughts for another time and place.  "Okay.  I'm dressed now.  Mark, do you have a cell phone?  I still want to call the police."

He turned and faced her.  "Yeah, I sure do.  And I'll back you up with what's happened here."  Mark reached back into his pants pocket and pulled out a rather large portable phone, staring down at it for a moment.

Jada gave a nervous frown.  "Don't tell me.  Let me guess.  No signal, right?"

"Oh, this phone is never without good reception."  Mark handed the phone to Jada.

"Really?  How's that?"

"It's one of the new Leophones."

Jada stared at him blankly.

"Leophone, you know, Low Earth Orbit.  It's a satellite phone.  You must have heard the Leophone jingle on TV."

Jada shrugged.  "I don't watch TV."  She looked down at the phone.  It felt much heavier than Emily's.  "This thing looks incredibly expensive."

Mark shrugged back and nervously tried to sing.  He was a bit off-key.  "The Leophone, ta-da, the Leophone, ta-da, the size of a cell, ta-da, but raised to the power, cha-cha, raised to the power of the skies, cha-cha-cha!"

Jada grinned at his performance and said with playful mock sorrow, "No, I guess that's one ad I've missed."  She opened the phone but before she could dial 911, the phone started ringing on its own.  Without thinking, she answered the call.  "Hello?'

"Jada?  Is that you?  I was expecting my brother.  Where are you?"  It was Madison's voice.

Jada replied, "We're a couple of rooms away on the other side of the kitchen.  Mark's right here with me.  Hold on."  She handed the phone to Mark, and he put on the speakerphone so they could both hear.

Madison spoke up.  "Great!  We were all wondering where you were.  Jada, can you come back to the lounge?  Fatima was down in the underground tunnel before the party started.  We were talking last night.  There's something you should know."

Mark guessed that was the name of the other woman he saw sleeping with his sister.  "Yeah, okay Maddy, we'll be there in just a minute."  Madison acknowledged and signed off.  Mark saw Jada staring at him quizzically as he closed the Leophone.  He shrugged in apology.  "Uh sorry, I have to take a leak."

"Oh.  Yeah, good idea.  Me too."  Jada decided to put off her 911 call for a few minutes.  She turned around and walked into one of the toilet stalls and calmly closed the door.  After a second, Mark walked into another a few stalls away.

As he heard Jada start to urinate, he realized that by sharing a bathroom with him, Jada was offering him a large token of trust.  He sighed and relaxed and voided his own bladder.

A minute later Mark and Jada returned to the lounge and met Fatima, the woman who had slept with Emily and Madison.  Mark collected the rest of his clothes and finished dressing, and after brief introductions, Fatima began telling her story.

"My friends and I arrived at the tunnel downstairs a few minutes before 2 PM yesterday, just before the elevator started working.  There was a huge line of people in front of us, over a hundred.  We were all waiting to be let in.  There was a large sign saying the parties would open at 1:57 PM."

"I didn't see any sign," said Jada.

"No, there was a large crowd of fraternity boys from Beta Sigma Rho, twenty of them in all.  They took the sign with them.  They were crashing the party."

"You know exactly how many there were?" asked Jada.

"Oh, it was easy to keep track."  Fatima paused for a moment and then added, "It got a bit ugly down there waiting for the doors to open."

"What do you mean?" asked Hannah.

"The frat boys were roving the line, intimidating the few other guys there and asking the girls if they'd like a good time.  I think about nine or ten actually said yes.  I can't imagine why.  Their behavior was so lewd, ogling the girls who refused them.  The frat boys also brought along a few dates."  Fatima sighed.  "It was a large crowd, a very rowdy bunch.  It was pretty obvious they'd been drinking."




It's My Party



Mark frowned.  Beta Sigma Rho had a campus reputation for being a magnet for professional party goers.  "I'm surprised there were that many still on campus."

Fatima shrugged.  "They were the second group of people to leave via the elevator.  Almost everybody else in the line was a woman.  We were all relieved when they left."

"But the elevator only holds eighteen," said Ashley.

Fatima paused to take a breath.  "Yep, they made two trips to party #5, 2525.  The elevator was packed both times."  She looked around the empty room.  "It's a pity Husna left.  She knows the people who came here a lot better than I do, the people that came to It's My Party I mean."

Ashley looked bewildered.  "Huh?"

"The first people in line were twenty students from the School of Nursing, all fifth years I think, eighteen women and two men.  The Beta Sigma Rho boys almost picked a fight over using the elevator first, but the nursing students held their ground.  My friend Husna negotiated a compromise.  Eighteen of the first group got to ride first, and the remaining two men joined my group at the end of the line.  The two men wanted to rejoin their nursing group, so my group picked It's My Party too, just to keep a fight from starting between the nurses and the frat boys.  It all seems so ridiculous now."

Fatima looked around at her new friends.  "And that's the way it worked.  The rest of us in the line organized into groups going to the different parties.  That's what took most of the time, deciding who was going where and typing in the stupid access codes.  I think the elevator would return within a couple of minutes after leaving.  I was very surprised my trip took so long, three and a half minutes.  It was a little scary.  There was no sense of motion at all.  We all thought the elevator had broken.  I was very surprised the door opened when our countdown hit zero."

Madison asked, "So the other parties got eighteen people each?"

"From the initial crowd, yes, the other four besides parties #1 and #5.  People split up just to fill the slots and get out of the basement.  There were four guys and eight other women with me in our ride to It's My Party.  We were the last ones to leave the downstairs hall.  There was no one behind us at the time.  We got up here about 2:30."

Fatima adjusted her headscarf.  "The eighteen women from the first ride were here.  They were the only ones.  They said they found this place deserted."

Jada and Mark glanced at each other.  Jada asked, "Wait a minute.  You're saying this place was deserted from the start?  No one ever saw anyone from Kappa Alpha?"

Fatima shook her head.  "No.  The first group was upset by the elevator ride, upset with themselves really.  None of them realized until they got here that there was no return code given for getting back to where they started.  My group didn't think of that either.  I guess none of us were taking the access-code business too seriously."

Mark nodded, remembering his own experience of typing in the code as a game.  "It's not our fault for not seeing the danger.  Being in a building that you don't know how to get out of is an unheard of experience.  It's such a criminal violation of fire codes.  No wonder we didn't recognize the danger."

Mark tried to picture the scene Fatima was describing.  The University of Vermont had an intensive five-year nursing program granting RN degrees after four years and Master of Nursing degrees in five.  He could easily imagine that twenty people who were already Registered Nurses and starting their professional careers would not put up with the childish and dangerous prank Kappa Alpha appeared to be playing.  Mark wondered if the first group was also drugged.  He asked Fatima, "Do you know if they ate from the buffet?"

She thought for a moment and then nodded.  "I'm almost sure, yes.  I saw a bunch of used plates when I arrived."

"Actually," Jada chimed in, "I suspect the drug was in the soft drinks at the other side of the elevator."  She briefly described her experience making the trip.  Emily backed up Jada's story and then prodded Fatima to continue.

"Well, we only met the women nursing students briefly.  They all wanted out of here.  I think they were only waiting for someone from Kappa Alpha to show up so they could yell at them, and then when we showed up they gave up.  They left almost immediately, certainly before 3 PM, the two male nurses too, through the door by the elevator, saying they were going back to the parking lot."

"Tell them the last piece, what you told us last night," prodded Madison.

"One of the men mentioned they came in four Land Rovers."

Mark's sister turned to him and raised her eyebrows.  "Sound familiar?"

"Yeah, I think I remember you making a comment.  Weren't there four Land Rovers in the spots closest to the drawbridge?"

Madison nodded.  "Which means the group never made it back to their vans, after an hour and a half of trying!"  She whined at her brother.  "Mark!  What the hell is going on here?!"

The group stood in tense silence for several seconds pondering Madison's question.  Then Hannah gave a small shriek.  "My God, my God, my parents!  They are absolutely going to kill me!"  She ran and got her own cell phone and then stared at it in dismay.  "Hell!  Zero bars!"

Mark handed her his Leophone.  "Here.  Try mine."

Hannah spent the next few minutes dialing and redialing her home number, becoming more frantic with each redial.  She finally shouted to the crowd, "Hey everybody, Listen to this!" as she redialed and put on the speaker phone.

The group heard a recorded voice say in a flat tone, "All satellite circuits busy.  Your call can not be completed as dialed.  Please try again later.  Error code sixty-three G."

There was brief second of silence. Ashley pulled out her own Leophone and tried dialing.  After a moment she said, "Hell.  My dad spent a fortune for this phone.  This is not supposed to happen."  She added sarcastically, "But at least we know it's error code sixty-three G.  That's something I guess."

Madison felt like snapping back with, "Oh, cool it Ashley!" but then saw Ashley's attempt at humor seemed to relieve some of the group's tension.  Madison dialed Hannah's cell with her own Leophone.  There was no response.  Then she dialed Ashley's Leophone.  It rang at once, and they briefly tested the connection.  Then Madison tried dialing her own parents.  Her grim face required no explanation.  She finally closed her phone and said to her brother, "But we can dial each other!"

"Don't you remember?  Leophones have local switching and walkie-talkie ability.  Our phones are synching directly with each other, not going through the satellite at all."

Jada tried dialing 911 on Mark's phone and got the same error response.  She handed the phone back to Mark.  He took it and said, "It sounds like the satellite network is…"

"Down?" asked Fatima.

Mark shrugged.  "I don't know.  All circuits busy?  What could cause that?  Maybe clogged is a better word."  He tried his phone for a moment, repeating Jada's attempt.  "And 911 isn't working either."

"Yeah," Jada replied.  "How can they not give priority to 911 calls?"

Mark sighed.  "Oh, it'll handle 911 calls, but Skylands warns you when you buy the phone they're exempt from national regulations.  It's an international phone, not a cell phone."  He looked down and noticed his battery was almost drained.  "Hey Sis, do you have your charger?"

"Sure do."  She ran to her purse and got it.  A moment later Mark's phone gave a happy chirp to indicate it was being recharged.  No one else had spoken for the last minute.  Mark looked around the lounge and then at the group of six women, wondering what they wanted to do next.   Everyone seemed lost in her own thoughts.  Understandable, thought Mark, but not very productive.

The realization brought him up short.  What should they be doing?  Try to get back to their cars?  Of course, but how?  Follow in the footsteps of the people who didn't make it?  Or maybe they should they stay put for a while, concentrate on contacting the police.  What should they do?  Pondering the question, Mark wandered over to the bank of windows where the buffet used to be.  He looked outside.  After a few moments, the women followed him.

The bank of windows looked out from the corner of a trapezoidal park.  The lounge room was on the second floor of a great two-story building which had the park as an enclosed courtyard.  They were above the corner of a peaceful forest garden, with numerous pines and spruces and cobblestone walkways and even a few sturdy benches and tables scattered about.  The park looked inviting, very pleasantly laid out.  Mark sighed and looked up at the sky.  Clouds were moving in.  They had already obliterated the sun.   

Hannah commented, "There was a weather report yesterday, we might get six to eight inches later this afternoon.  Hell, can you imagine trying to drive through that awful forest road with eight inches of snow on the ground?"

Mark shrugged.  "Right now I wish that was our problem.  Don't worry about the snow.  Let's see…  I know I saw the sun coming through these windows when I woke up earlier.  Let's call this direction east, which puts the elevator south and the kitchen to the north of us."

Ashley and Fatima walked across the lounge to the western windows.  After a few seconds the rest of the group followed.  It looked like another enclosed park, a mirror image of the trapezoidal forest park, but this one made entirely of sand.  A few volleyball nets were set up nearby.

Jada gasped.  "I do believe that is a genuine Olympic swimming pool.  Amazing!"  In the center of the sand mark was a stone perimeter around what was apparently a 50 meter by 25 meter covered pool, all bedded down for the winter.

Ashley squinted and called out, "Are those shuffleboard courts at the other end?" 

"Yes, and bocce too I think!" replied Fatima.  "This would be a very nice place to live."

Mark nodded.  "I had no idea the residential areas would be so extensive.  I thought this was mostly a shopping mall."  He turned to the six women.  "So, folks, what do we do next?"

Hannah stared at him.  "What do you mean, what do we do?  Isn't it obvious?!  We leave this place.  Now!"

Mark turned to her.  "How?"

"Well, through that door of course."  She pointed to the exit to the left of the elevator.  "Is there another way?  You want to try jumping out a window?"

"Well, not jump.  We could probably make something to climb down though.  It's a possibility.  There's also a pantry and then a bath area beyond the kitchen, and a door out of that leading who knows where."

Hannah frowned and shook her head.  "But that's heading north.  Our cars are at the southern end of the mall, aren't they?"

Ashley chimed in.  "She's right Mark."

"I know.  But we have some evidence another group tried to leave by going south and didn't make it.  Doesn't that count for something?"

Ashley gave a deep frown.  "Well, I'm not going north.  No way!  Mark, it's the Christmas holidays.  This place will probably be deserted for the rest of the year!  I feel lost now, and if we start heading north now, it'll just get worse.  We've got to head south and find your car before it starts snowing.  We've got to get out of here!"

Madison spoke up.  "We could split up, explore two or even three paths and keep in touch by Leophone."

"No!" said Hannah almost shouting.  "I do not want us to split up!"

Ashley also shouted.  "Well I don't care what you want!  I am definitely not going north!"

"Excuse me people!" said Fatima loudly, "but I'd like to point out we are lacking something we badly need, something we have the power to find."

"A map of the mall?" asked Hannah.

Fatima gave a quick laugh.  "Well, that would be nice too.  But I was thinking of a leader."

The other six people stared at her.

"Don't get me wrong.  I'm not soliciting for the job.  But I am a political science major.  It's obvious to me we need a leader.  We'll fall apart without one."

Most of the group seemed to take her suggestion to heart but Ashley gave a deep frown.  "Oh hell Fatima, I don't know.  Part of my reason for coming to this party was to get away from my parents for a while.  Are you saying we should elect someone I'll have to obey?"

Fatima nodded, "Within reason, yes, as long as you want to be a part of this group."

"Well I nominate my brother," said Madison.  "He was an Eagle Scout."

"Maddy…" whispered Mark with a grin.

Fatima shook her head.  "Don't choose on survival skills, or even the person with the best sense of direction.  That person can be our chief guide perhaps.  But our leader should be the person with the best leadership skills."

Hannah looked interested but uncertain.  "Which are?"

Fatima shrugged.  "It's a complex skill set.  Pick someone who can lead us, keep us working as a group and inspire us to do our best.  Pick someone with good emotional stability, good negotiation skills, pick someone who can make level-headed decisions in an emergency."

"Do you want the job?" asked Hannah.

Fatima paused for a long moment.  "Well, if elected I would do my best.  It's a position of trust.  Perhaps…  Is everybody agreeable to having an election?"

"Secret ballot?" asked Jada.

"Oh, I don't know.  Is that necessary?  The important thing is we have to pull together as an organized group.  We might find a better leader by explaining our choices to everybody.  I think we should try to reach a consensus."

Mark nodded his approval.  "That's a very good point.  Let's try keeping the votes public."

Emily spoke up.  "Fatima, how about you chair a meeting, with the agenda of us picking a leader by open discussion.  Everybody agree?"  There were quick nods all around.

"Okay, excellent," said Fatima.  They took a moment to all sit down in a circle, and then Fatima cleared her throat.  "This meeting is now in order.  I am the moderator.  To speak, raise your hand and wait to be recognized.  Now, this may sound very formal, but I think the first thing we should do is appoint a recording secretary.  Any volunteers?"

"Oh, I'll do it," Emily said immediately as she raised her hand.  Fatima nodded and Emily got up and hurried to her purse.  She came back and sat down a moment later with a small sketchpad and a pen.

Fatima continued.  "I'll get right to the point.  I am entertaining nominations for leader, and you can nominate yourself if you wish.  Be prepared to say why you think your choice would be the best person to lead us.  I'm going to start off being as liberal as possible, no time limits on speaking.  Just have your say.  Nominations are now open to the floor."

"Huh?" said Hannah looking down.  "What does the floor…  Oh, I get it.  Never mind."

Fatima gave her a kind smile and reminder.  "That's right Hannah, everyone here is the floor except me.  And I can recognize myself if I want, step outside my role of moderator if I want to nominate someone.  Raise your hand if you want to talk, wait for me to recognize you."  Hannah nodded.

Madison was the first to raise her hand, and after being recognized stood up and said, "I'd still like to nominate my brother.  He's a hell of a nice guy, very smart, and kind and considerate.  He's a great listener, never bosses me around, and always gives me his full attention whenever I want to speak with him.  And sometimes I even manage to change his opinion about something, which shows he has an open mind.  He is absolutely unflappable in tense situations, extremely level-headed.  We were right next to a car accident in Portugal a few years ago, and while other people were still screaming, Mark rushed in and helped a person out of a wreck before it caught fire.  Vote for my brother, you won't be sorry."  Madison looked at Fatima and sat down, nodding that she was finished.

Fatima nodded back her approval.  "An excellent nomination Madison.  Speeches like this are exactly what I'm hoping for.  Mark, do you accept the nomination?"

Mark was blushing from his sister's praise, but he spoke with a calm voice.  "Yes.  I'd like to add that if I'm elected, I'll do my best to deserve your votes."  He paused for a moment and noticed Ashley and Hannah were nervously holding hands together.  "Heck folks, I don't know why those nursing students never made it back to their vans, but I'm still hoping we'll be back at our cars in a few hours.  How difficult can it be?"

Emily wrote furiously and then waved her hand.  After being recognized she stood up and said, "I nominate my roommate Jada.  Everything Madison said about Mark, Jada is also.  I think she is the wisest counselor I've ever met.  I've come to rely heavily on her level-headed judgment.  She'll be a fantastic leader, and besides…"  Emily looked Mark directly in the eyes.  "I don't mean to insult you Mark, but our group of seven is six women and one man.  Can you imagine the reverse, six men and one woman electing the woman as leader?  Can you?"

Mark frowned and looked at Fatima, who confirmed first with Emily that Emily was finished.  Fatima then nodded that Mark could reply.  He stood up and turned in a circle, making eye contact with the women for a moment and then clearing his throat.  "I didn't create our culture.  I try not to have a gender bias, not when it harms the rights of other people, but…  But yeah, I know it's there."  He took a deep breath.  "I've got a few ideas of what we should do next, and I'm happy to share my ideas with whoever the next leader is.   And I agree with you Emily.  I think Jada would make a fine leader.  I still want to run for the job though."

After he sat down Fatima asked, "Jada, do you accept the nomination?"

Jada looked at both Emily and Mark for a long moment before she stood up.  "I do accept it, and like Mark I'll do be best if elected.  I would also like to add that I'll be voting for Mark."

"What?!" shouted Emily.

"Out of order," said Fatima.  "Emily, please wait to be recognized before speaking.  I promise, I won't try to limit the debate."  Seeing that Emily did not raise her hand, Fatima continued, "Are there additional nominations from the floor?"

She paused for a long moment.  "Hearing none, do I hear a motion to close the nominations?"

"So moved!" said Hannah.

"I second!" said Madison.

Fatima called the vote on the motion to close the nominations and it passed unanimously.  "Do I hear a motion to call for the vote for leader?" she asked next.  A moment later they voted.  Six hands went up for Mark, followed a few seconds later by Emily's.  Seeing the unanimous vote, Fatima didn't bother for a show of hands for Jada.  She asked instead for a motion to close the meeting.

"Wait?" asked Mark, waving his hand.

Fatima smiled at him.  "The chair recognizes our leader Mark."

"I'd like to make a motion that Jada be second in command."

Fatima nodded.  "Yes, a good idea.  We have a motion to"

"I second the motion!" shouted Emily, again not waiting to be recognized.

Fatima let the intrusion go.  "We have a second.  All in favor?"  The vote was again unanimous.  Fatima then closed the meeting.

Mark immediately called the group around him to discuss their situation.  He looked at each of the women for a moment, especially Emily, and was relieved to see her give him a respectful nod back.  Taking a deep breath, he began to speak.

"Right, first things first.  Phones!  How many do we have, and how many do we have chargers for?"  After a few minutes, they determined that Emily, Fatima, and Hannah had cell phones all reading zero bars, and Mark, Madison, and Ashley had Leophones that were all somewhat low on power.  They only had one charger that would fit the Leophones.  Mark asked his sister to plug in and keep dialing 911.  He asked the others to turn off their phones to conserve power.  He then addressed the group.




It's My Party



Mahdi sat at the kitchen table, his knees pressed up to his chest. It was the one place in the house not filled with his brother's friends. Mahdi had turned eighteen on Wednesday, and since their parents were going to be away that weekend, his older brother Chris had promised to throw him a party. He'd been excited at the time, but now he couldn't fathom why.

He'd never been popular at school. The first strike was his name -- he could blame his parents for that, at least. Second had been his clothing style. The baggy clothes and dark colours that most boys wore had just never been appealing. And third, he was gay. If he'd had any hope of friends before, it was lost the day he came out. Now he was sitting quietly alone in the kitchen at his own birthday party, listening to the festivity going on outside the door.

That is, until a girl burst through the door, in the middle of shrill laughter. She suddenly stopped when she saw him. The door swung closed behind her, and she flexed her jaw awkwardly, he stared up at her through his reddish bangs.

"Aren't you...Chris' little brother?" She tried to sound friendly. Mahdi nodded. "Um..." she wobbled on her feet, "So isn't this your party? You don't look too happy about it." He didn't respond, so she continued, "Do you...do you want me to get your brother?"

"Yes, I'd like a word with him." Mahdi hoped his anger would come through in that statement; that the girl would convey it to her brother. "Tell him I'll be out back." He unfolded himself from the chair.

"Sure thing..." the girl slipped out of the kitchen, glad to be away from such an awkward atmosphere. She was very happy she wasn't Chris.

Mahdi pulled his sweater sleeves over his hands as he walked out onto the back porch. The air had a chill to it, but it wasn't cold. Maybe it was just because he was upset. He leaned on the railing, half anticipating and half dreading his brother's appearance. Chris shouldn't be mad at him for interrupting the party -- it was his party after all. 

He heard the screen door swing open behind him, but didn't say anything until he heard it bang closed. He turned around.

Chris stood before him, looking ruffled. He clearly wasn't pleased about having to pander to his little brother. "Brittany said you wanted me...?" he sounded out of breath, but was still trying to look like the party could wait.

It didn't fool Mahdi. "So I guess my birthday was just an excuse for you to throw a party for your friends." He said in a low voice.

"What do you mean...? I told you I'm throwing you a birthday party." He gestured back at the din coming from the house, "What do you think all this is? Isn't it good enough?"

"You haven't even noticed I was sitting in the kitchen for the past two hours!" Mahdi's voice rose. 

"You were? Damn Mahdi, I thought maybe this would be a good chance for you to make friends, but if you're just gonna..."

"Don't make this my fault" Mahdi hissed, stomping down the back steps to stand in the yard. Was Chris really taking that angle? His older brother Chris, who'd stayed an extra year in high school just so he could keep being popular and playing football. He had no idea what it felt like to have to try to make friends.

Behind him he heard Chris sigh, "Mahdi..." and the sound of footsteps slowly descending the steps. "I don't know what you want. Do you want me to ignore my friends and just hang out with you?"

Mahdi whirled around, "Yes, I do!" he finally admitted, hands balled into fists. He would probably regret being so needy once he woke up tomorrow, but in the heat of the moment, it was the right thing to say.

Chris leaned against the wall with his hands in his pockets. "Don't be silly, you're eighteen now, you're not a kid. You don't need my attention all the-" 

Suddenly there were no more words coming from his brother's mouth, because Mahdi had covered it with his own. Maybe this will make him pay attention, he thought. Chris didn't resist; he was too stunned. Mahdi kissed him deeply, almost to the point of using tongue, and when he pulled away, Chris stared at him in bewilderment. He was still pressed in close to his older brother, and he still didn't feel like Chris understood how serious he was.

"You can't ignore this." he quickly began undoing Chris' belt, his fly. Before he could stop himself, his hands were in his underwear, pulling out his brother's cock. 

"H-hey what-!" Chris moved to push Mahdi away, but was stopped by the sudden feel of his brother's lips on the head of his penis. This was wrong, this was stupid. But it felt so good.

Mahdi took more of the shaft into his mouth. He pumped his lips up and down, listening to Chris' muffled gasps from above. He knew he wasn't thinking of anyone else. He sucked his brother sensuously, drawing it out. For his first time, he was doing pretty well. He let the cock slide from his mouth, saliva trailing down the shaft, and began to lick it up and down. "This is better than the party." He said softly, breath warm against the base of his brother's cock. 

He didn't know if Chris heard him, but from above his brother's breathless voice said, "Mahdi, if I don't...I'm gonna come if you keep..." his brother couldn't help himself. He started to suck slowly on the head of Chris' penis, feeling himself getting hard from the soft moans from above. His brother put his hand lightly on the back of Mahdi's head, and he knew he had him. Chris wasn't going to stop this.

He sucked harder, his tongue tickling the tip, and felt his brother contract. Warm cum spilled into his mouth, his brother couldn't stifle his moan as he came. Mahdi was a little surprised, but he liked the tasted. He swallowed the cum, letting some trail away from his lips as he moved from his brother's dick.

He stood up slowly, looking into his brother's eyes. He could see the confusion, the aftermath of the orgasm that had been caused by his little brother. But he didn't expect what happened next. Chris pulled him close, his tongue finding its way into Mahdi's mouth. Mahdi felt himself getting harder inside his skinny jeans. But he embraced Chris, gasping and panting as they made out. Their tongues mingled, mixing saliva and cum with wet sounds. Mahdi's dick was so hard it hurt by the time Chris started unzipping his pants. He gasped at the feel of his brother's hand on his cock. Chris began stroking it as he pressed his mouth against the younger boy's. But Mahdi was almost too seized by pleasure to offer anything back. He was only a little surprised by what started to happen; the rest of him just screamed how much he wanted it. 

Chris slipped down the back of his little brother's pants, underwear at all, and moved around behind him. Mahdi braced himself on the wall, almost unable to keep himself standing as his brother continued to stroke his dick. He felt something hard against his ass, and realized Chris had been so turned on he was able to get hard again. He wanted him so bad; he had to stop himself from begging Chris to just put it in already. 

He gave a high-pitched little moan as he felt his brother enter him. Chris gasped from the tightness of Mahdi's ass; pushing himself deeper, the further he went he felt it become easier to fuck him. 

"Oh god..." the younger brother moaned, feeling the cock slide faster and faster into his tight ass. His fingers clung to the wall as he tried to keep himself up. He wanted to come so badly. Chris had one arm around his waist, and the other hand on his dick, still pumping furiously in time with his thrusts. From the panting he heard behind him, he knew Chris couldn't last much longer either. 

"I want you, to come in me," Mahdi gasped, feeling his orgasm welling up inside.

"Are you close?" his brother managed to get out, already starting to speed up. 

"Mmmm..." Mahdi moaned in response, his cock already twitching under Chris' hand.

His brother slammed into him even harder, the desperate thrusts of a man about to blow his load. Chris pushed his cock into his brother all the way up to the base, and stayed deep inside him as he let out a moan.

Mahdi felt his brother's cum filling him, a warm, wet sensation, and couldn't hold back much longer. He cried out in pleasure, his own cum spilling down over Chris' hand. Chris stroked him a few more times, pumping the rest of his cum out and making him moan again. Slowly, he felt his brother's cock slide out of his ass, and felt the cum begin to drip into his pants. He turned around to face his brother as he came to the end of his orgasm, cum still dripping from his penis. Chris moved close for one last panting, deep kiss, their hot breath on each other's faces. 

It was then that the gravity of what had happened struck Chris. I was suddenly very glad for the loud music of the house. He felt his hands covered in his little brother's cum and suddenly wanted very much to not have to deal with this. 

"I'm gonna...end the party. Tell everyone to go home. Um..." without finishing, he turned around, zipping up his pants as he walked back into the house. 

Mahdi leant against the wall, still dealing with the aftermath of the orgasm. At least his brother couldn't possibly ignore him now.



It's My Party & I'll Cry If I Want To



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My name is Jean and I have a story to tell to all of you who might be contemplating cheating on your spouse, or significant other. I did it to my husband and paid dearly for it. Let me tell you how it happened...

About a year ago, my husband, Jay, and I hosted a pool party. It was a hot July day and we were looking forward to an afternoon and evening of fun. We invited eight couples, among them were Jim and Lori. Jim and Lori were our best friends and we had enjoyed their company many times over the last two years.

I've always had a strong attraction to Jim, he and Jay are about the same size, but he's a little better looking and a lot more fun to be around. Almost every time we get together, Jim and I wind up talking, and flirting with each other, and Jay and Lori spend a lot of time together. Jay and I had never talked about it, but it was obvious that he and Lori had a strong attraction to one another, also, but in a more subtle, quiet way.

Jay and I had been married three years, and Jim and Lori about four years, and none of us had children. Our marriage was good, but not great. We argued a lot and spent much of our time being angry with one another, therefore, our sex life left something to be desired. Making up hadn't been all that it's been cracked up to be. When we did have sex, it was great, as Jay was a fantastic lover, and he knew just how to please me.

Don't get me wrong, I loved Jay, he was a strong, steady, proud, level-headed type of guy. He was good guy to be married to because I never had to worry about him cheating on me, because his strong sense of loyalty and fair play wouldn't allow him to do that. He had a great job and we lived a good life, but he was no fun. He was sort of quiet and dull, a party pooper, and as I said before, our sex life needed improvement.

Jim, on the other hand, was a brash, outgoing, fun loving guy who usually was the life of the party. I was more like Jim, as I loved to live it up, take some risks and have some fun. Lori, conversely, was more like Jay, quiet and reserved, I guess opposites do attract.

The day of the party, Jim was the last one to arrive, he came without Lori. He told us that she had come down with a bug that morning and really felt miserable, and talked him into coming without her.

I noticed the first time that we were in the pool together, that Jim was unusually aggressive that day, probably because Lori wasn't there. He was continually grabbing my ass or pinching my boobs, when he thought no one else was looking. I, of course, loved the attention, and I pinched his ass and grabbed his crotch several times myself.

When everyone tired of horsing around in the pool, Jay barbecued some hot dogs, hamburgers and sausage, and we all ate. As soon as Jay had finished eating, he got the portable stereo out, and put on some dance music.

Jim got me up and into his arms immediately, he saw a chance further his advances, and he took advantage of it. He continued his aggressive behavior, he held me close and continued to feel me up every chance he got, and I loved every minute of it. He noticed that I was getting aroused and I noticed his erection, how could I miss it when he poked me with it every chance he got. He began to whisper suggestive things into my ear, such as, 'Tonight's the night, baby' and 'I'm ready for you, are you ready for me?'

While I was fooling around with Jim, Jay played the perfect host, making sure everybody had fresh drinks and snacks, and making the rounds of all the guests. He didn't seem to notice the extra attention that Jim was paying me. I glanced over at him occasionally, but never caught him checking us out. Jim didn't seem to care about anybody else except me.

As the evening wore on, I had consumed more than my share of alcohol and Jim continued his teasing. I became extremely aroused, and my pussy was dripping wet. I could hardly wait for the guests to leave so that I could jump my husband's bones, I wanted fucked, and I wanted it bad.

As aroused as Jim had gotten me, I hadn't seriously considered fucking him. I wanted fucked, but I wanted my husband. However, Jim was persistent, he accelerated his advances to the point where it became obvious to me that he was serious about getting into my pants. At that point, I began to think of how enjoyable it would be, a different man, a different cock, but I continued to reject the idea. I didn't want to cheat on Jay, but Jim kept the thought fresh in my mind.

Jim's persistence finally wore down my resistance when he maneuvered me into a dark corner and kissed me passionately. I kissed him back and I knew then that we had gone beyond the point of no return.

"You sneak up to your bedroom, I'll join you in a few minutes," he told me, then kissed me again.

I did as he suggested, sat on the bed and waited. All I could think of was his cock and getting the fucking that I sorely needed. I had no thoughts of the consequences of my actions.

Jim joined me in a few minutes, as he entered, he closed and locked the bedroom door. He came over to me and we groped and fumbled with each other's clothes until we were both naked.

He laid me back on the bed, straddled my chest and rubbed his hard cock over my tits and my face, ending up on my lips. I took it in my mouth hungrily. It was at this point where I had my first rational thought in a long while, I observed that Jim's cock was a little smaller than Jays, but it didn't slow me down. He fucked my face as I sucked on him until he came into my mouth, full force. It was such a big load that I almost gagged on it, but somehow managed to swallow it all.

He moved down between my legs and proceeded to orally assault my pussy. I was so turned on that I came almost immediately, but he continued. I soon had another orgasm, this time it was a major one as I convulsed and screamed in ecstasy.

By the time I had settled down from my orgasm, Jim was hard again. He moved up over my spread-eagled body and began to rub the head of his cock up and down my overly moist slit. Each time he touched my clit, I moaned with pleasure. He teased me like that for a few minutes, then positioned himself at the entrance to my love canal and plunged his cock in, as I gasped.

He started thrusting in and out, slowly at first, then increasing the tempo to a feverish, animalistic pace. I must have cum three more times before he shot another load, this time deep into my pussy.

We rested only a few minutes before he was ready to go again. He turned me over and had me get on my knees and stick my ass up into the air. He entered my pussy from behind and gave me another major fucking. I had two more serious orgasms before he came for the third time.

It was at that point that we both realized that we had lost track of time, we had been fucking for much longer than we had intended. "We'd better get back down to the party. I'll go first and you follow in about five minutes," Jim stated.

As soon as Jim had dressed and left the bedroom, I noticed several major wet spots on the bed spread. I quickly removed it, threw it into the hamper and put another one on. I got dressed, fixed myself up a bit, and started down the stairs.

As I began my descent, I heard Jay talking, or yelling at someone in a loud, angry tone. I couldn't make out what he was saying, but he was obviously upset. I didn't think much about it until I reached the bottom of the steps and noticed that everyone had gone. 'Oh my god! Everyone's gone! Jay's sure to suspect what Jim and I had been up to! What'll I do? Oh my God! I hate myself, why was I so stupid?' I began to tremble with the realization that Jay was probably aware of my indiscretion.

My worst fears were confirmed when I entered the family room and saw Jay, and no one else, not even Jim. He just stood with his hands on his hips and glared at me. I tried, but because of my guilt feelings, couldn't maintain eye contact with him, he was obviously pissed.

My face felt flushed and tears were beginning to swell in my eyes as I looked up at Jay. He continued to glare and said nothing. I dropped my head in shame once again. I can't describe how awful and how guilty I felt at that moment. I had betrayed him, my husband, the man I loved. I wanted to crawl into a hole and hide, anything but face him.

The silence was deafening, as we stood there, not 10 feet apart, saying nothing to one another. I was at a loss for words for one of the few times in my life and he just glared at me in silence. We stood like that for what seemed to me to be hours, but in reality was only a few minutes. It was then that I felt a wetness creeping from my crotch down my left thigh, it was Jim's cum oozing out of my pussy. It was a horrible reminder of my slutty behavior, I burst out in tears, turned and ran up the stairs and into the bathroom.

I stayed in the bathroom until I was able to compose myself. I knew that I had to face the music sometime, so I cleaned my pussy up as best I could, wiped the tears and stepped out of the bathroom. I was prepared to confess, throw myself at his mercy and beg his forgiveness. I needed him to talk to me, I couldn't stand the silence, the aloofness that he had shown earlier. I wanted him to yell at me, scream obscenities, whatever, but I desperately needed him to talk to me.

I walked into the master bedroom, expecting to find him, but he wasn't there. I noticed that the spare bedroom door was closed, I went over to it and tried to turn the knob, but it was locked. 'He's shutting me out! I need him to talk to me now. Why is he torturing me so?'

"Jay, are you in there?" I shouted, and received no response. I shouted a few more times, with the same result. Of course he was in there, the door only locks from the inside.

I went into our bedroom, thew myself on the bed face down and began to sob again. 'My marriage is over, I just know it is. Why, oh why was I so stupid! I wish I could relive last evening, I'd never do what I did.'

I cried myself to sleep and didn't wake up until early afternoon the next day, which was a Sunday. I went looking for Jay, but he was nowhere to be found. I checked that garage, and his car was gone. I started crying again, I couldn't help myself, I felt so miserable.

I finally made my way into the kitchen and fixed myself a pot of coffee. As I was sipping on the first cup, the phone rang.

"Hello."

"Hi Jean, this is Jim."

I reacted angrily to hearing his voice, after all it was he that was responsible for my misery, "Jim, you bastard, what the fuck do you want now? Haven't you fucked my life up enough already?"

"Look baby, I didn't rape you, it takes two to tango. You can blame me if you want, but the truth is that we're equal partners in the crime, if it was a crime."

"What do you want, anyway?"

"I'm looking for Lori, I think she might have talked to Jay this morning while I was still in bed, the son-of-a-bitch. If he told her about us, I'll kick the shit out of him."

"You're unbelievable, you betray him by fucking his wife behind his back, then threaten to beat him up if he tells your wife?"

"Well, friends ain't supposed to rat on each other, it's just not done."

"Friends aren't supposed to fuck their wives behind their back, either."

"Oh, what do you know, you're a woman. Women just don't understand these things. Anyway, I assume he isn't there."

"No, he isn't, he was gone when I got up. I have no idea where he might be."

"I was afraid of that, if he so much as touches Lori, I'll..."

"You're something else, I hope he fucks her brains out. We both deserve that and more."

"Yeah, well if he does, he'll be sorry." He paused, then added, "Hey, since they're out, probably together, what about you and I getting together again?"

"You're a sick mother-fucker! I never want to look at you again, let alone fuck you."

Click, I hung up on him.

I moped around the house most of the day feeling sorry for myself and wondering what Jay was up to. In a way, I had hoped that he was fucking Lori, that way maybe he could get my indiscretion out of his system and we could get over this hump. Then again, what if he liked her better than me? Oh hell, I was suffering so much.

Jay didn't come home until late that evening. I met him at the door, not knowing what to expect, but I was so happy to see him. He first glared at me again, but when I maintained eye contact, his glare softened somewhat.

I moved to him and threw my arms around him, he didn't respond. "Jay, I'm so glad that you're home. I'm so sorry for last night, I have no excuses, but it was a horrible mistake, just horrible. Please forgive me, please."

His arms still at his side, he replied in a calm and calculating tone, "It's too late, what you did to me last night is not forgivable. Divorce is the only course of action you've given me, I have not choice."

I was stunned, as much as I had grieved over the last 15 or 20 hours, I had been able to convince myself that we would eventually be able to work things out. Even though I thought about it a lot, I hadn't expected him to want a divorce. I was too stunned to even cry, I just backed away from him and looked into his eyes, questioning his statement.

"I didn't sleep at all last night, thinking about the situation. After much consternation, I finally reached a decision. I called Lori, she and I have spent the entire day talking about the predicament that you and Jim have put us in, and before you ask, we didn't fuck, we only talked. We finally agreed that we would both seek a divorce, and will be married when they're final. You've placed me in a position where divorce is the only option I have."

I began to tremble uncontrollably, as Jay helped me over to the couch and sat me down. I broke out in tears again, I didn't think I had any left, but out they poured. My life, as I knew it, was over. It was very scary and I wasn't able to cope very well.

Jay sat next to me and tried to calm me down. He was concerned, but not overly so. After a while I did calm down a little.

"Why, Jay, why?"

"You'll probably never be able to understand how I felt last night because you don't seem to live by the same set of rules that I do, but I'll try to explain, anyway. It's not in my nature to forgive what you did because I can't comprehend me doing anything like that to you. I could never deceive you because I knew that if I did it would hurt you, and I just couldn't do that. When you did it to me, you killed any feelings that I had for you just as surely as if you had run a sword through me. The hurt that I felt when I realized what you had done was only exceeded by my humiliation. The humiliation that comes from the fact that you let another man, a so-called friend, cuckold me, essentially right in front of our other friends."

He paused for a short while, then continued, "I saw how you two were teasing each other all afternoon and evening while you left me to tend to our other guests. I caught several glimpses of Jim grabbing your ass and pinching your boobs, and you giggled, did nothing to stop him. I was well aware that things could get out of hand, and they did because you let them. Don't you think that if I saw what was going on, our other guests didn't see it too? Don't you think that they didn't know what was going on when you weren't there to bid them good night? It doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what they were thinking. You weren't there to see the looks in their eyes as they bade me good night. They looked at me with a combination of pity and disrespect, pity for what you were doing to me, and disrespect for me allowing it to happen right in my own house, while I was there. No, you leave me no choice; divorce is the only answer. Otherwise, I could never face my friends, again. It's the only way that I can get back my self respect and the respect of my friends."

I cried as I listened to everything that he had to say, then I cried some more. 'How could I have done this to him, to me? I just didn't think, I was too engrossed in my own pleasure, I just didn't think. Now it's too late, I deserve what I get. I have no one to blame but myself.'

Jay went on, "I think you need to know something else, just in case you decide to take up with Jim. I confronted him as he came down the stairs, and instead of being embarrassed or apologetic, he looked me right in the eye with a smirk on his face. He was silently gloating over having just fucked my wife, challenging me to do something about it. I suppose that he wanted me to take a swing at him, but you know I'm not that kind of person. I didn't think that even he would do something like that, but he did. Of course it pissed me off and I shouted several obscenities at him as he walked out the door. I think that you can do a lot better than him. You're still a beautiful woman, you'll find somebody, and hopefully you've learned something from this sordid affair."

I felt so bad for Jay, for what I had put him through, that I granted him the divorce. He's a fair man and gave me half of everything, but I don't have him. He belongs to Lori now, they married three months after the divorces were final. The old saying about not appreciating what you have until you've lost it certainly applies in my case. I missed him so much, so very much, that my life had become empty, a void existed that I didn't know how to fill.

Jim gave Lori a bad time when she asked for the divorce, and had every intention to fight her to the bitter end. When I found out about it, I threatened to testify against him, to confess to our fucking behind our spouse's backs. He reluctantly relented and granted her the divorce.

I was in a constant state of depression for months. I finally sought professional help and eventually recovered, but I did learn my lesson, the hard way.

If I ever get a second chance at love, I'll be sure and not fuck it up the way I did the first one.

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