0 comments/ 114899 views/ 6 favorites Seven Minutes In Heaven Ch. 1 By: jallen944 Amber closed her eyes. Her lips were open just a bit, showing the tips of her teeth. Her face angled forward, anticipating the kiss. She was pretty and she had straight brown hair and she was a year older, in ninth grade. None of that mattered, though, not there, not then. Pam closed her own eyes, tilted her head to the side, and kissed her. Amber moaned. Her lips were soft and moist. Her tongue touched Pam's lips and pushed into her mouth. Pam's blood surged in her veins, and she could not prevent her own soft moan. Amber's hands touched her hips, moved up and squeezed her boobs. Pam felt a twitch deep in her belly. "Shit, you girls get me fucking hot," Del said. Pam pressed her warm belly to Amber's belly. Her head spun. How had she wound up there, in that strange bathroom, in that strange house, kissing Amber while this strange guy watched? It was all so unreal, like it wasn't happening to her. But it was, because she could feel Amber's tongue in her mouth, and now her hand was moving down her back to her ass. And Del was right there beside them, leaning against the counter. Pam could hear his heavy breathing. It was Debbie, of course. Debbie brought her to this house to get laid, then abandoned her, ditched her again for Joe Molino. They almost didn't find the house. "I think that's the one," Debbie said, pointing with a cigarette between two fingers. One of the houses in the middle of the block had a bunch of cars parked in front and all the lights on. They could hear the pounding music even from that far away. Pam sighed. It was about time. They had been walking up and down these streets for more than an hour. Her legs were tired. She just wanted to sit down, didn't even care if there were any cute guys at the party for her to hang out with. They walked up to the door and tried the doorbell. Through the front windows they could see people filling the living room. No one came to open the door. Pam and Debbie looked at each other. From inside, the loud music reverberated through the walls. Pam reached for the door handle. It turned and the door opened. Instantly, the music was louder. Pam followed Debbie inside and shut the door again. The house was crowded. The music made the floor vibrate. Debbie leaned close to Pam's ear. "Isn't this so cool?" she said, shouting over the noise. Pam just nodded. All around the living room people were sitting and talking. Everyone had a red or blue plastic cup. Some couples were dancing, and others were making out and feeling each other up in different corners. Pam leaned close to Debbie's ear, rising on her toes. "Where's Jim?" she shouted. Debbie shrugged and shook her head. The door opened behind them. Pam and Debbie moved forward through the crowd to get out of the way. A pair of older guys came in, carrying two cases of beer between them. Pam and Debbie watched them go by. Debbie was grinning. "This is gonna be great," she said. Pam noticed a head of bright blonde hair pushing through the crowd behind Debbie, coming in their direction. It was Bethany Simpson. She emerged between them, holding a red plastic cup and grinning. "Oh my God. I can't believe you guys are here. Isn't this just an awesome party?" she said, looking between Pam and Debbie. Pam could only stare at her. This wasn't like Bethany Simpson at all. She never hung out with her or Debbie, never even talked to them. Why was she talking to them now? Debbie leaned close to Bethany's ear and shouted something about how great it was to be there. Bethany said something back, took Debbie's hand and pulled her through the crowd. Pam followed in their wake before the mass of people cut her off. They wound up in the kitchen, which was just as crowded as the rest of the house. The two guys with the cases of beer were already there, passing out bottles. "You guys want some beer?" Bethany said. Debbie said yes right away and stepped forward to take a bottle from one of the guys. Pam was shaking. It was exciting just to be at a party where people were drinking beer. She decided she wanted some, too and stepped forward for a bottle just like Debbie. The guy who put a bottle in her hand was cute. He looked older, and had a square jaw, wavy blonde hair and deep, green eyes. "Thanks," Pam said and smiled. He smiled back. Her face became warm. She turned around quickly. Debbie was gone. Bethany was still there, talking to another girl, but Debbie was nowhere in sight. Pam rose on her toes to search for her among all those strange people. Why would she just leave like that? Pam felt herself start to panic. What was she going to do all alone? "Hey Pam, you know Amber, don't you?" Bethany said. "Hi," Amber said. She had long, straight brown hair and was drinking from her blue plastic cup with a straw. "Hi," Pam said with a quick smile. She turned the cold bottle in her hands. "Where did Debbie go?" Bethany looked puzzled for a second. "Debbie? She went to play Seven Minutes in Heaven. Why?" she said, pointing into the other room. Pam looked that way and finally saw Debbie. She let out a deep breath. Debbie was talking to a guy, and when he turned around Pam saw it was ... Joe Molino. "What is that?" Pam said. "Seven Minutes in Heaven? Well, it's like this cool game where they lock you in a closet with a guy for like seven minutes and you can make out or whatever you want." Pam did not take her eyes off Debbie or Joe. They talked for a second, then went into the closet and someone closed the door on them. "What else?" Pam said. Bethany shrugged. "You know. Whatever you can think of." Amber touched Pam's hand and grinned. "If you hurry, you can get a guy to fuck you pretty good in seven minutes," she said. She looked at Bethany and they both giggled. "What are you drinking?" Bethany said. Amber looked down into her plastic cup. "Vodka and cranberry juice. If you drink it through a straw it gets you so drunk like, so fast." She and Bethany giggled again. Pam burned inside. She was surrounded by people she didn't know and felt all alone. Her only friend had abandoned her. Not only that, Debbie left to have sex again with the guy she wanted. It wasn't fair. What could they be doing in that closet? Debbie was popular with all the guys. She was good at teasing them in the hallways. Debbie knew how to wiggle her ass and drive the guys crazy. There was no doubt every one of them wanted to get in her pants, and most already had. Pam sipped from the bottle. The beer was bitter, but she didn't care. If she closed her eyes, she could see Debbie making out with Joe in the closet, could see them feeling each other up, then they were naked, having sex right on the other side of that door. How could everyone else in the room not know what they were doing in there? But then, that was what they expected. "Wanna try some?" Amber said. She held her cup out for Pam. The end of the straw had a smear of pink lipstick. "Sure," Pam said. She wiped the pink smear off with her thumb and took a long sip. It tasted a little sweet, a little sour, like cranberries, but also had a bitter, dry taste underneath. "That's good," Pam said, and gave the cup back to Amber. "It gets you wasted better than beer. That stuff tastes like shit," Amber said, and sucked on the straw. Pam looked at the bottle. Amber was right, it did taste better than beer. Bethany grabbed Pam's hand and dragged her out of the kitchen. "Come on. I want you to meet someone," she said. They went down a short hallway to a quieter back room. A bunch of guys were sitting around a table, playing cards. Bethany and Pam sat down next to the cute guy with the wavy blonde hair and the green eyes. "Hi Del. This is Pam," Bethany said. Del looked at Pam the way he did when he gave her the beer. "Hi Pam," he said. "Hi." One of the other guys at the table said something and Del turned back to the table and looked at the cards in his hand. Pam could only watch, with her hands in her lap. She knew nothing about cards. Beside her, Bethany watched with wide eyes, too. "I see your ten," the guy at the other side of the table said. A pretty girl stood beside him, looking down at his cards. "See it with what? You got no money to bet with," Del said. The other guy looked around and noticed the girl standing beside him. "I bet Sidney." "What? Are you crazy?" she said. Del laughed. "Dude, you can't bet your girlfriend." "Sure I can. What's the big deal?" "You're nuts. That's what the big deal is," Sidney said. "Relax baby. You got nothing to worry about." "What if I don't want to? What about that?" The guy to Del's right held up his hand. "It's cool. It's cool. I'll take that bet. Show me what you got," he said. Del shrugged. A few of the other guys put their cards down. The guy seated next to his girlfriend laid out each card in his hand one at a time. "I got a full house, queens and fours," he said, grinning. Del threw down his cards, shaking his head. The guy seated to his right stared at the other guy's cards. "Well, what do you got?" He put his cards down slowly. "Straight. King high." The table was silent. The other guy's mouth fell open. Sidney's hand squeezed on his shoulder. Then the other guys at the table started laughing, including Del. Sidney slapped her boyfriend's shoulder. "You stupid jerk. What am I supposed to do now?" she said. The guy to Del's right stood up. "You're gonna come with me," he said. He walked around the table and grabbed her wrist. "What are we gonna do?" she said. "You'll see. Don't worry, dude. I'll bring her back when I'm done." Everyone in the room watched them leave. The guy at the other side of the table could only stare with his jaw hanging open. All the other guys laughed again. Del turned to Pam and Amber. "You girls wanna get another beer with me?" he said. They nodded and followed him back to the kitchen. Pam tried to get a look at his ass in his jeans, but Amber walked ahead of her and blocked her view. Del opened another bottle of beer for himself. Amber refilled her cup with vodka and cranberry juice, and made a cup for Pam. "Can I have a straw too?" Pam said. Amber got her a straw and she and Pam stood beside each other, leaning against the counter, sipping through their straws. "So Pam, where are you from?" Del said. He tilted the bottle of beer to his lips. "Millford." Del nodded. "How old are you?" "Eighteen. I'll be nineteen next summer." "That's cool." "Your brother's on the hockey team, isn't he?" Amber said. Pam nodded, holding the straw between her lips. She was feeling a bit dizzy, and for some reason very happy. The juice didn't taste nearly as bitter as before. "Is that right? What's his name?" Del said. "Ethan." Del nodded again. "I think I heard of him." "Del was my sister's boyfriend," Amber said. "Yeah, but we broke up about a month ago," he said. "I'm sorry," Pam said. "It's ok. I'm over it," Del said with a shrug. He put his bottle on the counter and held out his hand for Pam. "You wanna dance? I really like this song." Pam looked at Amber with a grin, feeling her face grow warm. Amber smiled back. "Sure," Pam said. She put her cup on the counter next to the bottle and put her hand in his. He smiled at her. She felt a tingle down her spine. They danced to a slow song in the middle of the big living room with a few other couples. One guy was making out with a girl, and his hands were on her ass. Del put his hands on Pam's hips. She put her arms around his neck and swung her hips side to side, looking up into his eyes. He was so good looking. She couldn't believe he was dancing with her. Del lowered his head to her shoulder. His warm breath tickled her neck and made her shiver. Their hips moved together, swaying with the slow music. She felt his hard penis rubbing against her belly. Del held her close, like he wanted her to notice it. "I like this song," Pam said, whispering in his ear. "Yeah, me too." Del's lips brushed the warm skin on her neck. His hands moved to her ass. Pam sucked in a deep breath. It felt good to be touched like that. He could leave his hands there all night. "Check that shit out," Del said. Pam lifted her head from his shoulder. The guy and the girl next to them weren't making out anymore. She was on her knees in front of him. The fly of his jeans was open and the end of his thing was in her mouth. His eyes were closed and his hands were on top of her head, in her long, straight black hair, moving her head back and forth. His dick looked huge in her tiny mouth. Only a few other people in the room were watching. "That is some freaky kind of shit," Del said. "Yeah." His hand moved up her side and squeezed her breast. Pam sucked in her breath. Jolts of electricity shot through her body. She pushed her chest out. "Kiss me," Del said. Pam kissed him and felt a shiver down her spine. His lips pressed gently against her lips, then harder and harder, and she felt his tongue searching for a way into her mouth. She let her lips part and it forced its way in. Pam moaned. God, it felt good. He could kiss her like that any time, could put his hands on her anywhere. If he pushed her to her knees, she would suck his dick, right there in front of everyone. If he asked her to go with him to one of the bedrooms, she would fuck him in a second. Del's other hand moved down the curve of her back to her ass and squeezed and pulled her tight against his body. The bulge of his hard penis dug into her belly through their jeans. "Let's go outside," Del said. Pam nodded, staring into his green eyes. This was what she was waiting for. He took her hand and led her through the house to a back room, where he opened the sliding glass door. They stepped out onto the deck and he closed the door. Suddenly they were alone together in the quiet and the dark. Overhead, the sky visible through the trees was crowded with stars. The loud music inside the house was just a low drone. "What do you wanna do out here?" Pam said. "Make out." "Is that all?" Del shrugged. "We'll see." He leaned back against the railing. Pam stepped between his feet and leaned against him. He put his hands low on her hips and she put her palms flat on his chest. The ridge of his erection fit snug against her crotch. "You're pretty hot," he said. His warm breath touched her cheek. "You're hot, too. Aren't they gonna miss you at the card game?" Del smirked and shook his head. "They already took all my money." He pulled her closer and kissed her. His tongue pushed into her mouth again. His fingers slipped under the bottom edge of her shirt and touched her bare skin. "I wanna feel your tits," he said. His hand was already snaking up her shirt. Pam moaned and squirmed against his body. She should have listened to Debbie and removed her bra. He pushed her shirt up. His cool hands felt great on her warm skin. Should she take the bra off? But he was already squeezing her boobs and his tongue was deep in her mouth. Then he pushed his knee between her legs and she rubbed her crotch on his thigh, and the only thing that went through her mind was how soon they could find an empty bed. Del tore his mouth from her lips. "I'll be back in a second," he said. "Wh-What? Where are you going?" Pam said. She fell against the railing and the night air was suddenly cold on her bare middle. "I gotta go inside. I'll be right back." He disappeared through the sliding glass door. Pam held her breath, but he was gone. She blinked. Her head spun. What did she say? Did she touch him the wrong way? No, he liked it, just like her. She pulled her shirt back down and crossed her arms. He was coming back, wasn't he? But he was gone a long time. Pam watched the sky overhead until she got tired of waiting and went inside. The first place she looked was the card game, but he wasn't there. He wasn't in the kitchen, either, or any other room. She stopped at the bottom of the stairway, staring up to the darkened floor above. Could he be up there, maybe with another girl, maybe with Debbie? Shaking her head, Pam pushed back through the crowd of kids to the bathroom just down the hall from the kitchen. Another guy was talking with two girls and Pam had to push them out of the way to get to the door. She knocked and no one answered, so she opened the door. Inside, she saw the back of a girl with long brown hair in the arms of a guy whose face she couldn't see. "Excuse me," Pam said, and backed out. "Hey Pam, don't go," the guy said. Pam stopped, staring. It was Del. The girl in his arms turned to look, and it was Amber. "I was ... I was looking for you," Pam said. "Yeah, I found Amber." Del's hands moved down to Amber's ass in the snug jeans and squeezed. Amber grinned. "Come on in. Close the door." "What are you guys doing?" Pam said, and cringed. How could she ask such a stupid question? "Just making out. You wanna make out?" Del said. He looked at Amber. Pam's mouth opened. Was he serious? Of course she wanted to make out with him, but she didn't want to share him with Amber or anyone else. She wanted Del for herself. She wanted to be the one who lay beneath him and looked up into his green eyes while he pushed his healthy cock between her legs. Pam shrugged. "Sure, I guess," she said, and went in and closed the door. Del took one hand off Amber's ass and held his arm out. "Come on over here," he said. Pam stepped into his arm and it slipped around her waist. As she leaned against him, she glanced down and noticed a fat bulge in the front of his jeans. Amber smiled at her. Pam smiled back. "Yeah, see, this is pretty cool," he said. Amber rolled her eyes and tilted her head closer to Pam. "Del's always into doing crazy stuff. He was like that when he was going out with my sister," she said. "Your sister?" Pam said. "Yeah, Heather. She had one hot ass, too, just like Amber." Del smacked Amber's ass and she squealed. "Isn't she here tonight?" Pam said. Del's other hand moved down to her ass, and her breasts flattened against his chest. "No, hell no. We split up a month ago." Amber's fingers scratched Del's chest where the top buttons of his shorts were open. "That was when Del and me started doing it." "Shit, we were doing it before that," Del said. He turned to Pam. "Heather broke up with me 'cause she caught me fucking Amber." Amber giggled. "Heather thought it was like, all this big deal that Del was fucking my ass and hers at the same time. She wanted you all for herself, right?" She shrugged and looked at Pam. Her hand moved down Del's front to his crotch and squeezed the bulge. "I don't mind sharing him with other girls. I know he's got enough to go around." Amber leaned forward with her mouth open. Del's mouth was open and his tongue stuck out. Their lips locked together and their jaws worked like they were eating each other up. Amber moaned. Her hips rocked under Del's hand, rubbing her belly on his hip. Her hand worked over the thick bulge that stretched down the leg of his jeans. Pam licked her lips. In her belly, she felt a twinge. The long, thick shape in Del's jeans looked very good, and she couldn't wait to feel it between her legs. Their kiss ended with a smack. A string of saliva stretched between their lips. Del turned to Pam. "Kiss me," he said. Pam swallowed, closed her eyes, let her mouth open just like Amber, and leaned forward. Her lips touched Del's and she suddenly felt like she was going to explode. His hand moved up the curve of her back, then down to her ass and pulled her tight against him. She pushed on his chest. His knee forced her legs apart and his thigh rubbed on her warm crotch. Seven Minutes In Heaven Ch. 1 Del's tongue squirmed in her mouth. She was moaning just like Amber, churning her hips just like Amber. Waves of pleasure rolled through her body from her groin, and her knees became weak. Del held her up, forcing her harder against his leg. Pam let her hand fall to Del's groin. Amber's hand moved aside and Pam ran her fingers over the thick, hard ridge in the leg of Del's jeans. "Now, why don't you girls kiss each other?" he said. Pam stared at him, then looked at Amber. She was staring back, and the corners of her mouth were turned up. Pam blinked. Was he serious? She didn't even know Amber, and he wanted them to make out? Amber closed her eyes. Her lips were open just a bit, showing the tips of her teeth. Her face angled forward, anticipating the kiss. Pam closed her own eyes, tilted her head to the side, and kissed her. Amber moaned. Her lips were soft and moist. Her tongue touched Pam's lips and pushed into her mouth. Pam's blood surged in her veins, and she could not prevent her own soft moan. Amber's hands touched her hips, moved up and squeezed her boobs. Pam felt a twitch deep in her belly. "Shit, you girls get me fucking hot," Del said. Pam pressed her warm belly to Amber's belly. Her head spun. Amber's hand moved down her back to her ass. Pam could hear Del's heavy breathing. "Amber, baby, why don't you kiss her neck?" Del said. She glanced at him and nodded. She bent forward again and kissed Pam just below her right ear. "Oh yes." Pam stretched her chin up high. Amber's lips moved down her neck to her collarbone, smacking softly. Her gentle touch tingled. "Does that feel good?" Amber said. Her breath was warm on Pam's skin. "Yes." Pam reached up and squeezed Amber's boob. "You girls are looking Goddamn good to me," Del said. Amber put her lips over Pam's mouth again and pushed her tongue in. Pam moaned, swirling her tongue around Amber's. "Pam, why don't you suck my cock now?" Del said. She looked into his eyes. "Ok." She dropped to her knees in front of him. He was leaning back against the sink and his cock strained within his jeans. He and Amber were both looking down at her. Pam unfastened the button, pulled the zipper down, and peeled the two sides away like the skin of a banana. The curly hair on his mound was a darker, sandier blonde than the hair on his head. She slipped her hand down into his jeans, closed her fingers around his cock and pulled it out. "Yeah baby, suck on it for me." Pam licked her lips. She was breathing hard, and her hand moved back and forth on his dick. She stuck out her tongue and poked the tip into the tiny slit. She licked around the flared head and gave it a kiss. Del gasped. "Suck on it, baby," he said. He put his hand on top of her head and pulled her toward his cock. Pam opened her mouth wide, letting it slip past her lips and teeth and settle on her tongue. He kept pulling her head closer, forcing his cock over her tongue to the back of her mouth. It touched back there and made her gag. Her lips touched his curly hair, and her jaw was stretched wide. He moved her head back and forth. "Yeah, keep doing it like that, baby," he said. He pushed with his hips at the same time he pulled her head closer. Pam couldn't get up, so she rocked with his motion, trying to anticipate before he shoved it too deep and made her gag. She swallowed once, but that let it go down her throat and she started coughing. Del only sighed. He was making out with Amber. Pam could just see them if she turned her eyes way up. Del's hand kept her head down. She tried to move faster to make him shoot his stuff in her mouth, but his hand was too strong and controlled her speed. Her mouth watered like she was starving. She drooled and slobbered all over Del's cock, and he didn't seem to mind. Pam, though, could feel it dripping on her chest where her shirt was open. Del's hand released her head. "Come on, baby, get up," he said. Pam paused a moment, then let his cock slip from her mouth. She stayed on her knees, staring up at him, her mouth hanging open. Amber giggled. "Look how wet you got it. I bet it's gonna go in real easy now," she said. She unbuttoned her jeans and shoved them down. Del maneuvered her in front of him with his hands on her hips so she was facing away and his dick was pointed at her ass. She bent at the waist and reached down between her legs. "Yeah, you got it, right there," Del said. He was breathing hard. From her knees, Pam could see the tip of his cock in Amber's pussy. Del squeezed her hips and pulled her back against him. She groaned and ran her fingers through her long hair. Amber smiled at Pam. "Thanks. You got him so hard and wet. I owe you one," she said. Pam got up and leaned against the door. Del rocked Amber pretty hard against his hips. She was moaning and squirming. His hands pushed her shirt up and squeezed her boobs. Pam was surprised to see she wasn't wearing a bra, either. Did all the girls at that party know that but her? After a while it was like she wasn't even there. Amber's long hair hung over her pretty face. She was bent forward with her hands on her knees. Pam turned the handle on the door and slipped out. A few people in the hall outside turned to look. Pam shut the door, but could clearly hear Amber's moans from inside. Everyone else could hear it, too. She smiled, and blushed, and walked away quickly. Off the kitchen was a utility room with a washer and dryer. It was empty and quiet, a small place where she could hide, and she took a deep breath. What was she going to do now? She could go back in there and find someone to dance with, and maybe take her into another bathroom like Del did with Amber. Or maybe she should just go home. But would Debbie be pissed if she left without her? She heard someone giggling nearby. Pam looked around. The door by the dryer was open a couple of inches. She peeked in and her mouth fell open. It was the garage and Debbie was in there with a guy she didn't recognize, and they were standing by a car, and she had her hands in his pants. Seven Minutes In Heaven Ch. 2 Debbie danced with the first guy who asked, a cute black guy with a gold tooth and twisty locks of hair. The noise of the music pounded through her body. He had his arm around her waist, holding her tight to his body, pressing his groin into her crotch. Debbie rocked her hips, grinding herself on his hard lump. She held the beer bottle in one hand and some of it spilled out, but what did she care? It wasn't her carpet. The guy leaned close and shouted something in her ear. She didn't understand what he said but nodded anyway. He was pretty cute. She wished she could remember his name. He took her hand and dragged her through the crowd of dancing people. They stopped at a group standing in front of a closet door. He said something to one of the girls, and she said something back. He turned to Debbie and put his hands on her hips. "What are we doing?" Debbie said. Her breasts flattened against his hard chest. "You ever play Seven Minutes In Heaven?" Debbie shook her head. "What is it?" He pointed to the closet door with his thumb. "You go in the closet and you get to do whatever you want for seven minutes." Debbie grinned. "Sounds like fun." "It is." One of the girls yanked the closet door open. A guy and a girl came out. He was grinning and she was pulling her halter top down. Some of the people standing in the group laughed. "Hey, we're next," Debbie's guy shouted. He jerked her arm and she went with him into the closet. The door closed and they were suddenly in the dark. The loud music outside was muffled. "This is kinda nice," Debbie said. She felt in the darkness for ... Damn, what was his name? "Yeah, real nice. Come here," he said. His big hands closed around her waist and pulled her against his body. His mouth planted over hers. Debbie tensed and resisted for a moment, but this was what she wanted, what she came to the party for. She let out a deep breath and relaxed in his grip. His tongue pushed deep into her mouth. His hand moved up and squeezed her breast. "You don't waste much time, do you?" Debbie said. "I don't got much time to waste." He pushed down on her shoulders with both hands. "So why don't you show me what you can do." His thumbs dug into her shoulders and she winced. He forced her to her knees. "Ow. You don't have to hurt me," she said. She rubbed the sore spots on her shoulders and heard a zipper. "Why don't you suck on this?" Debbie reached up, feeling in the darkness. She found his cock and gasped. It was a lot bigger than she expected. She put her hand around it. God, he was so big, and so hot. "We can go upstairs and I can finish you right, you know," she said. He grabbed her head. "Put it in your mouth." He jerked her head toward him and his dick hit her lips before she could get her mouth open. She opened wide and it went straight in and almost straight down her throat. "Now do your thing," he said, and released her head. Debbie took a moment to swallow and catch her breath. For a second, it looked like he was going to choke her on his cock. She sucked a lot of them, but never anything that thick or that long. Her jaw was stretched and her tongue was flattened under it. She put her hand around the base. Only a few inches were in her mouth. What if he manhandled her again and made her take it all the way down her throat? She heard of girls doing that with guys who were really long. Could she handle that? Just the thought of a cock going down her throat gave her chills. Debbie moved her head back and forth a few times. The guy, whatever his name was, moaned. His hips started moving, working the end of his cock in and out of her mouth. She could just barely move her tongue and licked as much as she could. "You got it. You got it now." Debbie sucked in her cheeks. With his cock in her mouth there wasn't much she could do. She licked and sucked the sides of the shaft, and even sucked on his balls, but with the end in her mouth, all she could do was move her head back and forth a little bit. Was that good enough for him? Was he getting into it? They'd been in there a long time. Was she going to finish him before they ran out of time? She sucked in her cheeks and moved her head faster. Above, the guy sighed. His hands tightened on her head and he pumped with his hips. Debbie tensed. It was close. Guys always did that kind of stuff when they were close. "Oh shit yeah," he said with a deep groan. The first shot of hot cum splashed on Debbie's tongue. She swallowed, and more hot cum quickly flooded her mouth. The door opened, flooding the closet with light. "Time's up," someone shouted. Debbie squealed, but her voice was muffled by the thick cock and all the cum in her mouth. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw all the people outside staring at them, their faces shocked, some laughing. She tried to get up, but the guy held her down, still pumping cum into her mouth. It gushed out of her mouth and dribbled down her chin before she could swallow all of it. The cock jerked out of her mouth, spilling more down her cheeks and chin. "Thanks for the head job, girl," the guy said, and walked out of the closet with his hands stuffing his dick back in his pants. Debbie rose to her feet, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Her face burned. How could she face all those people when they saw her with a strange guy's cock in her mouth, with his cum all over her face? "Hey, that was pretty cool," a girl said. Debbie turned around. It was the girl who opened the door. She took Debbie's hand and pulled her out of the closet. "I never saw anyone do that in this game before. Hey, you wanna go in with the next guy?" Debbie shrugged. "Sure, I guess. Who's the next guy?" The girl pointed to a guy talking with someone a few feet away. "Joe Molino," she said. Debbie grinned. "I'd love to." "Ok, cool. You wait here. I'll get him." She walked over to Joey and said something. She pointed at Debbie. Joey looked right at her and she felt a tingling between her legs. She licked her lips. This was going to be so good. She brought Joey over, dragging him by his arm. "You're Debbie Holtz, right?" the girl said. "Right," Debbie said. How did she know her name? "This is Joe Molino." "Hi," he said. His words were a little slurred. "We've met, right Joey?" Debbie said. "We have?" "Yeah, you just don't remember." Debbie smiled. Joey looked confused for a second, then smiled back. "Ok, you guys are next," the girl said, and shoved them into the closet. Suddenly, Debbie was alone with Joey Molino in the dark. So what if he didn't remember her? He'd never forget her once she had his dick in her mouth. "So what do you wanna do?" Joey said. Debbie shivered. He was so cute. She didn't even have to see his face. Just his voice gave her chills. "I don't know. You wanna make out?" "Yeah, I guess so," Joey said. His hand touched her arm and moved up to her shoulder. How could he see her so well in the dark? Then his other hand touched her boob. "Sorry," he said. "It's all right. I don't mind." His lips pressed against hers, and his tongue poked into her mouth. Joey smacked his lips. "Your mouth tastes funny. What have you been drinking?" he said. Debbie held her breath. Should she tell him she was drinking another guy's cum? She'd love to see his face when he heard that. But not yet. "I think somebody put something in my beer," she said. "Really? You should be careful about that shit," he said, and kissed her again. Debbie let him roll his tongue around in her mouth, but she was getting impatient. She took his hand off her shoulder and put it back on her breast. "Making out is fun and all, but do you wanna do something else now?" Debbie said. Joey was quiet for a second. His hand was on her boob, but it wasn't squeezing. "Like what?" Debbie let her hand slip down his front to the hard lump at his crotch, and she squeezed it through his jeans. "I don't know. I got a real nice ass. Wanna fuck it?" Joey laughed softly, like a nervous chuckle. His hand pulled away from her boob. "What's funny?" Debbie said. "I don't think I can do that." Debbie rubbed his hard cock through his jeans. "What are you talking about? Of course you can." He pushed her hand away. "No, you don't understand. I just can't." Debbie slipped her hands around his waist and pulled herself close, so his hard lump pressed into her crotch. "Please. Come on. We can do it quick, I swear. No one out there will know." "I can't." Debbie stopped rubbing herself on him. "Why not?" Joey pushed her away. "I just can't. I don't wanna fuck you." "Jesus, what am I, not good enough for you? People are gonna think you're gay." "I don't care what people think." "Well, I do," Debbie said. She pulled her shirt up over her breasts, and tangled her fingers through her hair. "Wh-What are you doing?" Joey said. Debbie unfastened the front of her jeans and pushed them low on her hips. "Just 'cause you're a fag, I'm not gonna let them think you wouldn't fuck me." "You're a real bitch, you know that?" Joey said. "Fuck you," Debbie said. The door swung open. Everyone shouted and screamed and pointed. Debbie smirked and walked out of the closet. "Wow. You are so cool. What did you say your name is?" the girl said. Debbie held her head high and thrust her chin out. As she walked by the people standing in front of the closet, she heard someone say, "Did you see that? Joe Molino fucked her", and her grin grew wider. But when she got clear of the crowd gathered in front of the closet, her grin fell. She had been at that party for how long, and still she hadn't found anyone to fuck her. Having one guy's cock in her mouth didn't count. She had to have one in her pussy. But who? She wasn't going home before she found a guy to fuck her. The kitchen was empty, and the beer was gone. Debbie wandered through the house, looking for anyone she knew, or at least a guy who might go to bed with her. No one caught her eye. Between the kitchen and the living room was a short hallway that led to the laundry. On top of the washer and dryer were some bottles of liquor and pop, plastic cups, and a bucket of ice. Debbie poured some vodka and ice in a cup. As she took a sip, she heard something, voices nearby. She looked around, but there was no one in the laundry or the short hallway, only out in the kitchen and living room. But there was a door off the laundry, and it was open a few inches. She peeked through the gap. It was the door to the garage. Neil was on the other side, standing next to a shiny black car, with Jim. Debbie grinned. Finally, she found him. He would fuck her for sure. They were talking car stuff and stopped when the door opened. They looked at Debbie at the same time. "Hi guys. What ya doin?" she said. "Just talking about my brother's car," Jim said. Neil took his eyes off her and tilted his bottle of beer to his lips. Debbie turned her back on him, facing Jim. "That's a nice car. Does he let you drive it?" Jim shook his head. Behind her, Neil snorted. She rolled her eyes. "No, he never let's anyone drive it. He'd kick my ass if I took it out," Jim said. "Yeah, you're such a pussy," Neil said. "Fuck you. I am not," Jim said, and took a drink of his beer. Neil snorted again. "How long have you been here?" Jim said. Debbie shrugged. "I don't know. Not long." "Where's your friend at?" "Who?" "The cute one you said you were bringing over." "I don't know," Debbie said, and shrugged again. "She's probably upstairs getting her brains fucked out," Neil said. "I bet Eddie and Marco found her and they're doing her at the same time." Jim smirked. "Yeah. Everyone came here to get fucked." "Isn't that why you had this party?" Debbie said. "No. I just wanted a few guys over to play cards and drink beer." "That was until you lost all your money and we drank all the beer," Neil said. "Oh. Does that mean you don't want to do it with me?" Debbie said. She looked up at Jim with wide eyes and blinked. Jim and Neil looked at each other. "No, that's not what that means at all. I mean, if that's all you're looking for," Jim said. Debbie stuck her lower lip out. "It might be." Jim nodded to her cup. "What have you been drinking?" he said. "Just a little vodka, I think. It makes me feel all ... I don't know." Jim took the plastic cup and set it on the workbench. "Why don't you come here and I'll see how you feel," he said. Debbie glanced over her shoulder at Neil. He had a mean smirk and a dirty look in his eye. Whatever he was thinking, she didn't want to know. She stepped toward Jim. His hands opened to receive her and closed on her hips. His thumbs touched her bare skin above the loose waistband of her jeans. He pulled her firmly against his body. She put her hands on his chest. Below, she felt his hard dick poking her belly. "You feel fine to me. Why don't you give me a kiss and I'll see how you feel inside," Jim said. "Ok." Debbie closed her eyes, leaned forward and kissed him. He leaned forward as well, bending her backward, and forced his tongue deep into her mouth. She squealed. The hard thing poking her belly got harder. "You feel fine there, too. Now why don't you show me what you can do with this." Jim unzipped the front of his jeans and reached in. Debbie watched his hand. What was it with guys and sucking their dicks? She already blew one guy that night. How many times was she going to have to put a dick in her mouth before she got one put in her pussy? "Right here?" Debbie said, glancing at Neil. "Can you think of a better place?" Jim said. Debbie hesitated. She had no answer. But Neil was right there, watching. Jim pulled his hard dick out of his jeans. Neil put his hand on Debbie's shoulder. "Don't make me wait. I want some of that, too, girl," he said. He was squeezing a fat lump in the front of his jeans. Debbie turned to face him with her hands on her hips. "What makes you think you're getting a turn?" she snapped. Neil looked startled for a second. Then his face became black with anger. "You better believe I'm getting a turn, bitch, and you better like it," he said, with a deep snarl. "Forget about it, Neil. Go find your own pussy," Jim said. His voice was even and calm. They stared at each other for a long time, and Debbie was sure they were going to fight. But Neil's face softened. "I'm gonna get another beer," he said, and walked out. Debbie turned back to Jim. He was looking at her with the same passive expression, and a lock of blonde hair that hung out of place over his forehead. She was out her breath. Jim's dick was still hanging from his jeans, rigid and red. "You still want me to blow you?" she said. "Unless you got something better in mind." Debbie stared at his eyes. What did that mean? Was he saying he wanted her to fuck him? But he was still standing there, like he wanted her to give him a blow job. She lowered herself to her knees. "Maybe in a few minutes." She put her hand around Jim's dick and licked her lips. She still had the taste of cum on her tongue from the first blowjob. She moved her hand back and forth. Jim had a nice dick, although it wasn't as big as she was hoping, and it wasn't as big as the first one she sucked, but she would suck it anyway. She pumped her hand slowly, watching the way the warm skin moved over the hard shaft. Jim pulled her hand away. "Quit screwing around and put it in your mouth," he said. "Ok, ok. Jesus, what's your rush?" Debbie said. She adjusted her position on her knees. The concrete floor was hard and cold. Why was she always the one who wound up on her knees, getting rug burns and bruises all the time? She opened her mouth and put the head of his cock in. If that was what he wanted, that was what he was going to get. What did she care? Every guy was different. They all did different stuff when she had their dicks between her lips, and they all liked her to do it different ways. She licked the head, clamped her lips tight around the shaft and sucked it slowly to the back of her mouth. If only there was a way she could know what a guy was going to like before she got started. Why couldn't they just tell her up front how they wanted it? She could be like a waitress and take their orders. Debbie moved her head back and forth, sliding her lips farther down Jim's cock. He groaned. He felt just about the right size and she let it slide all the way to the back of her mouth, where it tickled the back of her tongue. She giggled. It always felt so funny when she could get a guy's cock to touch her there just right. Jim groaned and squeezed his hands around the sides of her head. His hips bucked, jamming his cock deeper than she really liked, but what the hell. If that was what he wanted. She sucked her cheeks in and fucked him hard with her mouth. Jim groaned again and grabbed a handful of hair. "Goddamn it Debbie, you're gonna make me cum." She let his cock slide from her mouth. "What's wrong with that?" "What's wrong with it? Nothing. It's just not where I wanna put it." Debbie considered this for a second. He had a good point. He hooked his hand under her arm and pulled her to her feet. "So, are you gonna do me now? Where do you wanna go?" she said. Jim put his hands on her chest. "You got pretty big tits. How old are you?" he said. He pulled her shirt up. "Nineteen. Almost twenty." He unhooked her bra and rubbed her boobs in his palms. Debbie's eyelids drooped. His hands were warm and made her nipples tingle. "They're really beautiful," he said in a whisper. His left hand slipped down her waist to the front of her jeans and rubbed her crotch. Debbie parted her thighs. "Thanks," she said. The wet tip of his cock touched her bare belly, and she gasped. It was so close, right where she wanted. A chill ran down her spine and she shivered. He wanted it there, too. Jim's fingers rubbed her slit through her jeans. Her knees trembled. She grabbed his shoulder to hold herself up. Her eyes closed. Lights flashed behind her eyelids. One moment she was about to cum, the next moment his finger was gone and she opened her eyes. "Let's get in here," Jim said. He opened the door of his brother's car. "Are you sure?" Debbie said. She was standing there with her boobs hanging out and it felt kind of sexy. But Jim's dick was hanging out of his jeans, and that was even more sexy. Jim folded the seat forward. "Yeah, I'm sure. Get in." Debbie shrugged and climbed into the back seat. Jim got in behind her. Debbie watched his dick hanging long and heavy in front of him, swaying from side to side like a big piece of fleshy rubber, but she tried to make it look like she wasn't staring. "I want you to lay down," he said. He picked her feet up off the floor and turned her so she was laying across the seat. She propped herself up on her elbows, with her legs spread. The air was cool and her exposed nipples hardened to points. Jim crawled between her legs. "Do you want me to take my pants off?" Debbie said? "I'll get it." His big thumbs and fingers tugged at the button on her jeans until it came loose. He ripped the zipper down, grabbed the waistband of her jeans at each hip, and yanked them down to her knees. Debbie giggled. Jim kept tugging until her jeans were bunched at her ankles, covering her shoes. "You should have taken those off first," she said. "Yeah." He stared at her feet like he couldn't understand why it didn't work. His big thumbs and fingers reached for the thin waistband of her black panties. He tugged and one side tore like paper. Debbie gasped. Seven Minutes In Heaven Ch. 2 "Sorry," he said. Debbie shrugged. "It's ok. They were just in the way." Jim held the shredded ends of the panties like a handful of loose strings, then pulled them completely from her hips. The air was cool on her bare, moist pussy. Jim stabbed two fingers inside her, and she arched her back and groaned. "Goddamn, you are one wet chick," he said. His thick fingers wiggled inside her, rubbing her sensitive spots. Debbie closed her eyes and moaned through her squeezed lips. Not many of the guys she slept with did anything to make her feel good before they shoved their dicks inside her. At least Jim made sure she was wet first. She heard a zipper and opened one eye. Jim was pulling down his pants with his free hand. Suddenly she was frightened. Was this really what she wanted? She was taking a big chance. If she got pregnant again, Mom would kill her. He shoved his jeans down and his big dick popped out. She squeezed her eyes shut and moaned. This was what she wanted. She spread her knees wider, as wide as she could in the narrow back seat, especially when her ankles were practically tied together by her jeans. "Are you ready baby? I waited long enough for this," Jim said. He pulled his fingers out of her pussy. "I'm ready, baby, I'm ready." Jim raised her feet to the roof of the car, ducked his head, and pushed his shoulders between her knees. "Jim, what are you doing?" she said. "I'm gonna fuck you, that's what I'm doing." He pushed her hips down. Debbie winced, but he slipped himself between her legs until her knees were around his narrow waist, like she was tied around him and he was her prisoner. Her crotch grazed down the front of his shirt, leaving a streak of moisture. His long, hard cock popped up between her legs and slapped down on her belly. She groaned and bit her lower lip. The head at the end of it was fat and wide, and the tiny hole at the tip opened like the mouth of a fish breathing water. His cum would shoot from that hole, and she wanted all that he had to give, but not right there on her belly. She wanted it inside her belly. Jim pushed it down to her wet opening. The head grazed over her button, and the jolts that shot through her body made her back arch. Then it was sliding into her. She felt the head split her open, felt the insistent pressure as it made its way forward, felt the hot shaft burning her channel. "Oh God," Debbie moaned. Her legs hung in the air, tied behind Jim at her ankles. She groaned and squirmed under the weight of the heavy cock in her body. Jim pushed slowly until it hit bottom, and he held it there while Debbie thrashed and cried out. "Do it Jim, please," she said. Her voice was a breathless gasp. Jim pulled back and hammered her pelvis with his hips. Tied as she was to him, Debbie moved back and forth across the vinyl seat with every move he made. Her pussy closed on Jim's shaft like a fist. She was wet and dripping with juice, but it held him inside her like glue. Jim pumped hard with his hips, and the entire car rocked on squeaky springs. His eyes were squeezed shut and his face was twisted in an ugly grimace, and he was dripping with sweat. "I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna come," he grunted. "Do it for me baby." Debbie dug her heels into his ass, pulling as much of his cock into her as she could. Then he groaned and his hips jerked erratically, and the sperm that was so precious spilled in her belly. She moaned and smiled. The warmth spread quickly all through her belly and made her toes tingle. Jim let out a deep breath and collapsed on top of her, pressing his damp face against her bare breast. Her legs bent up so her feet touched the car's ceiling panel. "That was great. How come you don't fuck me more often?" Debbie said. Jim shrugged. "I don't know. I got other girls want me to fuck them." They were quiet for a minute or two. The noises of the party seeped through the garage walls into the car. Debbie tangled her fingers in Jim's hair. She moved her ass and felt a puddle on the seat. "Your brother's gonna kill us for the mess we made in his car," she said. Jim looked around the car and shrugged again. "Don't worry about it, it's vinyl, the stuff never dies," he said.