So I Was At One of Those Parties

I stared at her and her outstretched hand, searching for a joke. I found none. "How, exactly?"

She sighed with disgust, pushing me off the bed. I fell with a "huh?", and thanked god for small miracles that I was still fully clothed. "What's the matter with you? Haven't you ever watched the pornos? You have to stand up and take your pants off."

I blanched. "Wait... Run that by me again?"

She rolled her eyes. "Here, I'll help."

Talk about embarrassment! I stood there with a beautiful girl kneeling on the ground before me, tugging at the snap of my jeans, while all I could do was stare in amazement and hope I got my voice back soon. I stepped out of my pants as soon as she lowered them and started to back off a hurry when Casey grabbed my knee.

"Hold still, I have to put it on you." She laid out the harness of the—dick-looking thing so that the leg holes were spread out, and took hold of my ankle. Which tickled, a lot.

"Stop fidgeting, Molls. You're making this way harder than it has to be. Put your left foot in this loop, and your right foot in the other." I did as she asked, still feeling completely awkward. Casey remained unfazed, though, at least until she started to pull the harness up past my knees.

A blush spread across her face, and as she tightened straps around my hips I noticed that her nipples were still hard. This was extremely comforting to me for reasons I wouldn't be able to explain to you.

She stood up and walked back to the bed, sliding off her slacks as she went. My mouth went dry. She hadn't even been wearing underwear.

Her ass was *definitely* something to stop and drool over. But I was also fairly distracted by the large blue penis that was currently protruding from my hip, the gray gel pad beneath its base pressing against my....

"Well, don't just stand there. You have work to do." I jerked at the sound, seeing Casey's pleased grin, and strode to the bed, a nervous laugh spilling out at the sight of the blue Jefferson bobbing its way in the air. I clenched my mouth shut after a moment, feeling foolish.

When I looked up I was met with the gorgeous sight of a completely, head to toes naked Casey Stevens, nipples perked and legs bent. I marveled at her confidence. She patted the space between her feet and I started hyperventilating again—though I tried not to show it.

I found it strange, standing there half-naked with my shirt still on. But I didn't really want to take it off and expose myself, either. So I took up a kneeling position between her knees, cautiously. My attention, however, was firmly fixated on the pink flesh between her thighs. So pretty. Contrary to what Casey might have believed, I *had* seen a few pornos, but the women in those videos all had wrinkly, stretched, fleshy pussies that were difficult to even look at. Casey's, however, sweetly invited the gaze. I reached out a hand and inched my fingertips up her thigh, which shook. I looked up, and Casey was biting her lip.

"That's good. Keep—keep doing that." I paused, but when she nodded reassuringly I continued inching my fingers up... and placed one fingertip on the dark opening at her center. Taking a deep breath, and summoning my courage, I slipped it all the way in.

I was surprised at how moist she was, and felt my heart begin to thud with the beat of the music from the party below. It felt wonderful to know that such a beautiful girl was actually attracted to me, no matter how weird the situation was or how strange the experience felt. And it felt even better when Caseyclenchedaround my finger. That was just too surreal to be believed.

"Add another one." Casey opened her eyes as I did so, gasping. "Another."

I stared down at her. Jesus, another? She was already so tight.

"Another, damn you!" So I obeyed, hoping I wouldn't hurt her.

Then again, this was the same girl who had ordered me to run a knife down her body. I hid my smirk at the thought, pulled my fingers out a bit, and then drove them back in even deeper. She bit her lip.

I knew, of course, that my fingers alone couldn't be doing much for Casey. I was neglecting her clit, after all--but I was loathe to do anything she didn't explicitly ask of me. I wondered if any of the guys she'd been with had even thought about making it good for her.

"Casey...?" She looked at me expectantly. "If you don't mind, I'm going to—" I cut myself off, too fuzzy-headed to elaborate. She nodded impatiently, so I trailed off, and removed my fingers. I ran a damp fingertip upward until I felt her nub, and dragged the pad of my thumb across it lightly. Casey's hips rose off the bed at once, and she groaned, blinking. She had really long eyelashes. It was kind of distracting, actually.

"What did you just do?"

I smiled in satisfaction at the wonderment in her tone. I had hoped for as much. I pressed again, this time using the friction to pull her clit down. She whimpered.

I took my wet fingers and rubbed the tip of the fake penis-thing at my waist (what had she called it before?), feeling a little silly, but knowing that if I did this next bit right it could feel really good for Casey. I guided the tip to just touch her clit, knowing that she was watching me all the while. I dragged the tip down, pulling her pussy skin down with it, until the head was at her entrance.

I pushed in half an inch, then a little more. And at the feel of Casey's ankles crossing behind my back, I braced my arms on either side of her shoulders, leaning over until the top of my mound was pressing against her clit, and drove, slowly, the rest of the way into her.

Casey moaned at the stretch, her back arching beneath me. I was surprised to find that it felt good for me, too, what with the pressure from the plastic dick's base sliding against my own clit. The contraption was very cleverly designed, I decided, before deciding that thinking was overrated anyway. Casey's legs twitched around my back, and I sank even deeper into her. "Come on," Casey breathed, eyes closed. "Just fuck me already!"
Who was I to disobey?

I pulled out, and slid back in, careful to position the angle so that it felt good for her, too. After all,Iwas already in heaven. I just wanted her to feel the same.

"Harder."

Okay, that was pretty hot, I have to admit. Especially when her legs slid down to wrap tight around my hips.

"More!" My back was starting to ache from holding myself still, so I complied. Faster, harder, whatever she wanted.

Soon enough, though, I got caught up in the sensations running through me, loving the way that pummeling her sent shockwaves up my spine. The ache in my thighs even felt good. I closed my eyes, and stretched my upper body so it was flush against hers, still rocking ever deeper.

My thrusts became longer... slower, but all the more powerful for it. The heat between our bodies began to build, and Casey was making those lovely little noises, halfway between a squeak and a grunt, her hips meeting my every thrust, and I was breathing far too heavily.

My orgasm took me completely by surprise, because whathadbeen just a hot, burning sensation bloomed suddenly into a red, sharp shock to my nervous system. I thrusted into the feeling, muscles tensing, everything pulled taut and raw. And then I collapsed, breathing heavily.

Casey made a frustrated sound from below me, and before I could fully recover she had grabbed my hips and started to pull meintoher. Oh. Apparently, she was not finished, and wanted to make that absolutely clear. I felt boneless, but drove into her anyway because it would be cruel to leave her in her current state; flushed, very turned on, and very, very...

close.

The extra pressure on my swollen clit was like this excruciating pleasure. It felt so good it hurt. My insides were still clenching with aftershocks, and it was almost too much. Casey's breathing was shallow and forced, and her nails were biting the skin of my hips.Nine Inch Nails,I thought randomly, and then stopped thinking altogether, because this look of absolute rhapsody was crossing her face, and my brain was getting in the way by making ridiculous metaphors about angels on earth and ungodly perfection.

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Once or twice in your life, you may find yourself experiencing a miracle that is so outrageous and unlikely that it changes you life completely, until you no longer recognize yourself.

As I stumbled to my car in a daze once the party had ended, calves burning and thighs pressed together as I walked in a vain attempt to ease the ache between them, I couldn't help but smile and think that I had just experienced such a miracle.

And as I drove away, strap-on wrapped safely in a blanket in the passenger seat and a phone number tucked into the grid on the air conditioner, I couldn't help but smirk and think of next time.