Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 121(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 121(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
After a moment, a svelte brunette answers the door, giving us a once-over with her eyes. I feel immediately self-conscious, like I’m being assessed, but I try to put on a nonchalant expression. The girl at the door is dressed in a silk kimono, and I’m a little surprised to see someone so casual, even at a house party. Is it the latest style to wear robes to parties?
Jenny doesn’t seem fazed in the slightest, her eyes lighting up as soon as the door opens.
“Hi,” she says immediately, beaming. “I’m a friend of Rachel Martin. She said this was the place to go for a good time.”
“Oh okay,” the brunette says. She opens the door wider to let us in. “Rachel’s inside already, but don’t be surprised if she doesn’t say hi right away. She’s a little busy at the moment.” There’s a gleam in her eyes that I can’t put my finger on, but she doesn’t give us time to think about it any further before sweeping away. We step inside, and the door closes behind us. The thumping music is immediately amplified, and my eyes take a moment to adjust to the dim lighting of the interior.
Whatever I was expecting, this wasn’t it. In my limited experience with parties, I’m used to beer cans scattered on the floor, overturned chairs, and the occasional mess from someone who got too wasted. Instead, we’re greeted with soft mood lighting that must be connected to the central system because the lights change from turquoise to purple to orange to green in time with the music. There’s no one in the front entryway, but from the other rooms I can hear voices and… moans? I furrow my brow, glancing at Jenny, but she looks like a kid in a candy store.
Then, something shocking happens. The woman who let us in pauses at the end of the hallway, undoes her kimono tie, and lets it drop to the floor. I gape when I see she’s naked underneath, but she seems totally at ease as she looks over her shoulder at the two of us.
“Come on,” she says, nodding in the direction of the living room. “The fun’s this way.”
I’m too flabbergasted to say anything, although my eyes pop out at the woman’s ivory body. She’s slim and lithe with a tiny chest and narrow hips. Does she feel that this is strange? Evidently not.
I nudge Jenny.
“What’s going on?” I whisper harshly. “Why did she take off her robe?”
My friend ignores me.
“Come on, Frankie. Let’s see who else is here.”
I stare, but continue to follow them, still dumbstruck, around the corner. The living room is large and surprisingly neat for the site of a house party, but that barely crosses my mind as I look around. What was I expecting? Spin the bottle? Beer pong? Drunk frat boys spraying graffiti on the walls? Whatever it was, it wasn’t this.
Everywhere I look, people are spread on the floor, draped over sofas, and leaning against the wall. Most are nude, just like the girl who answered the door, and all are engaged in some kind of dirty act. In the back, I see a girl giving a frantic blow job to a tall guy against the wall. Another guy leans over the couch, thrusting doggy-style into a moaning co-ed. Three girls are tangled up on the floor, limbs and tongues everywhere, to the point where I can’t tell where one ends and another begins. Through open doorways, I see more of the same. All around us are beautiful people doing filthy things, the kind of things I didn’t know existed outside of porn. The kind of things I never, ever saw myself doing.
Our hostess brunette winks at me and Jenny before straddling a guy who’s lounging next to the other couple on the couch and placing his hands on her breasts.
“Make yourselves at home,” she sings before leaning down to kiss the man passionately. Evidently, she sees her work as done.
My jaw must be on the floor. I turn to Jenny.
“What the hell?” I hiss. It’s the only thing I can think of.
“What?” Jenny asks, feigning innocence.
“I thought you said this was a house party,” I whisper, watching as the brunette grinds against the guy on the couch.
“It is a house party,” Jenny replies, her eyes alight as she takes it all in.
“No, it’s not,” I argue. “It’s some kind of… I don’t know…”
“Sex party?” Jenny supplies. “Pretty great, right?”
“Since when have you been into this?” I demand, watching as she kicks her shoes off and begins tugging at the straps of her tank top.
“Just this past year,” she replies, giving me a sneaky grin. “One of my friends at Granite Heights Community Center introduced me to the scene. It’s the best time you’ll have this summer, I can guarantee.”