[Part 2] I [18F] was invited to a house that turned out to basically be a sex club… as a virgin Christian girl… and experienced a night of firsts that changed me forever!

I stepped out onto the porch, my face flaming red from the scene I’d just witnessed.

The beautiful Latina girl’s moans and embarrassed squeals were still echoing in my head, playing on a loop as I tried to process what I’d just seen

I mean wow

I could feel the dampness between my legs as I walked, a traitorous mix of nervous anticipation and unwelcome arousal. My pussy was having a mind of its own, and I was torn between wanting to go home and wanting to see more

As the door clicked shut behind me, another one of her shaking screams- a mix of pleasure and pain- reached my ears, sending a wave of excitement and embarrassment through me.

My Christian parents and friends would be so ashamed of me if they knew how wet I was and how I couldn’t help but watch some of these people fuck. I mean, who needs porn when you’ve got a live show? My mind was racing, and my body was on fire

and I was so high

The large deck stretched out before me like a seductive oasis, covered in thick blankets and swaying sheets that danced provocatively in the breeze. It created a private, intimate atmosphere

It’s beautiful

The party was showing no signs of slowing down. I could only imagine if there were other scenes playing out there in the rain and grass, the moans of pleasure mixing with the sounds of nature. The thought only turning me on more

Stopp. It’s like I can’t control myself

I rubbed my eyes trying to refocus

And as I did… I saw him

Or at least, I thought it was him. He was lying on his stomach, facing away from me, dressed in black jeans and a black hoodie, perfectly still, as if asleep.

Jeanluc sat beside him, facing Wyatt, angled in my direction, a bottle of rum clutched in his hand like an extension of himself. Jeanluc’s eyes were bloodshot, his movements slow and uncoordinated, a clear sign he was faded. Yet, his focus was intensely on Wyatt, sitting there like he was guarding him or something.

I heard a laugh and glanced over to my right

In the soft, misty glow of the night, barely noticeable at first, a couple was entwined at the table and chairs that sat near the edge of the deck.

She laid her back against the cool, round glass table, her body arched slightly, offering herself to the man sitting in the chair before her. His face was buried between her thighs, his tongue working magic as he feasted on her.

In the dreamy, now rainy night, the curtains of sheer fabric draped from the beams above, flowing gently on them, creating an intimate, otherworldly sanctuary around them. The soft, flowing sheets were wrapping around their bodies, caressing their skin, it was…divine

Her breasts heaved with each breath, her nipples hard and begging for attention. I remember hearing the rain pick up, making a soft roar on the porch above us all.

His mouth left her pussy, his lips trailing kisses up her stomach, his tongue circling her little nipples before sucking them gently, then with more force as she moaned and arched into him.

The wind threw waves of rain on them in the breeze. I remember seeing the water dripping down their bodies, the water tracing paths down her tits.

He pulled back, his lips glistening, a wicked smile on his face as he stood.

He positioned himself between her legs, his cock already hard and clearly bulging against his pants. He took his time, slowly sliding his pants down, revealing his thick, veiny shaft.

Wow…

He rubbed the head against her clit, coating himself in her wetness, a low growl escaping his throat as she bucked her hips, trying to impale herself on him. But he wouldn’t let her, his hands gripping her hips, holding her in place as he teased them both, sliding the length of his cock against her pussy, the head rubbing against her clit, making her jolt

“Please please please” she whimpered, begging

Her moans were loud, her body arching and writhing. He gave her what she wanted, slowly sliding into her, inch by agonizingly delicious inch, their eyes locked in an intense, unbreakable gaze. The long curtains were still flowing around them.

The rain continued to drip down their bodies, mixing with their sweat, creating a slick, shiny sheen on their skin, highlighting every muscle, every curve, every movement.

The scene was so erotic, so incredibly sexy, that I could feel my body responding, my breath hitching as I watched, unable to look away from the raw sex in front of me. They had to know I was watching.. and I appreciated them letting me…

My pussy ached with a need that was impossible to ignore. I couldn’t help but touch myself through my shorts, my fingers rubbing gentle circles, trying to ease the building tension

He began to move, his thrusts long and deep, and slow. He leaned down, capturing her lips in a deep, hungry kiss, his hands roaming her body, squeezing her tits, rolling her nipples between his fingers, her moans soft and sensual.

This is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen

After their deep kiss, his tongue sliding out of her mouth and sliding down to her neck as he tightened his grip on her… I could see her whispering in his ear as he slid the rest of himself into her, her eyes were wide and her nails digging into his back

She looks like she can’t take any more…

His thrusts became more urgent, more desperate as he fucked her deeper and deeper, closing her eyes as she accepted her fate… she belonged to him

She let out a breathless moan as she came, her whole body trembling as he held her, keeping her steady as he fucked her through her orgasm. I could see her white cream on his cock each time he slid out of her

He pulled out suddenly, flipping her onto tummy and bending her over the table, the cool glass pressing against her little pink nipples, eliciting a sharp intake of breath.

Her body arched, offering herself to him completely.

He took a moment to admire the view, his touch light and teasing as he traced the curve of her spine, making her squirm with anticipation.

I watched, my own breath hitched, my fingers still moving against my clit, my body aching with a need that mirrored hers.

He slapped her ass, the cheek jiggling enticingly as he positioned himself behind her. With a slow, deliberate thrust, he entered her from behind, his hands gripping her hips with a firm, possessive hold.

His hands pressed into the small of her back, pushing her down, changing the angle to allow him to go deeper, hitting that sweet spot that made her cry out. Her body convulsed with each thrust, his balls slapping against her clit, sending her into a frenzy of pleasure. The rain continued to fall, highlighting every movement, every shudder.

He leaned over her, his chest pressing against her back, his voice a low, commanding growl in her ear.

“Cum for me,” he said, and she obeyed, her body exploding in a rush of pleasure. Her pussy clenched around his cock, milking him, urging him to join her in ecstasy. With a final, deep thrust, he did, his body shaking with the force of his release, his thick cum spilling into her, filling her, marking her as his.

They stayed like that for a moment, as he filled her up, their bodies entwined, their breaths ragged. When he finally pulled out, she whimpered, her body shuddering with the loss. She turned to face him, her eyes filled with a love so pure, so raw, it stole my breath away. “I love you,” she whispered, her voice hoarse with emotion and exertion.

He leaned down, capturing her lips in a soft, tender kiss, his hands cradling her face, his thumbs wiping away the tears that had begun to fall. He helped her up, his hands lingering on her body, tracing the curves he knew so well.

With a wicked smile, he pulled up her panties, his fingers brushing against her sensitive flesh, making her shiver. He then helped her into her pants, zipping them up slowly, ensuring his cum stayed inside her, reminding her of their passion, of their love, for the rest of the night.

It was so fucking sexy, so intimate, so raw. I found myself pressing my thighs together, trying to ease the ache that had built up, watching them. My fingers moved faster, matching the rhythm of his thrusts earlier, imagining I had a thick cock inside me too, filling me up. The sight of them, the sounds of their pleasure, the raw emotion between them- it was all too much.

NO nononononono

I came undone, my body trembling as I held myself back from cumming, my breath hitching as waves. I had to cover my mouth and turn away so nobody would notice the stupid, blissful girl almost cumming on herself in the damn corner

Molly, what the fuck I thought to myself, my cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

I had gone out here to calm down, and here I was a total mess of hormones and embarrassment, and my pussy made my shorts wet…

I’m never wearing shorts again for the rest of my life

Get a grip Molly. Catch your breath girl. You’re being dumb.

I took a deep breath, trying to slow my racing heart, my body still tingling with the aftermath of my release.

Suddenly, the door behind me flew open with a bang, and out tumbled Tabitha, her face flushed and streaked with tears. She was out of breath, her chest rising and falling rapidly with a mix of exertion and raw emotion. Close behind her was the drunken, aggressive guy from earlier, his expression a mix of confusion and anger as Tabitha poked him in the chest, her voice shrill and furious. He looked like he was about to hit her, his fists clenched and ready.

Wyatt, who I had thought was asleep, was on his feet already, his movements fluid and predatory. He strode towards the man with hard, angry steps, his voice a low angry growl. I couldn’t make out the words, but the threat was clear as day. The guy’s eyes widened, a mix of fear and guilt flashing across his face as he immediately put his hands up, clearly not wanting to fight.

Wyatt grabbed him by the back of his neck, shoving him forward, and started walking him off the porch, Jeanluc followed closely behind him, his steps unsteady but no less intimidating. He gripped the bottle of rum like a weapon, ready to use it if the situation called for it. Together, they escorted the guy off the deck and around to the front of the house, disappearing from sight.

Only then did I realize how hard my heart was pounding, adrenaline coursing through my veins, making my knees shake like a leaf. I felt like such a baby, but the intensity of the moment had me on edge.

The deck fell silent again, the only sounds were the murmur of the party inside and the soft rustle of the sheets dancing in the wind.

Tabitha’s sobs filled the air as the adrenaline from the confrontation wore off, her body shaking with each cry. I hurried over to her, wrapping my arms tightly around her in a comforting hug.

“It’s okay,” I whispered, rubbing her back gently as she cried into my shoulder. “Thank you for getting him out. It’s okay, I’ve got you,” I murmured softly, trying to soothe her.

Wyatt reappeared on the porch, I could hear his boots on the porch as he made his way towards us. His presence was strong and comforting

“Tabitha, are you okay?” he asked, his voice a deep, rumbling concern. She nodded, pulling away from me to embrace him tightly. When they separated, Tabitha turned to me, her eyes red and puffy but filled with determination.

She took a deep, shaky breath, trying to compose herself. Then, with a watery smile, she said, “Well Wyatt, this is my new best friend. Molly, she’s a hugger.” She pulled me forward, and I found myself standing face to face with him, the boy who had captured my imagination. His eyes met mine, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still.

His green eyes, deep and sorrowful, they held mine for a moment longer, his gaze piercing and intense. He gave a knowing smirk

“I know who you are, Molly,” he said softly, his voice a low, secretive murmur that sent shivers down my spine. Before I could react, he pulled me into a hug, his strong arms wrapping around me, enclosing me in a warm, secure embrace. He leaned in, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispered, “Don’t bury your light in a place like this”

His words caught me off guard, and I felt my breath hitch slightly as I tried to process their meaning. They were poetic, and unlike anything I expected from him.

I just smiled, not knowing what to say, feeling a mix of confusion and warmth spread through me. It felt deep

Well I am drunk and high on whatever pills Tabitha keeps putting in my mouth so of course it felt deep! lol but even as I’m writing this, it just felt really sweet

Wyatt’s embrace lingered for a moment longer before he pulled back, his eyes still holding mine. Just as I was about to say something, Becca bounded through the door to the porch, her smile bright and infectious 😀

She was now wearing yoga shorts, the thong from earlier no longer visible, and I had to admit, I appreciated the change. With how the night was unfolding, I half expected everyone to be naked and fucking by midnight lol

Becca’s cheerful presence was a welcome distraction.

She wrapped her arms around me in a tight, enthusiastic hug, her body pressing against mine as she squeezed me tightly.

“Wyatt, this is mommy!” Becca giggled, pulling back to look at me with sparkling eyes, her cheeks flushed with excitement. She hugged me again, her joy contagious, and I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Becca, her name is Molly,” Wyatt corrected her gently, his voice filled with a warmth and affection that made my heart flutter. He looked at Becca like she was his little sister, his tone protective and loving. It was a side of him I hadn’t seen before, and it made me smile

Becca looked up at me, her eyes wide with realization. “Ohh,” she exclaimed, as if it all made sense to her now. I giggled at her cuteness, ruffling her hair gently. “You can call me whatever you like, Becca. You’re just too cute,” I said, my voice soft and teasing.

Wyatt smiled at our interaction, his eyes crinkling at the corners in a way that made my knees weak and my heart ache. He looked tired, worn down, but there was a warmth in his eyes that made me want to wrap him in a hug and never let go.

Becca, ever the mischievous one, grabbed me by the hand and tugged me towards the door. “Come on Mommy!” she exclaimed, her voice filled with excitement and a touch of mischief. I looked at Wyatt for help, and he just pointed towards the door, a small, knowing smile on his lips.

“Now you take care of your new daughter!” he called out as he turned away, walking back towards Jeanluc, who was now smiling and shaking his head as I was pulled the room.

Becca giggled uncontrollably at Wyatt’s words, her grip on my hand tightening as she tugged me inside with surprising strength. I laughed with her, our laughter rising into the air like a carefree melody, cutting through the chaos of this wild, unpredictable place.

Inside, it felt like another dream- a wild, intoxicating one. The music was louder, the haze thicker, and the air was thick with the scent of weed and perfume, a mix that made my senses spin. Becca queued up a song on the sound system

She turned to me, her eyes filled with a mix of pain and pride as she said, “This is my favorite song”

As the song started, it was unlike all the bassy songs that had been playing, a girls voice, soft and beautiful began to sing, the lyrics hitting me too

That’s my family
We don’t like each other very much
Oh, I’m okay with that
But it breaks my mother’s heart

It was sad, a deep, aching sadness that resonated within me, touching something raw and vulnerable. I don’t get along with my family much either… I looked at Becca, her eyes shining with unshed tears, and I pulled her into a hug, holding her tightly as we swayed to the music.

I can tell she’s faded too

The lyrics washed over us like a wave of emotion, binding us in a moment of shared pain and understanding.

As we danced, I could feel the weight of the night pressing down on me, the events of the evening swirling in my mind. I was drawn to Wyatt, to this world, to the raw, unfiltered emotions that seemed to pour out of everyone here. And as I held Becca, feeling her pain and her joy, I knew that I was a part of something bigger than myself, a family forged out of shared experiences and raw honesty.

“That’s my family
You’re my family
I found my family”

Becca’s hold on me tightened as she pressed her face into my chest

“This is my family”

Such a beautiful song

I could feel her little hiccups as she cried softly, and damn it, I’m such a big baby, tears welled up in my eyes too as I was holding her, my heart aching with a mix of empathy and something deeper, something that felt like love.

I got you Becca

The song ended and I sat at the table with Becca, and to my embarrassment, I cried more than she did. I am such a baby, but in that moment, I didn’t really care.

“Aww! I love you” she said as she giggled at me, clearly laughing at the biggest baby in the world

We took a shot together, the liquid burning its way down my throat, leaving a trail of warmth in its wake.

I glanced around the room, my eyes immediately drawn to Kristeena, who was still watching me from across the space. Her glowing contacts were out, but her gaze was no less intense, a mix of heat and cold, dominance and control. It was unnerving, and I quickly looked away, turning my attention back to Becca.

“She can be a little scary, but I think she’s a good person,” Becca said, taking a sip of her drink, her eyes never leaving mine. I nodded, trying to push away the uneasy feeling that Kristeena’s stare had left me with.

“Yeah, I’ve heard she can be pretty wild sometimes,” I admitted, recalling the story Tabitha had shown me on her phone. I didn’t want to think too much about Kristeena and her reputation, so I turned my focus back to Becca, trying to engage her in conversation. “So, what’s your story, Becca? How did you end up here?”

“Well…
Wyatt actually found me o-“

The room lit up with greetings as Wyatt walked in, taking our attention away. He started making his way over to Kristeena and Jeanluc, who were sprawled out on the floor, he rubbed Becca’s back as he walked by us.

Wyatt lowered himself down, lying on his stomach, and buried his face in his arms, his body language a clear sign of exhaustion and defeat.

Kristeena tried to kiss his lips but he turned his face away. She settled for kissing the top of his head, her hand stroking his hair gently as he laid there, lovingly like he was her baby brother. The contrast between her tough exterior and this tender moment was striking.

Jeanluc chuckled, a deep, throaty sound, “dude’s been through it this week,” he muttered, shaking his head with a mix of amusement and concern.

I looked at Becca, “I hope he feels okay. He looks like he’s going through a lot. Even his smile earlier looked sad, you know?”

Becca glanced over at Wyatt, her expression softening with a mix of concern and affection. “Yeah, he’s had it rough for a while. But he’s strong… I think he’ll be okay…” With that, she got up and drifted over to them.

Without even acknowledging Jeanluc or Kristeena she laid down on the floor and crawled over to lay next to Wyatt, nuzzling at his arm like a puppy seeking attention.

It took a little while of her persistent nuzzling, but eventually, Wyatt lifted his elbow to make space for her, wrapping his arm over her protectively

Becca looked so happy as he did, but when she saw his face, her expression changed, she looked so sorry. Slowly, he slid his hand over her breasts and wrapped his fingers around her throat, the movement slow and deliberate.

Becca’s smile returned, she let out a little giggle

Becca noticed my stare and looked over at me, her eyes a swirl of emotions. Wyatt glanced up briefly, his gaze meeting mine for a fleeting second before he returned his focus to Becca, his hand never wavering.

Kristeena and Jeanluc, meanwhile, were entangled in their own dark dance. They leaned into each other, their voices low and intimate, whispering secrets or sharing kisses, I couldn’t tell. The intensity of their connection was electric

The room was full of emotions, a tangled web of pain, and longing that threatened to consume me. I felt like I was drowning in it. They all seemed to know how to remedy their suffering, to find solace in the darkness.

I really needed to pee

I got up, walked through the door leading to the large tile room, heading for the bathroom. But as soon as I walked through that door… um remember that couch that Dante and that cute Latina girl were… having relations on?

Well Dante and her were gone but in their spot was a hell of a scene.

Well… right there in front of everyone in the room… A stunning blonde girl was on her hands and knees, as a large black stud took her from behind. His thick, veiny cock filled her completely, stretching her pussy to its limits with each brutal thrust. Her pussy was grubbing him hard. The room echoed with the wet slapping of their bodies as he pounded into her, driving his length deep inside her.

Her moans were muffled as another man, standing in front of her, fisted her hair, holding her head back, arching her throat, and fucking her mouth with his hard cock. He used her mouth brutally, his hips jerking as he fed her his length, her eyes watering as she took him deeper and deeper.

The guy behind her, his body slick with sweat, grabbed her hips, his fingers digging into her soft ass, as he slammed into her harder, forcing her forward to take more of the cock in her mouth.

Her breath hitched, her moans vibrating around the cock in her mouth, tears streaming down her face. She looked so fucking used.

She was sandwiched between them, their cocks claiming every hole. The room was filled with the smell of sex and god the sounds…

Underneath her, another girl lay on her back, her tongue licking the blonde girl’s pussy, her hands roaming over her friend’s breasts, squeezing and pinching her nipples. The sight was so erotic, so raw, that I could feel the wetness pooling between my own thighs… again

As I walked past, I could see the blonde’s face, flushed and desperate. The man behind her was a beast, his muscles rippling with each powerful thrust, his balls slapping against her clit, driving her wild.

The girl underneath her was moaning and writhing, her body responding to the stimulation of her friend’s pussy

I could barely contain myself. The familiar ache between my legs was growing more intense with each step. As I pushed open the bathroom door, a loud, muffled scream echoed from the changing room to my left, it sounded desperate like they needed help

Well I’m a fucking idiot

I peeked in and my eyes went wide.

The room was empty save for mirrors lining the far wall, reflecting the erotic scene unfolding on the floor.

Another couple was entwined, their bodies glistening with sweat, and the air thick with their scent. The man was completely dominating her, laying on top of her with his head down in her neck, sucking her skin

she couldn’t move if she wanted to

His muscles tensed as he drove into the woman beneath him with fierce, unyielding thrusts. Her mouth was not just covered- it was filled with a red ball gag, stretching her lips wide and muffling her cries into a symphony of wet, desperate moans

The word “slut” was scrawled across her forehead in bold, red lipstick. Her wet eyes met mine, and in that moment, I saw a mix of embarrassment, excitement, and a silent plea for me to join her or maybe take her place.

The man noticed her gaze shift and turned to look at me, a wicked grin spreading across his face as he continued to pound into her, even harder now, his hips moving with a primal, relentless rhythm.

“Don’t worry about us,” he growled, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. “We’re just getting started.” With that, he leaned down and captured her screams in his mouth, his tongue invading and dominating as his body claimed hers. He reached up and ripped the ballgag from her mouth, replacing it with his tongue, and she screamed louder, her body convulsing under him as he pounded her even faster, harder, deeper. I rushed to the bathroom, shutting and locking the door behind me.

Leaning against the cool door, I gave in

I dropped my shorts and began to touch myself, my fingers sliding easily into my soaking wet pussy. I could hear all the moans from both rooms in there… the blonde’s wet throat…. and all the wet sounds of everyone’s bodies coming together, and it pushed me over the edge. I came so hard, my body shaking and my breath coming in ragged gasps and forcing me to my knees, biting down on my shirt to muffle my cries.

Ahh ahhh, why am I like this

The familiar feeling of guilt and shame returning to me

I looked at my flushed reflection in the mirror. My eyes were wild, my pupils dilated, and my cheeks were stained a deep red. I looked so slutty…

I needed to pee so badly now, but I took a moment to compose myself, my body still trembling from the intensity of my orgasm. When I finally emerged from the bathroom, the scene had shifted slightly.

The blonde was now eagerly eating the pussy of her friend underneath her, her lips swollen and her eyes heavy with lust. The two men had switched spots, the guy that was throat fucking her was now ramming her from behind. The guy who had been behind her before was now taking his place in front of the blonde, but between the legs of the girl underneath, his massive cock throbbing as he laid his heavy cock on her. Her friend was licking her pussy, making sure it’s wet and ready for him.

He slowly pressed his huge cock into her

there’s no way that’s going to fit…

Her pussy gripped his tip and he had to pump a few times to just get the tip in, the girl screaming under her friends pussy as he did, the blonde giggling at her wails, “that’s right baby stretch her little pussy out”

Her friend still screaming and moaning into her pussy as she spoke

“Mmm your screaming feels so good against my clit…” she laughed again before returning to licking her friend’s pussy, wetting it more and more trying to help him slide in…

I was staring way too long again… The blonde looked up at me, a mischievous glint in her eye, and winked.

“You’re cute as hell,” she purred. “You want to get blacked tonight too?”

I blushed, my voice barely a whisper. “Um no ma’am.”

Omg I’m so fucking LAME, why did I say that?? No ma’am, omg

The man between her legs chuckled, a deep, throaty sound that sent shivers down my spine. “Your loss, sweetheart,” he said, his voice a low rumble. “But if you change your mind, you know where to find us.”

I was so embarrassed!!

I turned and hurried back to the other room, my heart pounding in my chest. I could hear their laughter behind me mixing with the muffled screams of the girl getting her pussy stretched out

I was on fire. My heart was racing, my pussy throbbing with need AGAIN. I bit my lip, trying to stifle a moan as I imagined what it would feel like to have sex with a certain someone, taking me, claiming me.

I was a virgin, I used to be a good Christian girl, but at that moment, I wanted to be anything but…

Molly get ahold of yourself

…. pussy that means you too…cunt….

I laughed at my stupid joke

I walked by everyone on the floor and found a spot on the bed, my eyes drawn to the topless girl lying beside me. Her breasts were full and round, her nipples hard and begging for attention. Wait, I recognize those… oh yeah, I can see Dante behind her, his arms wrapped around her waist, his lips trailing kisses down her neck.

Becca was across the room, talking to Wyatt, and she kept glancing at me, smiling cutely.

A new song came on, and as if on cue, Wyatt rolled over and looked at me. His eyes were intense, unblinking, and filled with a hunger that made my breath catch in my throat. I’d been waiting for this, for his attention, and now that I had it, I didn’t know what to do. My heart pounded in my chest, and my palms began to sweat as I stared back at him, feeling like a deer in headlights.

The music shifted to something dark and primal, a warped, wordless melody that seemed to echo the chaos in my chest.

Kristeena, who had been entwined with Jeanluc, pulled away and fell back onto the floor a few feet from the bed I was on. Her eyes locked onto mine, and she began to seductively touch herself, her hands slowly roaming over her breasts, squeezing and caressing them before moving down to her pussy.

The sheets rippled underneath her, accentuating every curve of her body, every rise and fall of her breath. She stared at me and said something I might have misheard

“Lure.”

Her voice was a low purr, and I didn’t know what she meant… but wow this is… sexy

I looked back at Wyatt, who was still staring at me, a smirk on his face, but his eyes burning with an intensity that made my knees weak.

The tension in the room was crazy. I didn’t know whether to keep staring at Kristeena, who was now sliding her fingers into her wet pussy, or melt away in Wyatt’s gaze, drowning in the depths of his eyes.

Everything felt surreal, like I was in a dream, it had only been a couple seconds, what was about to happen…

Suddenly Becca laughed- this bright, silly little sound that didn’t match the moment at all- and the tension snapped like a twig. Just like that, we were all laughing, completely cracking up, light pouring back in, like someone opened a window and let the whole room breathe again

Becca laughing is like, my favorite thing

Tabitha chose that moment to walk back into the room, a wide grin on her face.

“You all stop trying to seduce my friend! I know she’s hot but y’all be nice!”

“Finally,” I thought

Bitch, I’ve been needing you this whole time!

Kristeena, ever the conductor of chaos, got up and poured more shots, her movements fluid and graceful as she danced to a new song that came on. The music swelling again as if nothing had happened, filling the room with a new, pulsating energy.

Wyatt had put his head back down, now facing Becca, who was smiling at him and running her fingers through his hair.

After pouring a couple of shots for some people, Kristeena turned to Wyatt again. Becca looked up at her, her expression a mix of submission and longing, maybe even a little fearful

With a grin, Kristeena tugged at Wyatt’s hoodie, teasing him to get up, but he didn’t budge. She pulled and kept on pulling, her breasts heaving with the effort, until eventually, she peeled the hoodie off him completely and tossed it at me. I caught it, the warm fabric still holding his scent- cedar and something else, something intoxicating.

I tied it around my waist, striking a silly pose that made Kristeena giggle, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

But Wyatt never even looked. He just laid there, somewhere far away, even though he was right in front of us. “Dammit, man,” I thought, feeling a pang of disappointment and longing.

I wanted him to look at me, to see me, to want me the way I wanted him. But for now, I was content to drown in his scent, to let it wash over me and carry me away

“Alright, fuck it!” Kristeena shouted, her voice a thrilling mix of dominance and invitation.

“Let’s do body shots!”

The room erupted in cheers, and bottles were passed around. I watched, as people began taking shots off each other, their laughter and moans made me laugh too. I had never done anything like this before, but the electric atmosphere was infectious, and I was ready!

Kristeena, now in just her bra, turned to me, her eyes burning with a hunger that made me a little nervous. Her breasts were enormous for her slim frame, round and heavy, her dark nipples visibly hardening through the thin fabric.

She handed me a shot glass, her fingers brushing against mine, sending a jolt of electricity through my body. “You’re up first,” she said, her voice a low, sexy growl that sent shivers down my spine.

“Alright, fuck it! Let’s do body shots,” I repeated, my voice barely a whisper as I took the shot glass from her, my eyes locked onto hers.

Kristeena pulled me close, her body pressing against mine, her hands roaming over my back, pulling me down to the floor with her. I didn’t dare resist; I was too captivated, too drawn in by her. She leaned all the way back until she was laying on her silky red sheets, pulling me so close that I was within kissing distance, my heart pounding in my chest

Teasingly, she pushed me away slightly, poured a shot of amber liquid over her belly, and looked at me with a smirk.

Her hands were soft but insistent as they guided me, her touch sending waves of anticipation crashing through me.

“Go on,” she whispered, her voice a low purr. I leaned in, my tongue tracing the path of the liquor on her stomach, tasting the sweet burn of the alcohol and the salty sweetness of her skin.

She giggled, the sound light and airy, and I couldn’t help but smile against her skin and laugh, my breath hot on her stomach. “Stop all your giggling, you’ll make me spill it!” I mumbled, as I licked and sucked at her skin. As I lifted my head, I glanced over at Wyatt.

He was still laying facedown on his stomach, his body relaxed but his presence was just something I couldn’t help but notice

And that’s when I saw them….

scars

Deep, brutal scars that marred his otherwise perfect skin, a roadmap of pain and suffering. Some looked like burns, others jagged and raw, as if he’d been torn open and sewn back together without mercy. They weren’t just ordinary scars; they looked like the work of something or someone with razor sharp claws.

My heart clenched in my chest, and a wave of emotion washed over me as I started to tear up

I really tried not to

I’m actually tearing up again just writing this lol, remembering them, it broke my heart.

The sting behind my eyes came fast, and tears were falling before I could stop myself

Kristeena noticed my tears and her expression softened, her eyes filling with a tenderness that I didn’t expect. She sat up, her hands cupping my face as she wiped away my tears with her thumbs, her touch gentle and soothing. Her voice was a soft melody of comfort. “It’s okay baby. He’s okay”

I leaned into her touch, feeling the warmth of her body, the comfort of her presence. We stayed like that for a moment, her holding me, me trying to compose myself, to make sense of the whirlwind of emotions that were tearing through me.

I just wanted to touch him, to feel the scars that told his story. My hand reached out, drawn by an instinctual need to connect with the pain and strength they represented.

I wanted to feel him

But before my fingers could brush against his skin, Kristeena gently took my hand and pulled it away. Her eyes, usually filled with mischief, were soft and serious, holding a depth of emotion I hadn’t seen from her before.

She kissed my hand, her lips soft and comforting, and mouthed, “I know.” In that moment, I felt understood, seen in a way that went beyond the physical.

She untied Wyatt’s hoodie from my waist and placed it back over his back, her movements slow and intentional, as if she were covering something sacred to her