Swingers World Ch. 02

"You think they're what?"

"Swingers. You know what swingers are, right?"

Joey blushed at the tone in Sara's voice, as if she wasn't quite sure just how naive Joey was.

"Yeah, of course I know, I just thought I heard wrong. Why would you think your parents are... doing that." Joey couldn't quite keep the judgment out of her voice. Or off her face.

The two girls were sitting on the back deck of Joey's house, in the utter dark of the late summer night. Only the glow of a joint perched between Sara's lips lit the two of them. The house behind them lay dark but for the lone light on the second floor.

"There's all kinds of evidence," Sara finally replied, passing the joint over to Joey. Sara was only a year older than Joey, but had an air of confidence about her which made her feel even older than that to the 18-year-old. Confidence and expertise: Joey had only moved here a couple of months ago, and Sara was her only source of information about anything.

Sara continued. "The only hard part is trying to figure out which of their friends are part of it. I know it's not everyone, they go to all these parties and dinner parties, and they host them, and some of those people are just boring fucks from Mom's work and shit. But you'll see, if your parents keep coming to get-togethers, you'll see there's a vibe a lot of times."

Joey took a toke and considered Sara's words. Sara was often provocative, was she just pulling the new girl's leg? "A vibe isn't evidence. Maybe they just have weird friends. Why would you think they're... swinging?"

"You can say fucking." Sara laughed. "See, that's part of it. I don't know about your parents, I know lots of parents are progressive these days and pretending to be 'sex positive' and shit. But my parents are way beyond that. Like I didn't get some 'Your Body is Changing' book when I hit puberty, they gave me this thing that was basically the Kama Sutra."

"And they don't even pretend not to be flirting with their 'friends' and shit, even in front of me. And then you have to have noticed, when all the grownups get together, there's like too many good looking ones. Like, my mom works in technology, there's not that many hot guys in technology. But the only kind of ugly guys at the parties and shit, they have this look to them, you know they're freaky."

Joey broke out into laughter, and in the glow of the joint she could just make out Sara turning her face towards her and smiling. But not as if she was joking. Just enjoying Joey's incredulity.

"'You know they're freaky' " Joey repeated in a parody of Sara's voice and they both laughed until finally Joey shushed them, pointing up at the light above. Her sister's bedroom. "She'll come out to yell at us for interrupting her K-Pop or whatever, and then she'll rat us out on the joint," Joey whispered and the two stifled their giggles.

The two sat in silence for some time, slowly finishing the joint Sara had brought with her. It was Sara who broke the silence. "So, do you think your parents are too?"

"What!?" Joey was snapped out of her attempt to imagine Sara's parents being sex-crazed addicts. She wasn't ready for this question. "My parents? No. No." She laughed. "You don't even know how funny that is. My parents definitely did not give me the Kama Sutra. They wouldn't even let me watch R-rated movies until I was like 17. No. Nope."

Joey could just make out Sara shrugging. "Not everyone's an open book. Maybe they're just private. Like you are. You don't really let on what you're really like. When our parents pawned you off on me, I thought I was going to be in for a real fucking boring time." Joey gave her a light punch on the shoulder and Sara smiled, but continued. "They do hang out with my parents a lot. I mean, they're all over at my house right now doing god knows what."

"Ew." Joey shoved Sara, then repeated it with greater emphasis, "Ew!!" Joey pushed herself up from the deck, brushing off her shorts. "More likely they'll come home one day and tell me I can't hang around you and your deviant family, once they find out."

"You going to listen to them?" Sara asked, following her friend inside.

"Maybe I should. You are a bad influence. Smells like pot in here now."

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It wasn't all they talked about, but when Sara and Joey got together, or chatted over FaceTime, it invariably came up. Sometimes it was a joke, or bit of 'evidence' Sara was reporting, or a question by Joey about how it would all work. But over time, Joey started to get a picture of the world Sara's parents inhabited, at least as Sara imagined it.

"Like do you think they just swap, and then they go home with someone else? Or they all do it like together in the same room?" Joey had given up arguing that Sara might have it all wrong. Sara was so clearly convinced, and Joey didn't have any argument to the contrary, other than inherent skepticism.

"This is how it works, I think." Sara was stretched out on the couch in Joey's living room. It was the two of them alone in the house again, other than Joey's little sister. Sara tended to invite herself over when their parents all went out together. "I don't think they split up. I've never just seen my mom home with some other guy, all by themselves. They have another couple over, or go to their house. I think even sometimes some of these group parties they go to must be all swingers. They come home really late."

"Yeah, but you never see them doing anything, right?"

"Well... I think that's how they decide where to meet up. Whoever's got an empty house." Sara rolled on her side and faced Joey who was sitting on a beanbag chair looking at Sara over her phone. "And there was this time..."

Joey put down her phone. "What do you mean?"

"This one time there were a bunch of people over, but I had noticed they're all couples, right? And it's like I was telling you, some of them were being really weird and flirty, even when I was out in the yard with them. Anyway, I went to go to the bathroom once, and I was walking there and I looked down the hallway and I saw my dad with this lady, Emma. And they were down there all alone, and I didn't dare stop and look, but I'm pretty sure Emma's hand was in my dad's pants."

"What the fuck, shut up," Joey said, her hand flying to her mouth. She took it away quickly, afraid Sara would think she was some prude or something. Sara did not seem weirded out by this bit of gossip.

"I kept walking but a hundred percent sure. When I came back they were gone, but I didn't see them out back either."

Joey sat and contemplated this story. It was weird to think of Mr. Martin having sex at all, nevermind wife swapping. He wasn't unattractive, Joey supposed, he just was old. Too old to imagine getting all freaky. "That is so weird," she said finally. "Does it make you mad? What if he's just cheating on your mom."

Sara scoffed. "Yeah, I don't think so. First of all, she'd bust his balls, she totally runs that relationship. And second, I haven't caught her at it, but she's just as weird with the husbands that hang around. I don't doubt she's getting some."

Joey made a disgusted face at the comment, but she thought she could imagine that easier. Mrs. Martin was really good looking. Sara was a combination of the two--her mother's Japanese complexion, dark eyes and hair (when it wasn't highlighted), and her father's long face, striking eyebrows, and full lips. But Mrs. Martin wasn't slender like Sara, she had a really good figure still even at her age. As weird as it was to imagine them, or anyone, wife swapping, Mrs. Martin had a lushness that certainly would attract attention.

"They might be doing it right now," Sara added, grinning at the look on Joey's face. "Your parents and mine, off to the Harris's house. I'm pretty sure the Harris's are in on it. That guy is always trying to get a look at me."

"Oh my god, shut up," Joey laughed, throwing a pillow at her friend. "I can guarantee my parents are not part of your family's weird little cult. My Mom is probably trying to get them to play a board game."

"Well, let's see if we can find out. My parents are having a pool party on Saturday. Come with your parents and we can spy on them."

"I'll come. But I am not spying on them," Joey laughed. She didn't want to add any fuel to Sara's obsession with this. But she definitely didn't want to ignore an invite for the weekend. Joey's family had moved here from across the country at the beginning of the summer and Joey literally knew nobody else here. Their parents had forced the two of them together, obviously as a lifeline for Joey, and it really was. School wasn't starting for another month, and until then Joey wasn't sure how she was going to meet anyone else.

It was Sara's pool party or nothing.

"Well, you'll see what you see. But really I have an ulterior motive. The good news about my parents hanging out with lots of weird couples is that they do have kids. There's always a few guys more our age at these things. We can't let our parents be the only ones getting any action."

"You're so gross," Joey told her. But she had to admit, she was eager to meet--no, even see a guy. It beat hanging around here with her weirdo sister. "But yeah, I'll come."

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"Those guys are not our age." Joey was looking across the pool at the guys Sara had pointed out. They were cute, and showing off their chiseled bodies in just a pair of trunks. But they were definitely in their 20s.

"Who said they were?" Sara was peering over the tops of her sunglasses at the guys.

"You did! You said you wanted us to meet some of the other kids here, that they would be our age."

Sara glanced sideways at Joey then stopped when she realized the girl was being serious. "Oh my god, relax, Joey. They aren't 40 year olds. They're some college guys or whatever. You're going to college soon, right? Practically the same age."

Joey supposed that was kind of right, she was starting community college in September. But that meant she was barely 18. And she doubted these particular guys were still in college. "They're not going to be interested in us. Well, in me." She looked over at her friend, stretched out in the lounge chair. Sara was only 19 but she certainly could pass for older because she had style.

Sara was tall and lean, wearing a designer swimsuit that really flattered her figure. Her dark hair was cut short in a way that probably would have looked masculine on her, Joey thought, but that just looked chic and edgy on Sara. The dark hair was highlighted with blonde, and made her dark eyes really stand out. Sara's attitude, her brazenness, her looks, she attracted attention. Joey had even seen it here at the pool party, as much as she tried to ignore the looks some of her parents' friends gave to Sara. She knew what Sara would say about it and she didn't want to think about it.

"Not interested in you?" Now Sara took her sunglasses all the way off and gave a ridiculously exaggerated once-over of Joey in the chair next to her. "You look like a fucking porn star, Joey. You're fucking stacked. You're like what Barbie wishes she was. Those guys would walk on fire to get with you."

Joey could feel her cheeks, and her chest, blush at Sara's words. They meant something to her though. Sara was not the type to say a bunch of bullshit just to hype her up. And she knew she wasn't ugly, and had bigger boobs than her slender friend. She still felt like just a kid, especially compared to those grown-ass men.

"Let's go talk to them." Sara had already swung herself around and was up from her chair. As usual, Joey found herself following along. She only had one friend here, she told herself.

"You want to come with us, Lex?" Sara had turned to catch Joey's little sister's attention, at the chair next to Joey. Joey looked at Sara in horror. The last thing she wanted was her little sister trailing along behind them.

Luckily, Alex gave Sara a look of horror that was a perfect match to Joey's. "No thanks," she added in a dead pan voice, before returning to her phone. As much an odd pairing Sara and Joey were, Alex was just as much Joey's opposite, in another direction. Joey's dirty blonde hair grew platinum blonde in the summer sun, but Alex's hair was a pure brunette. Joey's eyes were bright green, Alex's dark brown, seemingly black.

And while Joey was not the extrovert and flirt that Sara was, she was at least interested in other people, especially guys. Joey was not sure if Alex was gay, asexual, or just boring, but she'd never seen her sister even look at someone with interest. She spent all of her time on her phone or her computer doing who knew what.

"Let's go." Joey pulled Sara's elbow before her sister came up with some weird reason to change her mind. She could not even imagine how embarrassing it would be to talk to these guys with her sister standing there, in her oversized shorts and freaking swim shirt. Sara smiled as if her plan had worked, Joey leading the two of them around the pool.

Moments later, the two girls found themselves perched on the edge of the pool, surrounded, guys seated on either side of them, guys floating in the water before them. Joey felt like she was on display, or on stage. Everywhere she looked, a pair of eager eyes met hers -- if she didn't catch them staring at her chest first.

"Joey just moved to town." Sara was receiving as much of the male gaze as Joey was. Joey thought the boys might get dizzy, their eyes were so busy jumping between the two young women. "She says it wasn't from California, but doesn't she look like a movie star?"

Joey wanted to kill the girl--with that comment all five guys were suddenly studying Joey from her blonde hair to where her tan legs dipped into the water. She could feel her cheeks burning. Sara had her arm wound around Joey's arm, and that was the only thing that kept her from crossing them over her suddenly very exposed feeling chest. She did consider tossing Sara in the water though.

"Totally, you look like Sydney Sweeney," said one guy bobbing in the water. His hair was cut a bit short for Joey's liking, but he had a gorgeous face and his chest was built. And he at least was meeting her eyes. At his comment she could feel several other sets of eyes drop down to her chest.

"Thanks," Joey muttered. Then she realized how much she sounded like her mushmouth sister Alexa. So she straightened her spine and embraced the moment. "Are you a Euphoria fan?" she asked the short-haired guy, meeting his gaze. Brown eyes. "Sara looks like Maddy on Euphoria, don't you think?"

"I mean, I like parts of it," the guy replied, laughing casting a side eye at the other guys, several of whom laughed too. Joey didn't quite get it, but she laughed too. If there was one thing she wanted here with this new start, it was to be a part of things.

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Once Joey had relaxed into it, the afternoon had gone swimmingly. The guys, a couple of which Sara seemed to know already, made them both part of the group. It clearly helped that they got to get eyefuls of the girls in their swimsuits, and occasionally a handful as they goofed off in the water. The guys were at least 4 or 5 years older than her, Joey suspected, and didn't have much in common with the younger girls. Except their parents.

"Sara thinks the adults here are swingers or something," Joey blurted out late in the afternoon as the sun began to disappear. It was a sign of how relaxed she'd gotten, that she didn't even think about whether she should say it.

The short-haired guy, named Devin she had learned, handed her a towel as she shivered on a cold metal chair. She wrapped her body in it and smiled in thanks.

"You know what I mean," Sara said to one of the boys she seemed familiar with. She didn't seem annoyed Joey had brought it up, Joey was glad to see. "There's something weird about these get-togethers."

"You think we're in the middle of a sex party?" one of the guys snorted. He was a Hispanic kid who just seemed to be riding along with one of the other boys. He stared a lot at Joey but never said a word to her.

"I have wondered why all the moms here are MILFs," replied Sara's friend, Advik. He had bright flirtatious eyes, and they sparkled now as the guys laughed. "No, seriously, I've totally spanked it to Sara's mom before." Sara smacked his arm, but she was laughing too. "And look around, there's never any uggos here. So if there has to be a sex party..."

Noah was the quietest of the bunch, a short cute guy with curly hair. "Um, a sex party with our parents in it. Ew." The guys laughed, so did Joey. "You guys really think your parents are fucking?"

"God, I hope not. Not cool if my dad taps Sara's mom first," joked Advik.

Oliver seemed the oldest of the group, and he was listening to the commentary with an amused twist to his mouth. "And why would they let all us 'kids' come if they were swingers? Wouldn't they want a little privacy?"

"Well," Sara pronounced, eating up the attention of having her idea center stage, "Even swingers need a break once in a while, right? Isn't your dad the one always on the grill, Oliver? I doubt he could focus on the grilling as good if he was constantly fucking."

Devin turned toward Joey and asked with a grin, "What about the new girl. Your parents out here screwing our parents?"

She shook her head, unable to hold back the grimace of disgust on her face. "They're not really the 'fucking' type," she quipped. The group laughed, and she did too, and the conversation moved on. But Devin's eyes stayed on her.

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Joey eagerly attended the next poolside gathering, and she didn't pretend to herself, even if she denied any insinuation by her parents or Alex, that the boys were why.

Particularly Devin. She wasn't sure if she had been drawn to him, or if he had come to her and she had responded. But it was his brown eyes she thought of when she sat at home, anticipating the next gathering. She couldn't hide it from Sara, because she couldn't stop from asking if the guys would be there. Some days they visited the Martins it was just the two families, other times a crowd. Joey didn't know who was a regular. She worried she might not ever see Devin again.

"Told you not to worry," Sara whispered into Joey's ear when Joey finally stepped out onto that patio and saw Devin and the others across the way. Though Sara had done no such thing, she had teased Joey mercilessly for days about her desire to see the boy. Joey had tried to tease Sara back, but couldn't figure out which guy the dark-haired vixen might be most into.

But Joey's worries did in fact disappear, when the guys turned to look, when she met Devin's eyes, and he smiled and stood. He was walking to meet them, ahead of the pack, eyes only for her.

Each step Joey took she was aware of his gaze. Ignorant of the others, the many stares that took in the well-formed teen as she strode into the sunshine. But very aware of every jiggle of her flesh, every sway of her curves as she moved toward Devin.

Joey was wearing a new bikini, underneath an open hoodie. A bikini she had bought for this moment. Devin had been one who hadn't brazenly ogled her chest last pool party. She liked that about him. It didn't mean she didn't want him to notice. This bikini was a violet snakeskin pattern. The cups were well-supported -- they had to be for Joey's large breasts, she struggled to find bras and tops that could fit her. No string straps for her. But she had chosen a triangle bikini top that did not cover her full breasts, but flaunted them, half cups that revealed a great deal of flesh, pressed together into a bulging decolletage.

The walk to meet each other was long enough that it gave Devin an excuse to take all of her in, and Joey felt it, his eyes go all the way down and back up. But it was her eyes where his landed. His warm grin beneath. "I was wondering if you'd come back."

"Were you?" Joey teased, and preened. "Why wouldn't I?"

"Not everyone likes hanging around with older guys." Devin took her by the hand. He was taller than her, but not wildly so. "And that's all there is around here." He had teased her about her age last time. It made Joey half self-conscious, half pleased that she could catch the attention of a guy who'd was practically done with college. "Or Sara might have convinced you it really was a sex party," he laughed.

"Who says that would scare me away?" Of course it would, but Joey had noticed the guys' reactions last time. She didn't want Devin to think she was some naive prude.

"Okay, Joey, you're a wild one?" Devin laughed, brown eyes twinkling, and then they both laughed. He pulled her to join the others, but he didn't pull his hand away.

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"Wonder where they're going?" Devin's voice surprised her, Joey had been so lost in reverie. She was on her side on a lounge chair, Devin spooned behind her. His tanned arm draped over her. The rest of the world had faded away.

Her eyes focused and she saw what Devin was commenting on from his vantage point behind and above her. Sara was padding away across the patio, Noah strolling along behind her. The two disappeared inside the dark house.

This had become the July norm, these afternoons at the pool. Joey sitting with Devin, Sara flitting between one boy and the next. The whole group mingling in the pool or on the patio or in the driveway at the basketball hoop. But the attention of the other guys had drifted away from Joey as it became clear about her and Devin. The two of them had started to spend the time by themselves, in swooningly sweet closeness.

"I don't know. Got hot maybe," Joey finally answered. She doubted that was the case, but she was also surprised to see Sara slipping off like that with Noah. She had spent the weeks flitting from one boy to another and it hadn't seemed she was ever going to let one too close -- or any of them too far. Maybe it was nothing.

"That's kind of sounding good to me. The sun is brutal." Devin's hand casually stroked Joey's stomach, as if he had no idea the flutters that was causing inside her.

"You want to go inside?" She thought she kept her voice casual. Though she was anything but. Joey had begun to feel the constraints of their visits together, here at the parties surrounded by a crowd. But she hadn't dared say a thing. She didn't know what this was. He went back to college soon, she started college soon. She tried to remind herself it was silly to expect anything. Yet still, most afternoons, here they were, in each other's arms.

"Yeah, I mean I think you're as tan as you're going to get," Devin laughed. He often teased her -- despite all this time at the pool her skin remained a mostly milky white, contrasting with his chestnut brown.

Joey laughed, she twisted out of his grip. She kept it casual, pulling her hair back into a ponytail and pulling on her sunglasses. Her heart was pounding.

"Ready?" Devin asked, swinging himself around.

But Joey stopped him. "Hold on." Her sister Alex was heading in now. The last thing she wanted was that nerd hovering around her, or even asking what she was doing. Joey looked over to her parents. They were at a crowded table with some of the other adults in animated discussion. They had stopped watching her comings and goings.

Devin seemed to catch on, he glanced after Alex, and over at the adults. "Let's go this way," he suggested and tugged Joey to her feet. The tall tan dreamboat led her in the opposite direction from the patio door the others had used.

Out through the gap in the fence, into the front yard, past the basketball hoop, Devin led Joey who had to double step it to keep up with his stride. She felt the eyes on her bouncing form fade away as they disappeared around the corner to the empty driveway.

"No sisters. No parents. No busybodies," Devin said over his shoulder with a grin. He walked over to the open garage door and glanced in. She followed his beckoning hand.

The garage was indeed cool and refreshing after the blazing sun. Joey's feet almost felt chill on the concrete. She hugged her arms together. The garage was blindingly dark after the sun, and what little she could see disappeared as Devin hit a button and the grinding garage door eclipsed what light there was.

"I can't see!" Joey laughed, reaching out for where she thought he was. Her hand waved in the air and she felt a moment of panic before he gripped her upper arm. Her vision began to return, she could make out his silhouette.

"Good, then no one will see this but us." Another hand found the back of her head and held her still as a set of lips touched hers. She was kissing him. Joey was kissing Devin, her head tilted back, his warm lips on hers. His tongue on her lips.

"I've been wanting to do that for quite a while." He spoke so quiet as he broke the kiss she knew the words were only for her. Joey thought she could feel his smile if not see the gleam of his teeth.

"You have?" Joey wasn't sure how to distinguish coy from naive. She wanted him to think this was not as new to her as it was.

"Oh yeah. Since the first time I saw you, hiding across the pool." He kissed her again, Joey able to make out now the motion of his head as it grew close. Devin felt her cranking her neck back though and broke the kiss. "Let's move over here. Careful."

He led her through the dim shapes of the garage. There were no cars in here, but mysterious objects scattered around, a gleam from high windows above, the hum of some machine. Finally he took her hand and helped her feel the item in front of them, as if she were blind. Joey could already make it out, her eyes had adjusted. But she let him.

They sat down on the sofa. And immediately were entwined. Joey couldn't believe it was suddenly, finally, happening -- but her body was ready for this. She grasped at his bare skin as he pulled her to him. She could feel him everywhere. Couldn't feel anything but him.

Devin wasn't tentative, like Joey's high school boyfriends had been. Though he'd been a perfect gentleman in the days before, he let his hands roam her body, his tongue plumb her mouth, without hesitation. Joey wasn't sorry, but it was hard to keep up. Hard not to feel like he would realize what a immature high school girl she was. But that was the last thing she wanted. To prove herself, she pushed her tongue past his teeth, pushed her hands down his body, ground herself against him.

"You're so fucking hot," Devin murmured into her mouth. His hand was on her breast, massaging it through her bikini top. His tongue ran circles around hers. His other hand found her ass and stroked the bare cheek. Joey felt practically naked beneath his hands.

"You too," she answered, her own hands exploring him. He was hard, muscled back beneath her fingers, hairy thigh flexing under her hand. Joey couldn't catch her breath, had to break the kiss.

Devin didn't take a break. His mouth moved down her throat, and she felt his strong hands grip her waist and pull her up higher. His back was against the armrest and she was straddling him now. He lifted until his mouth was on her cleavage. Now Joey loomed over him in the dark, her head thrown back as he let his lips and tongue explore her chest. Her boyfriends before, they had wanted this too. But they hadn't known how to take it.

"You've got such amazing tits." Joey wouldn't have appreciated that praise in another context, but as he sucked and licked at her breasts she felt his worship, his excitement. She knew this was something that drew Devin in, something that had led him to draw her away from the pool, something that had made this moment happen. She stroked the back of his head, held him there, encouraged his worship.

He was more than a mouth though. Even as he moved his oral attack from one breast to the other, Joey felt a hand slide up her bare thigh. He stroked her inner thigh. He stroked her bikini bottom. He pushed his hand inside the thin fabric.

"Hold on, Devin," she muttered, gasping at the same time as his fingers found the light fuzz of her mound. Her vision in the dark had returned and she looked over his head, well-aware that they were perched in the Martins's garage, with a whole party happening around them. "Someone could come in." She saw the refrigerator that had been the source of the hum, imagined someone looking for more soda.

Devin lifted his mouth from her chest, but his fingers continued their downward search. "Don't worry, babe, you're fully dressed. No one's going to care about a little makeout session." His mouth moved over her bikini to and she felt the pressure of his tongue through the fabric. "I'll even leave this on."

It was hard to think logically -- his fingers were stroking the soft flesh of her sex so gently, so insistently. And the fear rose again, did she sound like a stupid teen? Would a college girl care about being walked in on? Did she care?

"I've been waiting forever for this," he added. Whether he meant the way he was biting and sucking at her breast, or the way his finger had pushed inside of her, or something else entirely, Joey didn't know. She only knew she wanted Devin to have it, what he'd been waiting for, what he wanted from her.

It was uncomfortable at first, him pushing inside of her, not timidly or tepidly like her former boyfriends, but deep and quick. She grimaced into the dark above his head though and allowed herself to adjust for the sensation, the quick thrust of his finger in and out. Devin sucked at her breast through the bikini until the fabric was wet and her nipple beneath was engorged. It began to feel good, even okay when he pressed down with his teeth, and Joey started to rock with the motion of his hand beneath her.

With each rock of her hips, Joey felt her sex slide against his hand sending sparks through her body. Devin responded to her motion by increasing his pace, thrusting too fast and too hard for Joey to reach that feeling that hung just out of reach, but it felt good, his strong warm hand against her, his finger pushing inside her like a little cock.

That at least was familiar; Joey had had sex with her boyfriends, they just never had shown much interest or prowess at fingering her. She knew a girl could get off from this, she just couldn't find how. She wanted more, something more.

So did Devin. He took her hand and put it between them, pulling it down his tight abdomen until she could feel his swimsuit. "God, look how hard you've got me." He made sure she felt his erection beneath the fabric. Joey didn't move her hand, letting Devin press it against him.

He seemed to wait a beat, still fingering Joey, his lips at her cleavage. When she didn't say anything, do anything, Devin spoke once more.

"I can't go back out there while I'm like this." She felt her hand being pushed back and forth to feel the length and stiffness of his dick.

"Right, I know," Joey laughed. It would be a bit awkward if they strolled out of the garage and he had a tent in his suit like this.

Devin shifted underneath her, and she felt him tug his suit down, exposing himself. "And we don't want anyone walking in on this," Devin added. Joey could feel him, naked under her hand. He was not the first guy she'd touched, but it happened so suddenly, she found herself flinching away, surprised. "So we don't have a lot of time."

Devin's hands were on her shoulders now, and he pulled her down and met her mouth with another kiss. She wasn't sure what they were doing, how it had gotten to this, but she didn't think too hard about it when he kissed her, his tongue on her lips.

"God, you're so hot, such a fucking tease, Joey," Devin laughed, breaking the kiss. He was urging her further down the sofa. She was straddling his legs. His naked penis was brushing against her bare stomach. "Help me out."

Joey wasn't an idiot. She knew what he wanted. He wasn't the first boy she'd been with who had tried to convince her he needed to get off. Usually they'd been dating for a while first. But none of them had been as hot or cool as Devin.

"Oh, that's right." Joey had gripped his hardness in her hand, and Devin urged her on. His hands were still on her shoulders, guiding her further down his body. She was crouched now over him, his eyes lost in the dim garage.

Joey stroked him. He was big and hard and the flesh was warm and soft beneath her touch. She had never felt particularly talented at this, never been sure which things guys liked, but Devin helped.

"Fast like that, yeah," he told Joey. "Not so tight." "Right there, yeah, jerk it right there." He guided her until she was doing just what he needed, it seemed. She could feel his stomach beneath her, his breath coming quicker, his muscles tensing.

"Put it in your mouth."

She didn't react at first, looking up at the silhouette of his head. Her stroking grew erratic.

"Go on, suck me off, Joey, please," Devin said but he wasn't pleading. His hand was on her head, urging her down. "Quick, before anybody comes looking for us."

Maybe the fear of getting caught made her move, or the urgency in his voice, or the confusion rolling from him when she hesitated.

"Oh my god, you're so hot," he moaned when she knelt between his legs, crouched over him and put his penis in her mouth. She could see now the dark flash of his eyes as he sat up and watched her, on display in her tiny bikini.

Joey had done this before too. But not quite like this. She felt his eyes, eager and hungry, on her as she worked her lips down his shaft a few inches, and then back up. She used her tongue on him. She could taste him and it wasn't exactly pleasant.

"Watch your teeth," he reminded her. His hands gently held each side of her head, reminding her to keep moving, setting the pace. Joey looked ahead at the dark patch of hair at his root as she bobbed. The taste was growing stronger.

Devin stopped speaking. His breath was coming hard through his nose as he gripped Joey's head and increased the pace of her bobbing. She didn't have time now to tongue him or to do anything but try to be sure her lips were wrapped tight around his shaft, her teeth pulled out of the way, and to remember to breathe through her nose.

Devin grunted as if in pain. Joey looked up at him but she could only see a blur, he wasn't letting her head hold still. He was directing it up and down, just a few inches and then back up, his fingers gripping her hair.

It was a surprise when the cum hit the back of her throat. Joey choked and tried to pull away, but Devin's muscles seemed to lock as his orgasm hit and he held her and himself perfectly still. The only thing that moved was his penis, jerking against her tongue. And his cum, filling her mouth.

As soon as he let go, Joey turned and coughed and spit out the stuff on the floor beside her. It took several tries, it felt like it was coating the roof of her mouth and her tongue. She realized she was smacking her mouth and grimacing in an unattractive fashion.

Devin was laughing, she eventually realized, behind his panting breath. "That was meant to keep us from making a mess," he finally managed to get out, and laughed again. Joey looked at the dark spot on the garage floor. "It's all right," Devin reassured her, "I didn't know you were a spitter. Next time we'll be ready."

Next time. Joey sat up on the couch and rearranged her bikini. She could feel the wet spot on one breast and wondered how visible it was. Devin tugged his suit up and it was like it never happened. Other than the dark spot on the floor.

"Don't step in it," Devin teased as he helped her to her feet. He gallantly held her elbow and waist, walking her through the dark garage, though her adjusted sight now could easily see. He raised the garage door and they were blind again. Joey glanced back once, wondering how obvious the mess she had left behind was. But she couldn't see a thing as Devin led her back into the summer sun.

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"And where did you sneak off to?" Sara turned to face Joey, as soon as the guys had left the party.

"You tell first. I didn't think you liked any of those guys, and then suddenly you and Noah are a thing?"

"Who says we're a thing?" Sara's dark eyes gleamed as she smiled wickedly. "A couple people can head inside for a bit. That's not going steady, Joey."

Joey laughed. Sara always seemed to have the upper hand, despite only being a year older. "Okay, well what was it, exactly?"

Joey thought Sara blushed a bit. The sun was heading down, it was hard to tell. "We just had a little fun. Like I think you and Devin did?"

Joey thought about Devin, and knew the blood was rushing to her own face. His handsome face. The strong chest. His fingers in her. She could still feel the knot inside, wishing he had kept going. Joey could feel the heat in her cheeks, and knew Sara saw it. If she knew what they'd done, would she think less of her? "Yeah. We had fun."

"Okay," Sara watched Joey to see if she was going to say more. "I told you hanging out at these parties would be fun," Sara teased. "They're not just for the grownups."