Pt. 04 - Party Hard

In 1995 Kimberly should finally graduate. She had become a local legend fueled by people's imagination and half-truths, mostly insinuated by Coach Oliver and spread by the guys she'd fucked until then. During the Holidays, she had finally flashed random guys at buses or on the beach, and she "accidentally" showed some relatives more than they should be so eager to see. It was much tamer than her behavior on campus, though.

Coming from the Holidays with her restrictive parents, "Easy Kim" embraced her infamy with gusto and with no patience for the judgments of hypocritical college students. Of course her relationship with Steve was crucial for her notoriety.

Even so, Jessica, a junior to Kimberly, became friends with them. Most girls avoided Kim, though a few befriended her to "steal" some guy she was fucking, only to find out she wasn't possessive in the slightest. Kim even proclaimed to Steve that the best dicks should be shared by all women who dared please themselves against the dictums of a patriarchal society.

Jessica seemed to be into Steve, and Kimberly teased him about fucking the girl.

"Maybe you can tell me one of your adventures for a change. Wouldn't you like to do to her what you've been fantasizing about doing to me?"

The parallel would require significant imagination since Jessica was 5'4", skinny, with small tits and a tight ass. Kim looked like a busty curvaceous giantess by contrast. She actually approached the subject with Jessica, and the girl came out to her.

Kimberly hadn't met many lesbians, let alone one admitted her sexuality in so many words. Kim still believed most of them either dressed like men or had some kind of male affectation--just like indie films portrayed them. It also made her realize how many of her mother's prejudices she still carried. A lot of guys hit on Jessica; only when she snapped back at them, it became clear how little she cared for their opinions, cravings and dicks.

At the time, any non-heterossexual person were usually referred to as "gay", and coming out was even more dangerous than in the subsequent decades, so Kimberly felt flattered that her new friend trusted her enough to confide her sexuality, but that wasn't the only reason Jessica denied the idea of fucking Steve.

"Everybody knows he's your pet."

"My what?" Kim recoiled.

"Don't worry, he clearly likes it! But that's why he's the only guy you never fuck, right?"

Kimberly couldn't accept the term "pet". That was not how she felt about him. Indeed, during the Holidays, she'd missed Steve's camaraderie, support, humor, and their sexually charged daily life, so much so that she'd admitted to herself how she loved him.

Everywhere she went, Kim felt she could control men with her cleavage and, in a sense, women too. They admired or hated her, both were predictable. But no one really looked beyond her skin. Her peeping relatives had sedimented that notion, by then. Kimberly felt even her relationship with her parents were dictated by how hot people thought she was. As much as she enjoyed it, and as much as she believed, by then, that she really was beautiful, Steve was the one person who seemed to like her for her, who not only gawked at her, but appreciated who she was, even that she loved showing off to anyone. The world had a way of making her feel pretty and, at the same time, a shameful slut. With Steve, though, she felt precious.

Still, now it was in the open: Jessica was into Kimberly and she believed Kim's focus in guys was just a matter of narrow preconceptions, probably because of her parents. Jessica was eager to widen Kim's gaze. Kimberly had never realized that girls could lust at each other like that, and Jessica's stares were intense. High school and TV had taught Kim that women would tolerate other women as they competed for men or career breaks, both of which were likely related. Having a female admirer boosted Kimberly's ego in a way that horny men didn't. Despite all that, she felt no intention of pleasing Jessica in any sexual manner.

Meanwhile, the idea of Steve as a pet kept bothering her. She knew her fucking Coach Oliver had tarnished his image on the team. He was bumped up, but the coach had signaled to the boys that Kimberly had something to do with it. Steve looked like a cuck and a cheater and yet he never complained about what she had done without ever asking and he would like it or accept it. He went on winning most fights and admiring every inch of Kimberly.

Eventually, Steve asked her to watch some alternative porn tapes. They showed people wearing latex and high boots. Kim tried getting bossier with him, for his sake. She made him help her choose the clothing and underwear she'd wear to date and fuck other guys, then she'd come back and tell him about it, embellishing the stories, as most men weren't up to a fuck worthy of telling Steve. His cock looked even harder when she masturbated for him telling those stories, but she didn't want to act as those women on the tapes, stepping all over men, putting a leash on them or, worst of all, blindfolding them. Hints on Madonna clips and movies like "9 1/2 Weeks" were more than enough BDSM for her.

Jessica was more and more aware of the dynamic between those two. As they had their nights at Kimberly's or went to parties together, trust grew between them: Jessica and her taste for girls, Steve and his taste for obedience, Kimberly and her taste for being the center of attention. Their friendship came to a decisive moment when Jessica invited them to her cousin's birthday.

As usual, they met at Kimberly's. The warm night brought to memory how she'd shown her pussy in a summer dress to a lecturing professor. Kimberly decided she'd go with no panties, a thin dress and a flowery glowy bra which the dress showed ostensibly, the next best thing to going out actually showing her tits. Down the waist, the dress had curved fold to the left thigh, implying access to a pussy she knew hardly anyone would believe to be actually up for grabs.

"Damn!" was Steve's reaction.

"Down, boy" Jessica told him. "You know she'd fuck the whole party before fucking you. Even I may have a chance tonight."

Through Steve's pants, Kimberly noticed the beginning of a hard on -- both her dress and Jessica's remarks had enticed him, -- but something bothered Kim in that statement. She tried to blow past it, looking herself in the mirror.

"Shouldn't I just write slut on my forehead?" she raised her thigh, showing as much as the slit would allow.

"How about on your ass?" Jessica copped a feel.

The dress was surprisingly light, Kimberly felt Jessica's rings and nails more distinctly than she had anticipated. Jessica did look sexy in her shiny red top and skirt, with a short denim jacket. She had a necklace pointing to the fact that she did have beautiful breasts, small as they were.

On the way out, Kimberly embraced Steve's neck, proud of the outfit she had helped him choose, a not too tight shirt that still valued his arms and white pants that flaunted his ass and would squeeze his cock whenever teased.

At the club, they met Danielle, Jessica's cousin. Only Danielle's two sisters and a few female friends were there. No eyes could avoid Kimberly's glowing breasts at "hello". Their discreet reactions made Kimberly feel they had been warned about her. As they explored the club and found the bar, Kimberly noticed Danielle checking Steve out.

The place was certainly alternative. Kimberly saw some biker jackets, the tiniest skirts, a lot of leather... she was happy for hers and Steve's outfits. There was something sexy about showing her friend off, as if she were proud of some part of her body that could move independently from her. People were not subtle checking each other out. Maybe she had found her tribe, at last.

As they danced, Kimberly noticed most guys would just look at other men. The ones who stared at her breasts seemed too tame and boring for that promising night. The party had just started, though, and she decided to simply dance and drink. What she couldn't ignore was the way Jessica kept leering at her. The girl was pretty sexy on the dance floor, making the most of her slender body. Danielle, Jessica's cousin, observed them both, as if expecting a show.

The night and the drinks went on, but Steve didn't seem to loosen up. Kimberly pushed more beer into him and ended up grabbing and guiding his hips, trying to show off what she had emphasized when choosing his clothes.

As they were dancing to Scatman John, Jessica pushed Steve away, taking his place in front of Kimberly. Out of alcohol and annoyance, Kim had an insight: Jessica humiliating Steve had bothered her because Jessica demeaned him. Kimberly would only humiliate Steve in ways he enjoyed it, but she'd never belittle him, on the contrary. Jessica, however, used to do just that.

So Kimberly kept on dancing, with her eyes on Jessica, but pulling Steve back to her, assertively enough for his face to hit her bra before he managed to recover his balance and keep dancing. She kept him pretty close. As she swayed her chest from side to side, jumping to the beat of new electronic music she didn't recognize, it was hard for Steve to avoid, from time to time, getting brushed on the face by her boobs. Jessica insisted on dancing for Kimberly. Her friends were watching as they seemed to challenge each other.

Steve kept his polite self as best he could, but the proximity to Kimberly's tits got the best of him. Lightly knocking her chest against him, Kimberly knew his cock would react no matter the crowd around them. He wasn't an exhibitionist, but he had the lovely tendency of locking his attention on her and forgetting everything else. Kimberly, on the other hand, felt those strangers' eyes, making her cunt heat up, and she rubbed herself against him before even realizing it.

Steve went completely off the beat, slowly losing himself as her thigh rubbed his cock, with that flimsy dress, her big soft breasts on him, again and again. Danielle came closer and yelled at Kimberly's ear:

"Watch out. He"ll faint," then she stepped away, laughing.

Kimberly put both her arms over Steve's shoulder, dancing up and down, making her tits rub down his face and chest, coming up again. Jessica's eyes never left Kimberly's, but she got a bit farther, dancing with Danielle, who had her eyes ever locked at Steve's butt. Kim grabbed his ass, locking their hips together, dancing against his dick.

Steve had the expression of restrained pain Kimberly knew so well. She was sure his cock should be suffering in those tight pants. Again putting her arms over his shoulder, she shouted by his ear:

"Loosen your belt."

He seemed to wake up, looking at her with a scare. She stared at him, bouncing her tits in front of his face and maintaining the most serious expression. He obeyed. She lowered herself enough to reach into his pants, unbuttoning them, making room for that hard wide cock she had evaded for so long, way too long.

Since they were so close together and her hand was in there, maybe no one could see his hard tip coming off the pants, but anyone could guess as she had to bend sideways a lot to reach his crotch, compensating for their height difference. He had stopped dancing, but she tried not to, even in that position.

Kimberly felt a new urge, she needed to jerk Steve off, gently, trying to let him blow over the scare of what was finally happening, and she herself was elated because Jessica and the others knew full well what she was doing. Despite the darkness, save for the glowing lights, Kimberly wished the whole place would turn around and watch.

She started to move her hand more intently. Lowered down, her face was almost on his level, so she kissed him, their first real kiss, taking him with her tongue as she was claiming his cock with her hand. She heard a few cheers, half mockery and half celebration of people on the dance floor who watched such a popular fantasy coming to life.

Kimberly's arm kept moving up and down, caressing Steve, feeling his steaming rigid cock, calling her to fall on her knees and blow him right then and there.

She finished the kiss and gently laid his face on her chest. Steve was completely passive. Still softly stroking him, she looked around and realized they were drawing so much attention someone from the bar would eventually get the drift and call security, or something worse, but some girls were grabbing themselves more aggressively around them, as if Kimberly and Steve had spread some pheromones. The girls were eating themselves up, groping their asses with vigor, and still checking on Kimberly between kisses. And Jessica was among them.

Kimberly smiled at the small crowd. She had to release Steve's cock for a while, just to guide him, slowly, half dancing against him, bringing him and whoever wanted to watch to a corner. There was a dark wall with a very narrow plank sideways, like a useless and long mini-table, and a few stools. Kimberly leaned against the the plank, hurting her back a bit, forcing them to hide as best they could from anyone who could frown upon that kind of show. People came closer, blocking the view. That night Kimberly really wished she were shorter.

Going to that corner had given her some sense again. She had to lose it. Kimberly rubbed Steve's face against her breasts, his month came open and he licked wherever she guided him to. Kim closed her eyes, keeping to the beat again, feeling his tongue coming closer to her nipple, as she used his face to bring her bra just a bit down, and down, and down.

As he rolled his tongue on her nipple, Kim's pussy demanded that thick cock she had been playing with. Kimberly didn't know if she was leaning down or melting against the bar, trying to lower her hip to his. Her dress, pressed against the wood on her back, stayed up, as she lowered her ass down, at first not even noticing how naked she was getting. Kimberly had her condoms, but she didn't want them, Steve didn't fuck anyone, Steve was perfect.

Kimberly brought her leg around him, pulling him closer. There were some boys around them now, dancing, cheering and watching, their eyes on her exposed tits and on Steve's upper butt cheeks.

As she lowered herself she felt a quick desperation, then she felt it, the head against her clit. It missed her cunt, going up against her skin, and she lost any restraint she'd had left. She kissed Steve again and forced his cock against her pussy. She was soaked but still too tight for him, it wouldn't come in easily. Kim wished the coach could see her adorable Steve now, about to fuck her for everyone else to see. He didn't have to manhandle Kim, nor to humiliate her, she'd give to Steve what the coach had to take by force, and Coach Oliver, could he watch them, would be so mad.

She pressed herself on Steve's cock, hoping not to hurt him but ready to hurt herself if she had to.

She kept on kissing him as if to devour him. He finally grabbed her ass, with the cold hand of someone facing his fears, and lifted her up. Her strong short friend could handle her even in that weird position, and down he brought her pussy right against his cock. The tip got in. She felt like opening herself up for the greatest guy that ever was. His hips were moving and letting her pussy adjust to the size. Kimberly came down a bit forcefully. He grunted, she laughed, an inch more was in.

She caressed his hair and looked around. To anyone who looked at her face she showed a wicked smile, inviting them to see all they wanted. Steve pulled out, rubbed her pussy with the head, let it in gently, preparing her for more. Kimberly knew he grew wider from there.

It was harder to fuck in public than she'd thought, but after that point her cunt had wet his cock so much it came in almost all the way. She felt joy, triumph, a sense of achievement that made her laugh to the ceiling. Steve came back inside her and their waists were tight on each other. They rubbed themselves hard, his cock stretching and filling her like she always knew it would.

Kim thought she saw a camera on the crowd. It looked like a toy in the dark, so tiny. It made her realize her breasts were completely off her bra and her dress was a huddle of fabric on her waist. That made her cum so hard she hit her nape on the wall and carved her nails on Steve's hard shoulders.

Steve had gotten his grip, he held her even as she jolted around, impaling and gaping her cunt. Getting tightly rammed as she came in front of strangers was too much. Her legs gave way. She was held up only by his firm hands -- one on her back, the other grabbing her ass -- as well as his hips.

As recovered some sense of her surroundings she realized she must have yelled louder than the music. There were more curious dancers around them, and some of the prior ones seemed to be explaining the situation. There were more boys around, and Kimberly, on a dare, used her leg to drop Steve's pants further. There were more cheering. She saw Danielle clapping her hands.

Kim laughed and caressed Steve's lips, coming up and down as they fucked each other. Her cunt was recovering from the shock and the pleasure of taking him was getting sharper again. She firmed both her feet on the ground, bending her knees a lot so she wouldn't get away from his cock. That position tightened her pussy.

"Fuck," Steve grunted.

"What? Do you like this?" with just a touch of sadism, Kimberly contracted her burning wet pussy. Then, letting her tits bounce softly on his top chest, she moaned the magic words she had told him so many times: "Cum for me, honey."

"Fuck!" Steve groaned again, and Kimberly felt him pulse hard inside her, his hips forcing her up with sudden vigor.

She almost fell, and his cock stretched her deep, still pumping, as she kept draining it. She hugged Steve with all her strength, craving him more than ever.

Kimberly saw a stir on the crowd. Steve was slowing down, so she rode his cock harder. She needed to cum again. Kim forced herself on him as fast as she could, and she came. Again she held his muscles as if to crush them, feeling her hair cover her face as her head dropped down. She tried but couldn't scream, for bliss surged too strongly through her.

Steve lost his strength, He tried to avoid it, but she went down, stumbling to the ground, her ass on the cold wet floor, her whole body under the narrow bar and her smile still strong. She could feel her tits tremble with her silent laugh, but she actually worried herself that a bit of his cum would flow to the floor instead of staying inside her. She had an urge to absorb it as if absorbing him.

Kim admired Steve with his pants by his knees. He didn't seem as pressed as one would think to hide that amazing dick. Maybe he was proud after such a show.

The stir became clear now, some people were trying to come to the corner, forcing the crowd. Kimberly brought her bra up and tried to cover her ass. Steve zipped his pants with incredible speed. An older black woman, tattooed and with hands covered in rings, looked straight at Kimberly and pointed left. Neither Kim nor Steve understood her right away. Danielle came running and pulled them in that direction.

There was security coming their way, but many customers were blocking them, trying to keep them calm, as others were just fucking around and dancing, but making their work harder. Through the left, Kimberly, Steve and a few girls passed near the bathrooms, used a restricted door to the kitchen and came out of the club.

They went out laughing. Danielle and her two sisters were there, but Jessica wasn't.

Only Steve was serious, subdued, confused, but Kimberly hugged him tight, nesting him on her poorly arranged bra once more.

"Come on," Kim forcibly grabbed Steve's butt, with a smile across her face. "Let's go home, honey."