She's A Keeper: Pound Town

She's A Keeper is an ongoing story about Penny, who's working on fucking all of her ex-boyfriend's friends after he broke up with her, much to his friends' delights. The plot of this story is chosen in part by my patrons, who vote on what happens next throughout, and I am sharing the completed "episodes" here. Parts 1 and 2 get deeper into the story, but there is a recap written into this part and the basics are this: Dane broke up with Penny, Dane's friends decided they would compete with each other to date her so she'd stick around, Dane's friend Nola challenged Penny to sleep with everyone in the friend group, and Penny just found out the small town she lives in has a sex club.

This story features side characters in an open relationship and someone having sex with multiple partners. If that upsets you, I suggest not being in an open relationship or having sex with multiple partners.

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Harris

Pookie: What the fuck is wrong with your friends

Me: They don't get random no-context texts from their girlfriends asking what the fuck is wrong with their collective friend group when they're hanging out with their fuck buddies while she's supposed to be getting ready for roller derby?

other things, probably

Pookie: Other things definitely.

sorry. I'm just pissed off and derby doesn't start for another forty-five minutes so I can't even elbow my anger away

fine. Emma's in the shower and then probably needs a break. I made her squirt so much she slid off the couch lol

she's okay, that's actually hilarious

is. As is her couch. She's got that performance fabric that's kinda like leather. Easy clean up, thankfully, although I have to remember to tell her she's out of paper towels

why are our friends pissing you off?

let's see. I'm still pissed off at Dane for breaking up with Penny in the first place. And the fact that he dragged you into it because he needed some excuse to end things with one of the hottest girls on the planet since he was too much of a coward to do it and potentially piss off his friends.

Pookie: I guess I'm not pissed at Beau and Kellen. I haven't heard from them for a while.

again, they're best friends with Evander and Evander is a fucknugget

surprising. Evander's usually a fuck-chicken-tender at best.

Pookie: He turned her down

, what?

. All that talking up I did about how everyone wants to fuck her and we all like her so much, and what does Evander do?

. Penny. Down.

Me: I really thought he was into her. What even happened?

was at the grocery store and she thinks Evander might have seen her and Tobin making out

? Where did Tobin come from?

Pookie: He drove her to the grocery store to get cheese

. So the mac and cheese thing really worked, then

. Except I'm pissed off at that asshole too

Me:... at Tobin?

, you know I'm always on your side, but I don't think anyone's ever described Tobin as an asshole in his life. He's probably the nicest dude I've ever met. And I've literally met the Pope

work that factoid into way too many conversations

yes, I'm pissed at him too. Because the whole reason Penny texted me was to ask if I knew anything about Pound Town

just jumped out of the bathroom to ask me if I'm okay because I'm laughing so hard

joking

. He's taking her to a sex club.

you're pissed at him for taking her to the sex club because you don't like Pound Town? Or because you're going to have to live up to whatever unforgettable experience she has there once it's your turn to fuck her?

Me: Or is it that you're regretting making yourself the prize for completing the challenge because Tobin gets to be the first one to corrupt Penny?

because the dumb ass just fed her a bunch of mac and cheese before taking her to a sex club. Like, she might be fine, but that's a heavy meal to eat right before getting the sense fucked out of her

not even gonna get to try anal, Harris

right

motherfucker

Tobin

I thought everyone knew about Pound Town.

Not everyone went to Pound Town--or, as it was actually called, Essence--but it wasn't some big secret. I was pretty sure all our friends had been at some point. Maybe not Dane. But Harris had for sure, since that was where he'd found me fucking his girlfriend that one time. And I'd seen some of the others there a few times, not that I'd ever told anyone because it didn't really feel like my information to share.

But Penny?

Penny definitely hadn't known about Pound Town.

"We don't have to," I said as her face turned redder and redder, her round eyes even bigger and rounder than usual and her mouth half open. "If it's not your thing, it's fine."

"I just... how?!" she exclaimed. "This is such a small town! How do we have a sex club?!"

"The hippies," I answered.

Penny nodded. "Right. Of course. The... hippies."

"You know about the hippies," I said.

"Yeah. Totally. But in case I didn't, remind me what, um, that means?"

I tried not to laugh. "It's why Aurora Flats is a little more progressive than you'd expect from a small town like this. Years ago, this group of people bought, like, a big chunk of land and started their own sort of mini-town just outside of town."

"Like a commune?" she asked.

"Maybe. I guess that might be why my dad used to call them communists. Anyway, they were part of why this place grew the way it did and stuff. And one of the places they built in the mini-town was a building they called, like, the Essence of Pleasure or something like that. Once they realized people who weren't part of the mini-town wanted to check it out, they started running it as a sex club."

"That's now referred to as Pound Town," she said.

"I think some people refer to the mini-town in general as Pound Town, but that's what they mean, yeah."

She kept nodding. "Right. That makes sense. And you go there?"

"Sometimes." I shrugged. "It's a nice place. After they started pulling in a shit-ton of money from memberships, they rebuilt the building. And it's super safe and stuff. Lots of paperwork and a wristband system and stuff. Like, if you were to go, you'd have to wear a blue band."

"Because I'm not a member?"

"Sort of. It means there's no STD test on record."

Her lips rounded into an O. "So people know they have to use condoms."

I nodded. "And there's the stoplight bands. If you're there and open to messing around with others, you get a green band. Yellow means you're open to being watched or interacted with, but not touched. And red means you're not interested in being approached."

Penny nodded again. "Right. That's... responsible."

"Yeah. But anyway, I figured I'd just mention it. We can stick around here."

Her head kept bouncing. "We could, yeah."

The words trailed off in a way that didn't quite sound complete. So I waited a moment, letting a silent pause stretch between us.

"Or..." she finally said.

"Or what?" I asked.

She wasn't quite looking at me. "Or we could, um, check it out. If you... if you like it."

"I'm not a platinum member because I don't like it," I said.

Her neck snapped towards me. "You're a platinum member?!"

"Yep. I figured it was worth the investment since I was going so much."

"I thought you said you only go sometimes!"

"Well, yeah," I said. "Like, I'm not there right now. But I don't go just to have sex or whatever. There's a hot tub and sauna and stuff. And the Snack Bar. It's a cool place to just chill sometimes."

Another nod. "Okay. And... and if I don't want to, like, mess around with anyone but you..."

"Then we both put on red wristbands."

She looked up at me. "Well, I would probably. But you could wear whatever one you wanted."

"If I'm going with you, I'm going with you," I said. "My wristband's gonna match yours. And it's not set in stone. You can change your wristband throughout the night. They're mostly general guidelines to help people set boundaries, but you're responsible for deciding how firm those boundaries are for yourself. I've definitely worn a yellow one but decided to mess around with someone like I was wearing green."

"Okay," she said softly.

"You seem nervous."

"Of course I am," she said. "But I'm also, um... you know..."

"Wet?" I suggested.

She burst out laughing. "That's one way of putting it."

I grinned. "So you want to go?"

She swallowed hard and nodded again. I decided no matter what we ended up doing there, we were going into the hot tub at some point. Her neck was bound to get sore if she kept nodding like that.

There were showers at Pound Town, but Penny asked if she could take a few minutes to shower before we went. Of course I said yes; for one, it was up to her what she wanted to do, and for two, the showers weren't private. They didn't even have separate locker rooms for men and women, let alone shower stalls.

For three, it gave me time to make a phone call I'd been itching to make for a while.

He didn't pick up the phone the first time I called, which wasn't unusual. So I called again, and he still didn't pick up, which also wasn't unusual. The third time I called, he answered on the second ring.

"You know you can leave a voicemail, right?" Evander said, his voice tired. "Or send a text?"

"You barely ever respond to my texts," I said. "And you never check your voicemail. You brag about it, actually."

"I know." His voice was flat. "Don't you have some cheese to go mac with Penny or something?"

"We've already macked the cheese. Penny's in the shower."

"That was fast. Did you even take time to eat first or...?"

I frowned. "Uh... yeah. We just ate. Like I said."

"That wasn't the--never mind." He sighed. "What do you want, Tobin?"

"I wanna know what the hell all that was at the grocery store."

His response sounded bored. "What all what was?"

"You know what I mean."

"What, you're mad I didn't congratulate you for winning Nola's little game?" He scoffed. "Sounds petty, but fine. Congrats on snagging Penny in less than a day. Is there anything else or can I go now?"

"It's not like that. I didn't 'snag' her."

"It's not?" he asked. "So you're saying I didn't see you making out with your new girlfriend like fucking teenagers in a grocery store parking lot? It was some other guy named Tobin who looks exactly like you?"

"No, I mean it's not like that," I said again. "Yeah, we were making out, but she's not looking for something serious right now."

Evander was silent for a moment. "Is this your way of saying you want me to keep this on the down low or something? Because fine, whatever. I don't want to be involved in your drama."

It took a lot to piss me off, but Evander was apparently really good at it. "That's not even close to what I'm saying. At all. But I'd rather you not get the wrong idea because her kissing me isn't gonna stop her from kissing other people. And I don't have a problem with that."

"How benevolent of you," he said.

"Yeah, well, given how shit went down with Dane, I think she needs to be shown how valued she is. By everyone<."

"So you're, what, offended? That I said I wouldn't go out with her?" he asked.

"I'm not offended by anything," I said. "I'm angry you were a dick to her while you were doing it."

He went silent. Unlike Evander's normal silences, this one had an air of shock to it.

"What?" he finally said.

"You told her she wasn't your cup of tea," I said.

"I didn't say--"

"Dude, come on," I said, and he went quiet again. "Penny's our friend. Just because you're not attracted to her doesn't mean you're not capable of turning her down nicely."

For a moment, all I could hear was soft breathing.

"That isn't what I meant," he said, his voice low.

"That's what she thinks you meant," I said.

"Well, it's not."

"Well, that's how it seems, Evander."

"You think so?" he snapped, and I raised my eyebrows even though no one could see me. "You really think I'm not into her?"

"Everyone else--"

"--saw her as a fucking game, asshole," he said. "If every single one of you wants to be her rebound fuck, then go for it. I don't want that, and not because I don't want her. I don't want to be her rebound. I'll fucking wait."

Oh.

Ohhhhh.

Also, oh, but in a kind of annoyed tone while wrinkling my nose because even though I got what he was saying, he was wrong.

"I can't speak for anyone else, but I don't want to be her rebound either," I said. "If that's what Penny wants, then cool. I'll still be her friend afterwards. If she wants to keep seeing where things go, I'll still be there for that, too. But one thing I can tell you is that right now, right at this moment, Penny doesn't want or need to be locked down to one person. And honestly, it's too early to tell, but something tells me she's about to find out if being with just one person is for her at all."

"What are you saying?" he asked.

"I'm saying you need to get over yourself because Penny's going to do what she wants," I said. "But if you keep acting the way you did tonight, you're not gonna get a chance to even be a rebound fuck, let alone anything more. You hurt her feelings. You're probably gonna end up seeing a lot more than just me and Penny kissing, and if you're going to be a dick about it, maybe you should make sure you don't see her at all."

"I see how it is. Trying to make it easier for yourself?"

"I'm trying to make sure she doesn't feel shitty about what she's doing."

"And what it is it she's doing?"

"It's not my place to tell you that."

He scoffed. "Whatever, Tobin. I'm hanging up now. Have fun making mac and cheese or whatever."

"We're going to Pound Town, actually, but I'll make sure we have fun," I said, then before Evander could respond, I hung up.

Maybe that was kind of a dick move. I felt a little bad about it. Most of the time, I tried to be pretty chill. I liked to be nice to people.

But that meant when I stopped being nice and chill and go-with-the-flow, people listened to what I had to say. And right then, Evander needed to be told.

Plus, I'd heard Penny's shower turn off, so I'd had to end the call.

She came out a few minutes later, her hair still dry but her skin glowing and clean, dressed in a pair of jeans and a cute yellow top that flashed a hint of her soft midriff. Unlike the nervous expression she'd worn when she went into the bathroom, now she had a look of resolute confidence on her face.

"Ready to go?" she asked.

"Hell yeah," I said, and reached out so I could hold her hand as we walked to my car.

Penny

The two-storey building was unassumingly cheerful. In the fading glow of daylight, orange and pink washed across brick walls and reflected in the darkened windows. Planters full of late summer flowers lined the concrete sidewalk leading up to the door, which was made of heavy, solid wood and had a small metal sign engraved with the only mention of what this business was.

ESSENCE

Below that, there was a smaller plastic sign:

This is NOT the Essence on 2nd Spa! That would be located on 2nd Avenue.

And then a third sign:

ABUSE TO OUR STAFF WILL NOT BE TOLERATED. IT IS NOT THEIR FAULT YOU MISTAKENLY ARRIVED AT A SEX CLUB

"This happens often enough that they need a sign?" I asked.

Tobin nodded as he pulled the door open. "I suggested they just officially change their name to Pound Town, but they said it's a matter of principle at this point."

Despite the packed parking lot, the dimly-lit foyer Tobin led us into was unexpectedly small and, aside from a slim woman with tanned gold skin and frizzy blonde hair held back by a wide blue ruched headband perched at a counter, empty. But it wasn't quiet; the moment she laid her alluring green eyes on us, she clapped her hands together in excitement.

"Tobin!" the woman said as the stacks of bangles and crystal beaded bracelets on her wrists jiggled. "It's great to see you! You haven't been here in ages."

"I was here Tuesday," Tobin said. "You've just been on vacation."

"And what a vacation," she said dreamily.

"The cruise went well, then?"

"Phenomenal. I'm going to try talking Marcel into partnering with some of the other clubs in the province to sponsor one because I know we can pack a ship. It won't be a hard sell." She looked at me as though she already knew I'd agree with her. "As soon as the first cold snap hits, all we'll have to do is mention warm weather, sunshine, and a bunch of naked people fucking on a boat in the middle of the ocean. Bam, sold-out sex cruise."

"That makes sense," I said.

"Right? I knew I liked you." She smiled brightly, then tilted her head. "Also, who are you?"

"This is my friend, Penny," Tobin said. "Penny, this is Amethyst."

"Amy for short," Amy added quickly. "There are four people who are allowed to call me Amethyst: my mother, my grandmother, my father, and Tobin."

I glanced at Tobin, sensing a theme that I wasn't too sure I felt good about. "Because you're... also her... family?"

Amy let out a caw of laughter as she slapped the counter beside her. "Oh, hell no. Tobin earned the right, fair and square." I wanted nothing more than to find out how he'd done that, but Amy barrelled on before I could ask, turning towards the nearby computer and starting to type. "So are you a new member? Marcel didn't mention that we had any new sign-ups."

"Not yet," Tobin said. "She's here as my guest."

You'd think by her reaction that Tobin had told her I was the literal queen of Canada or something. Amy's eyes went so wide and round that there was white all the way around her irises.

"A guest!" she repeated. "Now, that's adding some excitement to my first shift back."

A shuffle of forms and waivers later, Amy laid out the club's main rules. They basically boiled down to don't be a dick and not respecting consent would get you kicked out immediately, but she was sure to remind Tobin that as the member, he was responsible for my behaviour and making sure I followed all the little rules and etiquette things.

Once he agreed, she hauled a small, flat box out from beneath the counter and lifted the lid.

"Now," she said. "Tobin explained the wristband system to you?"

"He did," I said.

Amy shot me a wide grin. "Perfect. So you know you need one of these"--she handed me a blue wristband--"and what colour are we picking today?"

I glanced at Tobin sidelong. "What colour do you usually get?"

"Whatever the colour you're leaning towards is," he said.

Damn. I'd hoped he would at least give me a hint.

The problem was they all had their pros and cons. Red was the safe choice. The obvious choice. This was my first time doing anything like this. The sensible thing to do would be to get a sense of what the culture and expectations were. I was here with Tobin, and that was that.

Except it wasn't.

Because even now, faced with picking my colour, part of me felt like choosing red would be like choosing to go to a zoo. I would be here, in this place, surrounded by these unfamiliar things, and I be an observer. Not a participant.

And if that was what mattered most to me, then the new obvious choice was to pick green. Green was the cannonball into the pool, throwing myself in recklessly and completely, indulging in something new and different and fun. Plus, it wasn't like green meant I had to do things with anyone else. It really just meant I was open to being asked.

But selfishly, I was here with Tobin.

Tobin, who'd already told me he would pick the same colour wristband as me.

I knew we weren't together, but I also didn't know if I could handle watching someone else approach him, pulling him away from me when I wanted to experience this with him.

So obviously, the answer was yellow, right? Yellow, where other people could watch, where we could interact with but not touch others. The best of both worlds; I wasn't just an observer, but I wasn't throwing all caution to the wind, either.

Except...

Well.

I mean, I didn't know how much I wanted to be watched.

I'd never been watched before. None of my exes had been the type to ask to watch me touch myself and the most risque photos I'd ever taken were in my bikini on the beach.

"We can always come back and change colours," Tobin said, breaking the soft silence that had fallen.

I nodded, still considering the wristbands in front of me, then swallowed back the dryness in my mouth and said the first colour that came to mind.

"Yellow."

"Yellow it is," Amy said. "Tobin?"

"Same," he said confidently.

After helping us put the bands on, Amy handed us locker keys, towels, and a small bag containing condoms and lube and mints, which seemed thoughtful. Then she ushered us to the door with a cheerfully innocuous "Have fun, kids!"

"And take good care of our Tobin for us, will you?" she said under her breath as she opened the door. "He's a special one."

The door closed before I could respond, not that it mattered. Replacing the dimness and peace of the foyer was slightly less dimness and zero peace courtesy of bass-heavy dance music I hadn't so much as suspected was playing before she'd open the door.

They were absolutely not fucking around with the sound-proofing in this place.

"This is the Snack Bar," Tobin over the music. "It's the only place you can't be fully naked."

Instead of the small lounge with a concession stand and maybe a few tables or something that one would picture when told there was a snack bar, it was more like a high-end nightclub. There was plenty of seating, raised platforms with pole dancers on them, and a dance floor. Everyone was in various states of dressed and undressed; some people looked like they were dressed for a typical club, while others were clad in lingerie or underwear.

"Do you have to be naked everywhere else?" I asked Tobin.

"You don't have to. You'll see people everywhere between fully dressed and totally naked. A lot of people go around in underwear or lingerie. That's usually what I do if you want to drop our stuff off in the lockers first. But if you're not ready to, you know, get to that point, we can hang out in the bar for a bit. Or stay dressed while I show you around. Your choice."

I looked around again. Most of the people in the Snack Bar were at least topless and the only other denim I saw was by a man wearing cutoffs so short that his penis was actually sticking out of one of the legs.

"Let's go to the lockers," I said, and as soon as we got there, I started undressing before I lost my nerve.

"This is one of the three places sex isn't allowed," Tobin said casually as he peeled his shirt off. "Here, the Snack Bar, and the hot tub. All pretty much for sanitary reasons. No one wants to sit in a hot tub full of jizz or put their stuff down onto a bench that's, you know. Sticky. People go around cleaning a lot, but it's also common courtesy to wipe things down after you use them."

"That makes sense," I said. "Do they have--"

And then Tobin let his pants drop and I forgot what I was asking.

My eyes didn't know what to do. They darted down to take in the sight of Tobin in a pair of fitted white boxer-briefs, then back up at his eyes because oh my God, that was the polite thing to do.

And then down again because he stepped out of his jeans and holy shit, I could see the outline of his dick pressing through the fabric.

And then up because for fuck's sake, Penny, we're mid-conversation about--

And then they stayed up because honestly, I just needed a moment to take in the whole package.

Like, him overall. Not just his package-package.

Because goddamn. I'd always thought Tobin was hot, but this view of him, with his long auburn-brown hair and blue eyes and smooth skin... it was something else entirely. His frame was on the softer side of toned, not quite muscular or athletic but gently defined in a way that made him seem commanding and unintimidating all at once. There were curls of reddish-brown hair on his chest and his nipples were a deep rose colour that I desperately wanted to taste, despite knowing damn well that colours didn't have a flavour.

"Wow," Tobin said.

My eyes snapped up to his because despite looking at him, I wasn't looking at him. "Huh?"

Tobin's mouth twitched. "I think a lot of people are gonna want to watch you tonight."

I was confused until I realized I'd been so distracted checking Tobin out that I'd finished stripping down to my underwear, too. Blushing, I glanced down at what I'd put on after my shower.

I wasn't usually a matching-bra-and-panties kind of person--who had the time for that every single day?--but I did have a few sets for days when I wanted to feel a little sexy or extra confident or whatever. This was one of those sets: lacy and off-white, with that once-in-a-lifetime find of a bra that fell in the perfect place between push-up and natural, lifting and supporting everything but not so padded that my breasts looked entirely different once I took it off. It was lined enough that it wasn't see-through, but thin enough that I knew for a fact Tobin could see my nipples pressing into the fabric. The panties were similar; not sheer, but cheeky and fitted in a way that felt like someone had used my body as the template.

Except for when I got turned on, since as soon as my pussy started to get wet, the gusset clung to my folds until the fabric was almost revealing more than it hid. But I'd have that problem no matter which panties I'd put on.

I just hadn't expected it to be a problem this early. But at least I wasn't alone; the outline in Tobin's boxer-briefs had become noticeably more defined as I stared at him.

"I think they'll be watching you just as much," I finally said.

"I dunno about that."

"Really? I was about to ask you just how serious they are about the no-sex-in-the-locker-area rule."

Tobin's lips curled up and he leaned forward. My breath hitched, but instead of grabbing me and yanking my panties off and burying himself inside me before we'd even made it past the locker area, he reached past and gently closed my locker door.

"I can think of a few places that'll be way more fun than here," he said, his voice low. "Let's finish the tour first so you can pick one."

"Okay," I said, my voice breathier than intended. "What were you saying about the, um... whatever you were saying?"

He enveloped one large hand around mine, leading me through the locker area and pointing out both the bathrooms, should I need those facilities, and very specifically, the bath room. Which was literally a room with a big claw-footed bathtub in it that was currently occupied by a gorgeous woman with reddish-brown skin who was clearly masturbating beneath the bubbles.

"They're two-way," he explained in a quiet voice, gesturing at the large bank of mirrors on the far side of the room. "It's kind of like a voyeur-fantasy thing. All of the role play rooms allow people outside to watch."

The role-play rooms almost reminded me of an aquarium. Each wall had a window peeking into a themed space and there were couches and chairs facing outwards in each direction. In addition to the bath room, there was a room that looked like some kind of royal medieval castle, with a fancy-looking bed and lighting that made it seem like a fire was flickering somewhere just out of sight, and a school room, with desks and a chalkboard and bookshelves behind a teacher's desk.

"There's also the jungle room," Tobin said as we left the area. "But you can't look into that one. It's part of the steam room, so the windows get all fogged up."

He pointed out where the steam room was, along with the hot tub and sauna, as well as a door that led into what he called the dungeon.

"I don't usually go over there," he said. "But I know someone you might like who's really into the BDSM stuff if you're interested in checking it out."

"Maybe another day," I said, watching a latex-clad woman as she escorted a dazed man wearing a pair of jeans towards the hot tub. Not that I could tell he was dazed from the look on his face. But I figured it was a safe bet given the way he stumbled even though the woman was half-holding him up and the angry red welts covering his bare back.

"You okay so far?" Tobin asked as he took my hand and led me the opposite direction of the hot tub.

"Yeah," I said, which was the complete truth. "It's a little tamer than I expected."

He raised his eyebrows. "Tame?"

"Well, yeah," I said, following Tobin up a set of stairs. "It's kind of quiet, honestly."

"You think so?"

"Yeah. It's not a complaint." I squeezed his hand reassuringly. "I just thought there'd be people having orgies everywhere, but other than some people masturbating near the roleplay rooms, there hasn't been much, like, sex."

Then we reached the top of the stairs, Tobin stepped out of the way so I could see past him, and I immediately burst out laughing.

Penny

"So this is the Love Lounge," Tobin said, chuckling as I slapped a hand to my face. "It's kinda like the Snack Bar, but you can fuck in here."

And boy, were people fucking in there.

My eyes landed first on two men who were making out over a woman as she sucked one of their dicks while the other took her from behind. Just past them was a bar where a topless woman was serving drinks to a woman who was practically ignoring the man on his knees behind her, his face buried in her ass. There were plenty of couches and sectionals, some of them filled with people who were staring at TVs on the wall like they were watching the hockey game instead of lesbian porn and others filled with people who were filling other people. All of the furniture was made of what looked like dull grey pleather, though there were no squelching or squealing sounds as bodies moved across it.

And fuck, was it hot.

"Over there is the Alley," Tobin's voice said in my ear, the warmth of his body pressing against my arm as he leaned in. "That's where the glory holes and stuff are."

I'd never really been into the idea of a glory hole, but for some reason, my body perked up at the thought of someone I couldn't see feeding their dick through the hole and into my mouth. Or maybe they had those ones where you could stick the lower half of your body through and let people fuck you.

I had no idea if I'd even like that, but something inside me was screaming to find out.

"You can't use those if you have a blue wristband, though," Tobin continued, and the screaming voice inside me pouted a bit before promptly forgetting about it because there were so many other things to look at. "On the other side is the private rooms. That's mainly just a bed or a couch or whatever. And that"--he pointed at a wide arch that was shorter than a typical doorway--"is the Maze."

"What's the Maze?"

"You remember those indoor playgrounds they had when you were a kid and you could, like, crawl through them? Like the McDonald's play places, but bigger?"

I nodded.

"It's like that, but if it was just the tunnel parts and also everything was padded and big enough for people to have orgies in."

We walked through the Love Lounge to the far side so Tobin could show me what he said was his favourite place. I could see why the moment we stepped into it.

It was an area between two rooms. On the left was The Gold Room, which was the larger of them. It had a stage-like platform on the far end with a king-size bed made of the same grey pleather on it, plus a few chaise longues and those weird-shaped sex chairs pushed off to the side. A large sectional seating area faced the stage, and just behind the seating were the large windows separating the room from the area where we stood.

The Red Room was on the right. It had a stage too, but it was smaller and only had the king-size bed on it. There was no seating in that room, meaning it was much closer to the windows than the Gold Room.

Unlike the role play rooms, these windows were floor-to-ceiling, and they weren't "hidden." The people in the rooms could easily look out and see who was watching them. Or at least, who was there, since there was a murmur of chatter as people casually socialized while sipping drinks they'd brought over from the Love Lounge.

Tobin said something, but I didn't register it. The moment we stepped into the space, the Gold Room drew me towards it with an irresistible pull. A few people shifted politely as I passed, letting me get in closer to the windows so I could see.

On the other side of the glass, a nude woman was laid out on the bed. A man with thick black hair held her legs open so he could eat her out while another man sat on a chaise longue nearby. That man was fully dressed, and his eyes were glued to the woman like he wasn't even aware there were spectators sitting on the couches in the same room as him.

And somehow, I could hear them like I was in the room, too.

"The Gold Room is set up to pipe noise into here," Tobin murmured in my ear, like he'd heard my thoughts.

I nodded, too captivated by what was happening in the room to respond. The man on the chaise had his jaw clenched so tightly it was bulging, his eyes miserable as he raked them over the body of the woman on the bed. She was moaning, squirming, writhing as much as she could, but the black-haired man had her pressed down so hard she was nearly folded in half.

"Please," she was sobbing. "Please, for fuck's sake, just--"

"Don't you dare," the black-haired man said.

I thought he was talking to her at first, maybe telling her she couldn't come, but his head snapped up and he glared across the room at the man on the chaise, who froze with his hand touching the front of his jeans.

"I just--" the other man started.

"You don't get to touch your fucking cock," the black-haired man sneered. "Not until I'm convinced I've made her come enough to make up for all the times you didn't fucking bother."

"It's too tight," the other man complained. "It's pressing into my jeans. I just want to adjust it."

"Does it hurt?" the black-haired man asked.

"Yes."

"Good."

He lowered his head and went back to eating out the woman. A wave of soft chuckles fluttered around us, but mine wasn't one of them. Not because it wasn't funny--it was--but because I was pretty sure if I made any noise, it would come out as a moan.

I had no idea what it was about any of this, but I'd never been so wet in my fucking life.

My panties were soaked. I'd been turned on since we were in the locker area--well, who am I kidding, I'd been in various states of damp arousal since Tobin had driven us to the grocery store--but now?

Now it was almost maddening.

Now I was encased in the sights and sounds of people fucking and being fucked. Of hips clapping against skin and whimpers and gasps. Of moans and dirty talk, of scorching looks being exchanged, of filthy and raw and beautiful fucking sex surrounding me from every side. I couldn't even control how my body was reacting to it; it had gone into overdrive, my core aching like something had been torn away to cause the hollow sensation there. My nipples were hard enough that they felt pinched, so sensitive that my bra fabric was sending shocks of need through me each time I so much as shifted.

"Do you like what you're seeing?"

It was only as Tobin's words made goosebumps rise along my neck and arms that I realized how warm I was. How my heart was pumping heat and arousal through my veins as much as it was pumping blood.

"Yes," I whispered back, still watching the scene in front of me. "Do you?"

"It's why I was asking you about exhibitionism. This is where I like to hang out most of the time."

"In here or in one of the rooms?"

"Both." He was so close I felt the air around me shift as he moved, but not close enough to brush against my skin. "Watching is fine. And I don't mind being watched, but it's more like I like people watching what I'm doing. You know?"

"Yeah," I said, which was a lie. "I mean, no."

"Think of it like hockey. People don't usually become hockey players because they like it when people watch them play."

I thought for a moment, then pressed my lips together. "So you don't want them to watch you. You want them to watch how good you are."

He chuckled. "Yeah, I guess."

"And are you?"

"Am I what?"

"Good?"

"That's up to you to decide," Tobin said.

"Are you going to give me some examples?"

His lips were nearly on my neck. His chest was nearly on my back. I could feel the heat of his body searing the gap between us. Somehow, I could feel his cock hovering above the cleft of my ass, even though the damn thing wasn't touching me.

"Let me touch you?" Tobin asked, his voice low and rumbly.

"Please," I whispered.

He was smiling when he closed the gap and kissed my neck. He smiled as he tasted me, his tongue tracing a curved line just below my ear. He smiled as his cock ended up exactly where I expected it to, nestled against my ass as his skin met mine, and as he slid his hands to my hips so he could pull me back against him even tighter.

And he smiled--he grinned, really, if we're being honest--as I missed muffling the start of the moan that slipped from my lips after he dragged his hands up my sides and cupped my breasts.

"S-Sorry," I mumbled.

"It's okay, Penny." He nipped lightly at my neck. "It's not the kind of show you're supposed to keep quiet at." He dragged his hands along my breasts in unison, ending by rolling my nipples between his fingers and nearly making me cry out again. "People like it when you make noise, actually."

"Yeah, but we're not the ones in th-the..." I trailed off as he ground his hips forward, his cock nudging my panties into my ass crack as he rubbed against me.

"They're not performers." He kneaded my breasts with both hands again, then kept playing with one nipple through the fabric as the other trailed down my ribs and belly. "And even if it was some kind of competitive thing, that just means they have to do more to get everyone's eyes off you and onto them."

I made a noise that was supposed to be a laugh, but there was barely any volume behind it because Tobin took a moment to squeeze a soft curve on my belly. His cock twitched at the same time he hummed his approval and a warm feeling washed over me.

"And," he continued as he slipped his hand into my panties, "isn't that what you're here for? Didn't you pick a yellow wristband so everyone around us knows that they can watch me fuck you?"

I did. I had. I didn't think anyone was going to choose to watch Tobin feeling me up when the woman in the Gold Room was spread wide while her--friend? Partner? A stranger? I didn't know who he was to her--fucked her with his tongue. I didn't mean that in a self-deprecating way, either. It was just a fact.

She was naked.

I was not.

She was lying on a bed, displayed for everyone around us.

I was facing a window, wrapped in Tobin's arms as he pushed a finger inside of me.

"Oh!" I gasped, and it was loud enough that a few people glanced our way. My face burned red entirely out of my control, a rush of something that wasn't really embarrassment flooding over me. Still, I closed my eyes, partly so I could sink into the feeling of Tobin's finger inside me and partly so I could wait until everyone stopped looking in our direction.

Except when I reopened them, there were even more eyes on me.

"Look at her," came a dis-embodied voice. In the room, the black-haired man was gripping the chin of the woman, forcing her head towards the windows.

I wasn't sure when it happened, but they weren't on the bed anymore; they'd moved to the chaise and he was fucking her while she bent over the lap of the other man, who clearly had been told he couldn't touch her. The black-haired man leaned in, still pumping his hips as he brought his mouth beside her ear.

"Look at her," he repeated. "You're so fucking sexy that she needs her man to get her off just from watching you. Just from seeing you get fucked the way you deserve by someone who knows how to do it. You understand?"

"Y-Yes," the woman gasped, her eyes meeting mine.

"This is how you deserve to be fucked. This is what a real man"--and he looked at the other man so viciously that I thought he might actually spit on him--"does for his woman. He treats her like the fucking queen she is." He drove his hips in hard and tears sprang into the woman's eyes. "Understand?"

"Yes," she whimpered again.

"Not you." He looked at the other man, whose face was red and palms looked like they were shaking, even though he had them pressed to his thighs. "Do you understand?"

"Yes."

The man's response was so quiet, there was a chance I just imagined hearing it. But it was enough for the black-haired man, apparently.

"You can stroke your cock," he said, and the other man's hands moved to undo his jeans instantly.

They all finished at nearly the same time, the man on the chaise spurting ropes of cum onto the woman's chest as she writhed, the black-haired man pulling out and coming on her back and ass. Tobin's hand kept moving in my panties and I kept my eyes glued to the people in the room until the black-haired man's face softened into something almost unrecognizable and he moved forward, cupping the other man's face as he checked in. Despite everything, that felt a little too personal to watch, but before I could even say anything, Tobin slipped his hand out of my panties.

"Do you want to continue--" he started.

"Yes," I said immediately.

"--somewhere else?" he finished, grinning. "I mean, we can wait to see if anyone else takes the room, but they're gonna do some cleanup first and that's decidedly less sexy than watching a guy get cuckolded."

"Oh," I said. "Well, also yes."

Tobin smiled, then took my hand.

"Alright," he said. "Where are we going?"

Tobin

Penny's hand was barely in mine before she started moving through the crowd of people outside the Gold Room.

She didn't go towards the Red Room, which is where I would've brought her if she hadn't known where she wanted to go. Which might've been a little much for her first visit to Pound Town. But that wasn't what made her walk in the opposite direction. It wasn't like I told her I was gonna fuck her pressed up against the windows instead of on the bed.

It didn't really matter what made her walk the other way. Penny was walking with the kind of purposeful confidence of a person who'd left the shy half of her sweet and shy persona at home, and wherever she wanted to go, I'd fucking follow.

And follow... fucking. I'd follow her to fuck her. I'd be following... Her. To fuck.

Whatever. My dick was too hard to figure out how to say that properly. What mattered was that I wanted to fuck Penny and I was gonna do that wherever she'd let me.

Which turned out to be in the Love Lounge.

Or at least, that was where she wanted it to be, until we got there and she stopped abruptly.

"Oh," she said, almost dismayed. "It's... busy."

"Well, yeah," I said. "But that's kind of the point. The busier it is, the more people get to watch you..."

She flicked her eyes at me, half-smiling. "It is. But I meant that there are no couches available."

That was a fair point. The Love Lounge had a variety of couches and flat bed-like benches and chairs, but most of them had people on them. The few that didn't had the red cleaning card people put out once they were done so the staff knew to clean up--everyone tended to wipe up after themselves, of course, but it never hurt to have a more thorough clean done--or weren't couches.

"We can wait for a couch," I started to say, but the half smile faded off her face and the dismay I'd heard earlier appeared as a wrinkle on her forehead.

"No we can't." I lifted my eyebrows and Penny's face turned red. "I mean, I can't. I'm... Tobin, I swear to God, I've never been this wet in my entire life." Something insecure flashed across her face. "But if you're not that turned on--"

I didn't mean to interrupt her, but I couldn't hold my laughter in. Penny shifted uncomfortably, her cheeks darkening even more, but I shook my head as quickly as I could.

"Pen, I want you so bad it fucking hurts," I said.

Her eyes flicked down. My cock was hard, which I knew she could tell, but she still looked skeptical. "You don't even seem like it's affecting you."

"Because I've been coming here for years," I said. "And not to jerk my own cock or whatever, but I'm twenty-five, good at fucking, agreeable, and respectful and trustworthy enough that I was offered the chance to buy a platinum membership. They don't just let anyone sign up for those. Put all that together and I've been edged by nearly every woman with even a hint of a dominant streak that's come in here."

She glanced up at me, her lower lip tucked the slightest bit into her mouth. "Really?"

I took her hand and lifted it to my mouth, kissing the back of it. "It's not that I'm not turned on, Penny. I've just had a lot of practice at keeping my cool. But if you don't believe me, you should know that he"--I pulled her hand down and pressed it to the very insistent bulge in my boxers, which twitched beneath her touch like it was trying to get out--"is a terrible liar."

Her fingers closed around me like it was instinct. Eyes still on mine, she slowly slid her hand up my shaft, squeezing just enough to not only make me throb, but for a few drops of pre-cum to leak out the tip. By the time she reached the head, it had left a damp spot on the front of my boxers that she felt as she curled her palm around the tip.

"I guess he's not, uh, lying down at all, is he?" she said, fighting a smile.

"No, but I bet he'd love if you tried to tire him out."

She let out a giggle and I grinned, then covered her hand with mine again and glanced around the Love Lounge.

"I dunno how long it'll take to get a couch," I said, pushing down so I could indulge in the pressure of Penny's hand on my cock. "But there's a chaise open."

She turned her head, following my gaze to one of those curved chair-lounge things that's meant for one thing and one thing only: fucking in almost any position imaginable.

Well, except the position I'd been imagining, which was Penny bouncing on my lap with her tits in my face while she rested her hands on the back of a couch.

But my dick was hard enough that I could probably fuck a hole into a brick wall, so I could save that position for another day.

The biggest problem was that the chaise wasn't in the most ideal place. There was a couch on one side and another across from it so the three pieces made a kind of U-shape. The couch in the middle was occupied by a woman in her forties named Lisa who I'd had sex with a few times. She was chatting with the couple on the other couch, a woman I didn't know and her husband, who I'd seen around a few times.

Well, sort of. Lisa was chatting with the woman. The woman's husband was ignoring the two women entirely, his eyes glued to Lisa's hand as it moved lazily up and down on the cock of the significantly younger man next to her. That guy's eyes were pinched closed and his forehead was glistening with sweat in a way I knew damn well.

What I didn't know damn well was if Penny would be okay walking up to that group, letting me bend her over the chaise, and fuck her directly in front of someone I'd fucked a lot in the past.

I mean, no matter what, we'd be fucking in front of someone I'd fucked. Pound Town had a lot of regulars and I'd slept with at least five other people in this room alone. But there was a difference between that and being within conversational distance of a person I knew well.

"Or we can go to one of the private rooms, if you want," I said.

I had to stifle a laugh when Penny's eyes shot up to mine, almost offended by the suggestion. And I couldn't stifle the laugh at all when she stopped touching my cock and grabbed my hand again, even though she immediately whirled around and half-dragged me towards the chaise before I could talk to her about Lisa.

"Excuse me," she said once we were close enough. The polite ring to in her tone was enough to make Lisa's eyebrow arch as she looked up. "Sorry to interrupt. Do you mind if we fuck here?"

The younger man burst out laughing. It choked off into a guttural moan as Lisa let go of his cock and slapped it loud enough that we could all hear it. Penny's confidence seemed to falter and she almost recoiled, but I squeezed her hand.

"It sounds way worse than it is," I said.

"Tobin would know," Lisa said, smirking as she grabbed the guy's cock again and resumed jacking him off.

Penny tilted her head to look at me, but she looked more intrigued than upset. "Is that so?"

"Lisa's only had to do it to me a couple of times," I said.

"Unfortunately." Lisa sighed heavily. "Tobin's too much of a good boy for me these days. I need more of a brat." Her hand tightened noticeably around the guy's cock and he winced. "And you're a horrible little brat, aren't you?"

"Yes, ma'am," he murmured.

Lisa smirked, then gave Penny a once-over. "And is Tobin treating you properly, or do I have to dish out a little punishment to him, too?"

"So far," Penny said. "But I can report back once I know more. Which shouldn't be too long, if it's okay that we use this chair."

I laughed, both surprised and not by Penny's confident and sassy response to Lisa. Lisa flicked a pleased smile at me before nodding firmly at Penny.

"I'll hold you to it. We're fine with it. Thanks for checking, hon."

"Us too," said the guy on the other couch, then flashed his wristband at us. "Or if you want--oh." He held up his hands apologetically. "Sorry. Didn't catch your colour."

Penny seemed confused for a moment before remembering that yellow meant she was okay with being watched by others, but not being touched by them. "That's okay. Thank you."

Then she dropped my hand, turned, and looked up at me with something in her eyes that was as focused and fiery and determined as it was desperate.

"I don't know how this works," she said plainly. "So you better tell me how you want to fuck me."

She said it in a way that made me feel like we were the only two people in the room, like she hadn't just been talking to anyone else, like she didn't care about anything but having me inside of her.

And fuck, I wasn't sure if my cock could get any harder.

"It works however you want it to," I said. "But right now, I want you to turn around"--I guided her to spin towards the chaise--"and pull your panties down, then kneel here"--I motioned to the bottom part of the chaise--"and bend over."

She tugged her panties down and climbed onto the chair immediately. While she did, I looked over at Lisa, who tilted her head towards the small table to the left of her couch. I nodded. Amethyst had given us the typical bags of condoms and stuff at the entrance, but I hadn't bothered bringing it. I usually didn't even bother taking it, honestly. I mean, it's not like my boxers had pockets. And all the rooms had baskets full of condoms and dental dams and lube and other stuff, so I wasn't sure why they even handed them out. Maybe it was one of those "thought that counts" things.

"Pet," Lisa said, slowing her hand even more on the guy's cock. "Lean over and grab a condom for Tobin."

She kept holding his cock as he reached for the table, his hand shaking as he grabbed one and held it out to me, though he determinedly tried to avoid looking towards Penny.

"Thanks, man," I said, taking it from him.

"Thank you," Penny echoed.

The guy's gaze faltered and he glanced towards her, his face reddening at the sight of her perfect round ass swaying as she steadied herself on the chair.

"Uh-huh," he grunted, his voice strained, and he took a shuddering breath before slamming his eyes closed again.

"Say it properly or I'm not going to let you shut those anymore," Lisa said in a sing-song voice.

He tensed, then opened his eyes and took a long look at Penny's ass before glancing at me. "You're welcome."

I smiled at him, hoping it came across as encouraging, then tore the condom open and took my cock out.

"Tobin?" Penny said, her voice needy as she looked over her shoulder.

"Ready?" I asked, stepping forward.

"Yea--" she started, the word morphing into strangled cry. Probably because I'd stepped forward, grabbed her hip, and filled her pussy with as much cock as I could in a single thrust.

Because yeah, I'd told her I wanted her as bad as she wanted me.

But fuck just saying it when I could show her.

Her pussy clenched tight around me, so tight that it felt like she was trying to hold me in even as I pulled out. She let out another short cry as I pushed back in, filling her as full as she could take again, which was a bit more than the first thrust. She squirmed beneath me as I pulled out that time, then let out a long whimper when she took my entire cock on the third thrust.

"F-Fuck," she gasped. "F-f-fuck, that's good."

"He is really good," I heard Lisa say somewhere to my right. "Maybe by the end of the night, I'll be able to compare these two. But I still think Tobin will win. I mean, look at his cock."

There was a soft, miserable-sounding groan and a chuckle that I thought might've been from the other woman, but when Penny turned her head, I realized it was from her.

"It's so good," she repeated, her voice staggered. "God, how does he get so fucking deep?"

And fuck.

Fuck.

It was good.

Too good.

Too good, too much, too soon.

My cock felt like it was swelling, a tingling feeling spreading along the base and up my shaft. Which was insane. I mean, I was wearing a fucking condom. That wasn't a complaint, but I always lasted longer when I was wearing one for obvious reasons.

But for some reason, being inside Penny...

Fuck.

Fuck, I couldn't come already. Lisa would never let me live it down, but more importantly, I hadn't made Penny come yet.

I paused, tightening my hands on her hips. I regretted doing that immediately, my cock throbbing at the sight and feel of my fingertips sinking into the softness of her curves. Closing my eyes, I focused every ounce of energy I had on holding back.

From that place to my right, I heard another knowing chuckle.

"Holding back already, Tobin?" Lisa teased. "I don't think I've ever seen you be the first to come."

I started to tell her that I wouldn't be finishing first, but Penny picked that moment to let her perfect round ass settle back against my hips, and I couldn't afford the distraction of speaking. It took everything in me to tighten my grip on her sides, clench every muscle in my body, and pull out as fast as possible.

And thank fuck I went as fast as I did. Even though I reached down immediately to wrap my hand around the head of my cock and squeeze as tight as I could handle to stop myself from coming, there were a few harrowing moments when I thought I was about to fill the condom. Any slower and I would've come before I'd managed to pull out.

"Wow," Lisa said, and she sounded vaguely impressed. "I was half-joking, but you really did get him that close, hon."

Penny started to turn her head. I knew there was going to be a look of concern in her pretty brown eyes, not because she was judging me or because she thought she wouldn't come, but to make sure I was okay. Maybe because she'd contributed to Lisa's teasing or maybe because she would feel bad for making me finish sooner than I wanted, which was a bullshit thing to feel bad about but it was Penny and she was sweet like that.

It didn't matter what the reason was. Maybe it was self-centered of me or something, but what I'd told Penny earlier was true. It wasn't being watched that did it for me; it was being watched because I was good at fucking. Her being concerned about me was the last thing I wanted.

So before she'd even managed to glance over her shoulder, I put a hand on each of her ass cheeks, spread her open, and buried my face against her ass and my tongue in her pussy.

"Oh, fuck!" she squeaked, her hole clenching around my tongue as her body tensed. "T-Tobin--"

Her voice caught and her body trembled. The flavour of her filled my mouth, and no, it didn't taste like peaches either, but goddamn was she the perfect mix of sweetness and salt. I licked around the edge of her entrance before teasing her folds with my tongue, lapping up the slickness coating her soft skin. She squirmed against me and I worked my mouth forward until I could feel the swollen bud of her clit with the tip of my tongue.

Gone was any attempt by Penny at stifling her moans. She let out a sound that was both throaty and musical, a desperate noise that made my dick ache and a responding moan of my own to slip out as I ate her pussy.

And yeah, I was still half-afraid I was gonna end up being the first to come. But thankfully, I wasn't.

And neither was Penny.

"T-Tobin," she said after a bit, her voice breathy. "No one's ever... Can you... Can you f-fuck me with your tongue again?"

I let go of one of her ass cheeks, pushed my hand underneath her so it could take over rubbing her clit, and dutifully slipped my tongue inside her again.

"Ohmigod," she moaned. "Why does that feel s-so good? Fu--uh." She pushed back against my face. "Fuck me with it harder."

"Shit," I heard a sudden masculine voice say to my right. "Oh shit, oh no--"

"Don't you dare," I heard Lisa say, but it was clearly too late. The voice cried out in dismay and Lisa started laughing. "Look at you, hon. You're so good you almost got Tobin to come in seconds and made Matty bust without even touching him."

"S-Sorry," Penny gasped as the man--Matty, I guess--kept moaning.

"Don't be," Lisa said. There was another slapping noise and he let out a loud yelp. "He likes it. He likes it so much I just don't think I can stop--"

I laughed. No one heard it because Penny's ass was in my face, but she probably felt it. I knew what was coming and a second later, Matty let out a wail.

"Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck," he kept saying. "It's t-t-too much, it's t-t-too--"

"You can take it, pet," Lisa said. "Be a good boy and take it--"

"Oh my God," Penny breathed, and her body trembled. "Oh my God, I'm close."

"C'mon, Matty," Lisa said immediately. "You don't get to watch her come."

That was probably a relief for him, since it meant she stopped playing with his oversensitive cock. Bodies shifted and a second later, I felt someone brush by me.

"See you later, Tobin," came Lisa's teasing voice, and a slight swat on my ass. Which she shouldn't have done because I was wearing a yellow wristband, which she realized a second later. "Fuck. Sorry."

I used my other hand to give her a thumb's up saying we were cool, but that was all I could do because a moment later, Penny came.

Her pussy gushed against my mouth and I lapped at her as quickly as I could. Her body shook and shuddered, her ass jiggling as she pushed herself back on my face. I held my breath, letting her ride out her orgasm on my tongue and pressing her clit to draw it out as much as I could.

When she finally keeled forward, I took a gasping breath, then sat up on my knees. The couch Lisa had been on was still empty and across from us, the couple was starting to stand up.

"I need another turn on the swing in the Alley," the woman said. "God, that was hot."

I flashed a quick smile at them but didn't say anything, just moved in behind Penny and slipped my cock inside her again.

Though, I took it a lot slower this time.

She whimpered, but when I paused, she urged her hips backwards in a plea for more. I smiled, pushing in deeper until I was all the way in and could lean forward so her back was pressed to my chest and my lips were almost next to her ear.

"You okay?" I asked.

"Uh-huh." She sighed. "I'm never dating anyone who doesn't go down on me again."

I raised my eyebrows. "Dane didn't go down on you?"

She shook her head.

"And people think I'm stupid." I slipped an arm under her, cupping one of her large, delightfully soft breasts with my hand. "That guy's eleven bottles short of a twelve-pack."

She giggled, which made her hips shift, and I closed my eyes at the indulgent feel of her body surrounding mine. Slowly, I started moving, and Penny murmured a pleased sound from beneath me. Her head bowed and she rested on her forearms, drawing in quiet breaths and letting out louder ones that got me moving faster, and faster, until her moans were urging my hips to fuck another orgasm out of her.

Which I did.

There were people around us the whole time; I could see them from the corner of my eye, hear them talking and laughing and fucking, feel the sensation of them watching me drive my cock into Penny. I kissed the back of her neck, burying my face in her hair, ignoring everything around us until she was writhing in my arms again as she came again. Once her pussy tightened, that was it; I couldn't hold myself back again. My hand tightened on Penny's breast and my balls tightened and the pressure finally released, my cum filling the condom as I groaned in Penny's ear.

For a few moments, we stayed like that, Penny in my arms and pleasure in my body. Then I started to sit back, intending to tell her that we could keep hanging out here if she wanted to, that I'd be able to go again in a little bit, that she could even go and change that wristband if she wanted to keep playing but didn't want to wait for me to get it up again and did she want to go track down Lisa and Matty or did she want to grab a drink or--

But Penny sat up as I did, which meant we saw the shirtless, jeans-clad man sitting on the couch across from us at the same time, and her mouth dropped open.

"Hey guys," Kellen said, taking a casual sip of his beer. "Fancy meeting you here."

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