Yv & Jack: A Lust Story, Ch. 10

Yv & Jack: A Lust Story

Chapter 10

Her mother finally out of danger and recovering, Yv spends her remaining evenings in Minnesota with Eddie, her first lover. Oversleeping Sunday morning, she visits her mother, Meredith, at the hospital, and encounters her in a very intimate embrace with Deputy Tommy, her boyfriend. Sucking Eddie off in his apartment, Yv uses her acrobatic and dance skills to encourage him to eat her pussy standing up. They also try a standing sixty-nine and a blowjob on his balcony before she flies home. Jack and Inger pick her up, and take her to a house they could all share. That night, Yv sits back on the couch while her two lovers welcome her home by concentrating on her exclusively for most of the night, and awakens Inger the next morning with cunnilingus next to a still-sleeping Jack.

Hallowe'en, 1985

True to his pledge the previous year, Jack's costume had no mask, but did have a helmet. After Yv's accidental fucking of a complete stranger in an identical costume against the outer wall of the Delta Sig house she had suggested Jack never wear a mask again. This year, Yv had suggested a gladiator's costume to show off his muscles and not incidentally to have him in something easily accessible if the mood struck, and fully identifiable.

Her costume was much simpler than the witch's outfit from the same party. She wrapped a crisp, white bedsheet into a toga, stopping below the swell of her modest breasts, an inch above her nipples, extending down to mid-thigh, complemented with brown leather sandals. Her earrings, bracelets and pendant were all matching in alluring shades of scarlet and gold. She finished off the ensemble with a deep red eyeshadow and blush, and a bold scarlet domino mask. Moussed to a fiery point, her cap of red hair suggested a burning match.

Inger's costume was even more daring, and she admitted privately to Yv this was her first time being so wanton. The sheer golden body stocking started at her neck and went down to the tips of her toes, a pair of nude slippers covering her feet. A long blonde wig trailed from her head down nearly to her heels, with makeup in shades of gold and tan, and a dusting of golden glitter on her cheeks and throat. A discreet patch of golden fuzz concealed her crotch, and her dangling hair swept down over her breasts, fastened in place by hidden safety pins. The rest of her physical details were very obvious, and both Yv and Jack looked on admiringly.

As they were about to leave the apartment, Yv kissed Jack fiercely, looking into his eyes. "Baby, If there's another orgy, I'm finding you. If there isn't, I hope they have a backyard. With a lot of soft grass and shadows for you to take me on." Turning to Inger she kissed her also. "One of the Greek parties had that orgy last year I told you about. All three of us would make a great addition to any group, if you're willing."

Inger batted her eyes and gyrated in the nearly not-there costume, clearly aroused by the thought. "The two of you are my group, but if you join up with someone else, don't leave me out!"

Jack's cheeks reddened, and she wondered just how hard she could make him without touching. It was too tempting to save the secret she had planned to reveal at the party, so she leaned in and told him sotto voce, Inger in earshot, "All I'm wearing is this sheet, and my sandals. No bra, no panties, no clothing at all to interfere with you either of you running your hands over my ass or pussy..." She reached under his armor and trailed her fingertips over the shorts covering his awakening cock. Inger stepped in and ran her palms underneath the toga and on Yv's buttocks, then in front and between her labia, just to check, she assured them both.

They piled into Jack's car and set off for the party. Instead of fraternity row, Barbi and Claus, a married couple they knew from college, were throwing this party at their home, also in the Berkeley Hills, minutes away from their new place. No-one from the office would be there; Yv and Inger were both nearly paranoid about anyone where they worked seeing them and guessing shrewdly what they were doing on their nights off.

This party promised to be lively enough to rival the Delta Sig soiree she'd literally boned a guy in a matching skeleton costume last year, an identical costume to Jack's, and the beer and booze were flowing freely by the time they arrived. The music was more subdued, allowing conversation, and she heard the obligatory playing of Monster Mash start up in the living room, where several bodies were gyrating in time to the old tune. The dining room was nearly the same size, the dinner table moved to one side, an ice tub and keg in front and several bottles of harder libations. Next to the door to the kitchen lay a sideboard of the same dark wood as the dining table, piled with snacks.

Yv spotted no fewer than six women in togas, and pulled Jack in to her, playfully whispering in his ear, "You sure you won't mistake one of them for me?"

He whispered back with good humor. "Depends on if they're wearing panties or not...." His smirk made her heart skip a beat in the best possible way, and she jumped when his fingertips grazed her buttocks beneath the sheet. She almost grabbed his hand to go out into the backyard--Hell, the front yard will do!--but resisted for the moment, not wanting to dismiss the party. Last year's orgy wasn't far from her mind, and she wondered whether she would see anyone from that gathering here.

The front door opened, and a wave of moist warmth hit them, like walking into a sauna, or out of the house in a typical Wisconsin summer by the lake. It must be eighty at least, Yv thought. It was much hotter inside than the cool autumn night, and Yv was instantly sweating. The heat was sensual, somehow beckoning them to enter and indulge, though in what Yv could only guess. She noticed a thin sheen of sweat on Inger's and Jack's exposed skin, and her whole body suddenly felt slippery, aroused.

Inger separated from them at the door, and was the immediate center of attention in her guise as Lady Godiva. Another woman, with natural chestnut hair down to the middle of her back, had worn something similar but not nearly as audacious, white panties and a bra visible under her more opaque bodysuit, which merely suggested what Inger's displayed. Neither seemed jealous of the other's raiment, and Yv saw the two of them chatting amicably as she moved with Jack to another part of the house.

"Baby," Jack whispered teasingly, "only one story and two bedrooms. There won't be an orgy here unless we start one."

Yv laughed. "If we need to start one, we'll head home with Inger for our own party." Yv's eyes flitted from person to person, noticing for the first time that many of the costumes concealed little of consequence. She didn't remember either Claus or Barbi being so libertine, then saw them together after a moment of searching. Claus wore a Frankenstein Monster costume, but the pants were black shorts, slightly oversized, and she wondered if he was going commando. Barbi was the Bride, complete with upswept hair decorated with white streaks, just like Elsa Lanchester in the original feature, but much sexier in a tight pearlescent bodice, with matching fishnets and stiletto heels.

Moving through the throng, at least twenty other guests, Yv felt fugitive touches, almost accidental, sweep along her skin. Brushing past people, their backs and elbows and, in one case, feathers conspired to heighten the awareness of her bare skin gently rubbing against them. Her breathing segued to gasps of barely contained desire, and she imagined she saw the same reaction, the same lingrting, erotic gazes in each man or woman who met her eyes.

Staying close to one another, Jack and Yv danced, occasionally trading partners. Cautious about a repeat of last year, she only slow-danced with Jack, not wanting to chance her arousal seeking out another man or woman to relieve the growing ache in her pussy. Everyone drank from the selection of libations in the dining room, an activity Yv engaged in sparingly with a rum and Coke, Jack with a bottle of Corona, no lime.

The party wasn't wild just yet, but Yv sensed an undercurrent, almost a sharp undertow, flowing through the crowd. She noticed covert caresses, much more intimate than earlier, as one hand grasped a full breast not yet revealed, a woman pressing her muscular thigh into and against an erection thickening beneath a pair of shorts, zipper bulging outward. The heat and humidity weren't stifling, but rather a sultry cloak of moisture, daring her to not just watch, but submerge herself within it.

No gorillas, she noted, and only one gladiator, and this time his sword's all mine... That suited her, and she found herself blushing at the renewed memory of her unintentional but so satisfying lay on Hallowe'en last year. What was his name? Steven!, she recalled, almost grabbing Jack there and then to hump away on the dance floor, taking advantage of one lusty memory to make another. She fantasized about the others watching her and Jack naked in the middle of the floor, his cock pistoning inside her as they fucked with wild abandon. Others would start shedding their own costumes, joining in, naked and writhing together, trading partners on the bare wooden floor or area rug.

She spied Inger dancing closely with another guest in a football jersey and a jock strap, his muscular ass bare and almost as sexy as Jack's. Two things became readily apparent. First, Inger had lost, or more likely removed, the golden and fuzzy patch at her groin, which had concealed her actual golden pubic curls. Second, the sheer bodysuit was crotchless, the kinky blonde pubes and the moist slit it barely concealed now exposed completely as she moved against her partner's jock strap, grinding more than merely suggestively.

Chuckling, Yv laughed in Jack's ear. "Jack, baby, it looks like Inger's going to fuck that guy while they dance." Jack turned to look, and sighed with desire. Yv felt the hand around her waist move down past the hem of her toga, drifting to the inside of her thigh, stroking her skin inches from her wet pussy.

His lips met her earlobe, and he gently nipped at it, murmuring softly, as if reading her mind, "I could do you right here, hump you from behind while we watch them..." It was beyond tempting, and her breath was harsh and hot in her throat. The dining room was suddenly near to boiling, almost volcanic, and she wondered how many others were turned on by Inger's wanton public display.

Yv's chuckle was lusty, almost mocking, but she mostly meant it. "I'm not that much of an exhibitionist! I don't think I'm going to be the first one getting balled here." She loved the thought, though, and her fingers passed over the front of his crotch, her lips brushing against his, both of their hearts hammering in the possibilities they almost dared explore.

Jack moaned into her ear, his words hot and quivering. "I think you'd like having me take you in front of the whole room, Yv." He pulled back to look into her eyes, aflame with the same passion she was barely holding at bay. "Say the word, and we'll give everybody a thrilling, sexy show..."

Her objection sounded half-hearted to her own ears. "Sweetheart, these are our friends from college. I don't think I want them to remember me as the toga-clad girl who broke the ice for an orgy, do you?" Hearing his answering chuckle, a delightful chill ran down her spine. Actually, I think he does... Both eager and demure, Yv endured the lovely torment of not giving in to him yet, picturing the couple's back yard, rolling on the grass bare-assed with Jack's cock filling her as she screamed her joy to the stars...

Jack's hand crept seductively up the inside of her thigh, stopping when he grazed against her bush. His fingers tickled, erotic, more than just a playful tease. Fighting the nearly overwhelming urge to tear off the sheet lying between her and full nudity, she wanted to take him right there, bend over and let him fuck her standing there in front of everyone, all of them watching, wanting to touch and lick and suck her...

Jack's fingers, now curled upwards between but not yet inside her pussy lips stopped, and he spoke, shocked, aroused, and she felt his dick straining against his shorts. "Hey. Someone else just broke the ice..."

Inger was still more or less fully dressed, her partner's jockstrap barely askew, so it wasn't them. His voice was louder now, casually nudging her with his cheek. "Look in the corner, by the fireplace..." A lone finger curled upwards more, gliding easily between her slick labia.

Her eyes tracked where he indicated, and she felt her heart hammer excitedly as soon as she saw the second couple. "Fuck..." A black-haired woman--she recalled she'd also worn a toga--was down to a pair of crimson panties, her sandals and a long gold necklace, the costume itself discarded in a heap nearby. She sat on the stocky dark wooden chair, red cushions at her bottom and her back, leering up at someone dressed as a cowboy. She had drawn down his pants to reveal a thick erection, pointed at her face. Taking it in, she closed her eyes and began to suck his cock, completely out of time to Jan Hammer's Miami Vice theme throbbing in the room. She sucked him slowly as the other dancers one by one noticed, then slowed, turning by ones and twos to watch her performance.

Doubtless inspired by the free-flowing sensuality in the room, another couple hovered near the fellatrix, beginning to explore. He was behind her, driving his fingers slowly into the snatch of a busty blonde woman in the top half of a nurse outfit. Her legs were spread wide and she leaned back into him, both standing, her eyes fixed on the tableau in front of them all. Reaching her right hand behind his neck, she pushed her plump buttocks into his crotch, grinding against him as his fingers delved into her honey-golden bush, coming out shiny with her juices after each thrust.

"Fuck, Jack...," Yv moaned with growing hunger. The tropical and sultry air, two hot couples displaying their passion without hesitation, torpedoed the few inhibitions she had remaining. Sweat poured down her back, soaking the thin sheet, and she moaned when the cowboy's cock disappeared entirely into the brunette's mouth. The nurse arched her back and seized the hand in her twat, pressing it with a relentless rhythm into her blonde cunt.

Overwhelmed, stimulated beyond caution, Yv turned and kissed Jack fiercely, mouth open, their tongues wrestling almost desperately, swallowing each other's gasps of desire while, seemingly all on its own, her moist crotch pressed against his erection, humping him. Everyone can see, and I don't care...

She reached up and released the pins fastening her toga, exposing her tits and cotton candy pubes fully to him and the rest of the room. The thin sheet dangled from her shoulder and midriff almost as an afterthought, and another covetous moan escaped her throat. A nearby couple stared with approval, the woman reaching forward fractionally; instinctively Yv knew she wanted to touch her, join her. Few others were watching them for now, most eyes fixed on the two couples by the fireplace, the whirlpool everyone's attention and intention spiraled down into.

Inger and the man dancing with her were next to join in. Moving sinuously behind him she pulled his jockstrap past his knees, exposing his hard-on. He gamely slipped the jock the rest of the way to the floor, and stepped out of it. Inger stood behind him, his ass pressed against her bare blonde pubes. An inch or so taller than him, she rested her head on his shoulder, reaching around to wrap her fingers around his erection. He nodded enthusiastically at something probably filthy she whispered in his ear, and he reached behind his back to grip her ass with one hand. When he squeezed it, Yv saw Inger's mouth open in desire, her eyes fixed on the corner where the nascent orgy had sparked and caught fire, spreading to inflame everyone in the house.

Overcome, panting heavily, Yv shrugged the vestiges of her costume onto the floor, holding Jack and completely bare-assed in front of everyone. His fingers dove deep inside her pussy as the music changed to an oldie, Disco Inferno. She wished instead for a Talking Heads tune, since she was ready to burn down the house in time to Jack's ingers penetrating her.

Dropping to her haunches, uncaring about who saw her, she nearly tore off the bottom of Jack's costume, hauling his shorts down, the fake leather skirt of armor following it the next instant. Taking his straining cock into her mouth, she gobbled him greedily, his muscular ass in a death grip, driving him into her mouth, bobbing her head on it, her body weaving like a cobra, swaying to the Commodores' signature hit as she worked to draw forth his cum. There were a few whoops and cheers; she didn't know if it was for her, and truly didn't care. She groaned longingly around Jack's erection, and felt it quiver on her tongue.

Stopping mid-suck, she looked hungrily up at him. That's not enough... Fill my pussy... Standing abruptly, she saw the sideboard where the snacks sat forgotten, grazed over the past hour by the guests, whose appetites no longer ran to chips and dip and olives and veggies. Seizing his hand, she strode wearing only her sandals and jewelry the few feet to it, and leaned forward, hands braced on the sturdy furniture, spreading her thighs for him, for everyone to see and admire. "Jack, fuck me here. Now...," she added unnecessarily, since before she spoke the final syllable his glans was inside her, the head of his fleshy battering ram at her gates, which she parted for him in loving need.

His hands held her hips tightly, Jack's cock starting to thrust mercilessly, but mercy was the furthest thing from her mind. Remembering last year, she hazarded a furtive glance over her shoulder, moaning in relief that it was Jack, his cock and not Steven's entering her slick pussy--that was so hot, so wicked and satisfying--driving her forward through another set of gates where desire beckoned both of them. Jack started to pound her rapidly, and Yv wanted him to fill her up, wanted everyone to watch, to see her taken hard.

Yv's climax rose quickly, when a low feminine voice interrupted from nearby. "Do you mind?" It was hopeful, almost plaintive, and Yv glanced over to its source. A mousy-seeming brunette, the only remaining hint of her costume a pair of white suede gloves, a white half-mask, and matching vinyl boots, watched hungrily and sidled closer. Wordlessly, Yv grabbed her hand and pulled her forward, clasping it over her right tit, shaking her head and whispering, "I don't" to tell her how little she minded the intrusion.

The alternately silky and rough surface of the brunette's glove drove a loud moan from Yv's throat, as the other woman stroked her breast and nipple, driving her into an erotic frenzy, and she felt a feminine mouth laying kisses along her upper back. Yv hung on fiercely, wanting Jack to cum first, to unload inside her before she did. The intrusion of gloved hand and swift kisses on her bare skin was so sexy and hot, and moans filled her throat. The other woman's mouth hung slack as she savored the feel of Yv's chest in her palm. "May I... do more?" The words were breathless, timid, desperate, and Yv wanted her to want more, so she nodded, not trusting herself not to shout 'yes' to the room.

The brunette dropped to her knees and slipped beneath Yv, her suede gloves slipping roughly around her midriff as she sat on her ass, then Yv felt the delicate touch of feminine lips and tongue on first her right nipple, then the left. Sucking hard on them, the other woman drove Yv forward, her climax an almost agonizing rise of sensuality, rearing back to strike and swallow her whole. Her groans were louder now, casually announcing she was about to cum hard in front of everyone. Reaching down with one hand, she caressed the top of the other woman's head, moving down to stroke her cheek.

A quick glance at those near her shocked and relieved her. Most of the guests had slipped off some or all of their finery over whatever span of time had passed since Jack had entered and started to pound her. Breasts and pussies and asses and cocks, all awakened with desire, hands and mouths traveling all over each other as they watched or became involved in their own play.

Two women knelt to trade two men in their mouths, sucking with gusto, their breasts shaking with each movement to and fro as they traded places. One man lay on the floor, a redhead seated on his face, riding his mouth as if he were a galloping horse; she was naked, and took two other cocks in each hand, stroking them as she rode hard, and another woman knelt over his swollen dick of the man eating pussy, her mouth descending to take him in.

The brunette's mouth was no longer on Yv's tits, and she felt a tongue trailing down past her navel and waist. Two gloved hands parted her clitoral hood, her lips now on the sensitive, pink nub, licking and sucking on it while Jack's cock continued pistoning within her hole. Yv's eyes teared up, ecstatic in the joyous climax still approaching. She straightened, releasing the buffet and coming closer to standing, holding the face of the woman eating her pussy so well. Yv came, seizing her face in her palms, pressing her mouth against her pussy, where the brunette continued without a pause.

Yv felt Jack speed up, making one last heroic thrust, then she felt the blissful sensation of Jack's hot cum spilling forth, filling her pussy all the way to its depths. She came at that moment, her senses overwhelmed by the thrusting, the sight of the rest of the group sucking and fucking, and the alien tongue stimulating her cunt and clit. She felt Jack exit her twat, then heard his cock being sucked ravenously, and she looked down to watch his cum drip out of her hole and all over the other woman's cheeks and tongue.

Lost to passion, Yv dropped to her knees and kissed the brunette, sharing her cocksucking duties with her. She kissed back frenziedly, tasting Jack's cum in her mouth. Driven nearly to erotic abandon, she held the brunette close, both their hands roaming on their buttocks and breasts, and Yv slipped one hand along her thighs, then up to the mousy brown bush. It was surprisingly soft, not as coarse as most pubes were, and she stroked and petted it. The brunette leaned back with a moan when Yv's fingers gently parted her pussy lips, sliding inside the slick, hot canal, rhythmically penetrating her as thanks for the fucklicking she and Jack had enjoyed moments earlier.

The brunette moaned again, her climax shuddering through her, then slumped against Yv, clasping the redhead tight as her own orgasm reverberated through her. While both women trembled in the aftershocks, Yv whispered in her ear, her words nearly lost in the growing erotic sounds in the dining room and living room. "What's your name?" To accent the question, she let her teeth scrape along the soft earlobe, drawing another groan out of the brunette.

"A-annie... It's Annie," the brunette breathed. "You?," she riposted.

"Yv..."

"Yv. Baby. Please eat my twat, lick me." The words were breathless, urgent, and Yv grinned like a wolf. I was about to offer! Jack's cock forgotten for the moment, Yv kissed down to her large tits, sucking on them to thank her for her earlier attentions. Holding her hands, Yv slowly let Annie lie supine and exposed, spreading her legs to welcome Yv's attentions. Lying on her tummy, Yv felt the fuzzy rug she was lying on all down her front, and drew herself forward to Annie's pussy.

Whether Annie had ever had cunnilingus, or performed it, Yv didn't care. She was determined to thank the brown-haired beauty thoroughly for joining them. The sensation of Jack's jizz, going from thick to watery in the heat of her hole, dripping down onto the carpet, had Yv gasping for breath, and she lowered her face to Annie's pussy, spreading the soft, thick bush with her tongue, moving the tip up and down, more deeply with each movement, until she tasted her juices.

Annie tasted sweet, her juices plentiful and warm, delightful to Yv. The brunette lifted one leg, holding the white boot with one hand, her knee nearly to her chin, tightening her pussy like the head of a drum. Every passage of Yv's tongue made Annie shiver and moan. Yv's eyes were closed as she focused exclusively on the pussy she was adoring. She stroked the back of Annie's raised thigh, coaxing another moan from her. Fingers gently brushed her forehead, and she knew the brunette was enjoying this as much as she was.

Stiffening her tongue, Yv drove it between the velvety labia, thrusting and withdrawing slowly in and out of the tender hole. Annie's breathing was deeper, her belly tensing and rolling as she closed in on her own climax. The steady oozing and dripping of the now fully liquid cumshot leaking out of Yv's pussy pooled on the rug, each droplet tracing along her own labia, almost distracting her from the joy of eating the brunette's pussy.

Moving her face and tongue more quickly, she simulated fucking Annie's pussy, delving in as deeply as she could manage, savoring the brunette's juices. A spurt of them surfaced from within, and Yv swallowed them, relishing the taste and texture, its warmth as it traveled down to her stomach. A loud moan sounded in the room, and Annie's moans were suddenly muted. Opening her eyes briefly, she saw the guy Annie had been standing next to, his sturdy erection being engulfed by her, eating cock while her twat was being tongued and penetrated.

As she watched, Annie closed her eyes and leaned back, one hand still stroking that cock, and moaned as another helping of warm pussy juice spurted out onto Yv's lips, greedily swallowed. Filled with enthralling lust, Yv redoubled her efforts, intent on pushing Annie over the precipice and helping her descend rapidly into orgasmic bliss. Her own pussy was ready for another cock or mouth, and she moaned.

At that moment, Annie and her companion moaned in unison, and Yv watched thick, ropy strands of jizz shoot out of the man's cock, landing across Annie's tits, coating them in his offering. Another spurt of pussy juices washed into her face, a wave of musky warmth, and Annie's screamed her climax to the room, body shaking in ecstasy as another orgasm ripped through her.

Panting, asking no permission, Yv moved up along Annie's side, extending her tongue at her tits and lapping some of the sticky white mess into her mouth in dribs and drabs. She sucked Annie's nipples, sampling the cum coating her full, round tits. Some of it pooled in the valley between them, and Yv slid on top of her, lapping the cream delicately, driving another moan from Annie.

Her date's cock was poised over Annie's mouth, still thick and dripping cum. Breathing hard, Yv moved up, putting her mouth over it. She ran her tongue over the glans, then along the top surface of the mostly stiff erection. Annie watched for a moment in wonder, and started doing the same on the underside. The object of their desire moaned, and started humping the air slowly between them.

The women continued licking and mouthing his cock over and under for several minutes, caught up in the lustful atmosphere pervading the whole house. Annie's date, or boyfriend, or whatever he was, got stiffer as they worked along his shaft. He groaned, and Yv knew how close he was to cumming again, his recent orgasm notwithstanding. Winking at Annie, she moved up just enough to pop his glans entirely in his mouth. He started humping, the rigid erection thrusting into her mouth. Yv seized it and sucked him off quickly, almost roughly, letting her mouth go all the way to his pubes before withdrawing for another foray.

"Fuck... Fuck!" He came again, a more meager load this time, spattering Yv's cheek and mouth, spilling over her lips and tongue. Annie frowned slightly, and Yv released the still throbbing member and aimed it at the brunette's mouth. Annie gave a glad little cry and took it in, sucking the remnants out, her throat working as she swallowed what remained. Her guy looked literally drained, dropping to his knees and lying down nearby, drowsily watching the two of them.

Swallowing the last of his load, Yv found herself on the opposite side of Annie, looking at the man they had just shared. After a couple of minutes, he wobbled to his feet, and murmured something about washing up, then tottered off in the general direction of the bathroom.

Annie rested her head on Yv's arm and scooted closer so they were nose to nose. Bashfully, she looked down at Yv's tits, or maybe her own, with the remains of the cum now tacky and sticking to their breasts as they lay there. Around them, Yv noticed but didn't stare as the rest of the guests on the floor spent their efforts on caresses and orgasms, sucking and fucking. She saw two men gamely sucking each other off in a passionate sixty-nine, and saw neither of them were Jack.

Looking around quickly, she spied the plastic breastplate he'd worn to the house, and grinned with the possibility he might be filling another mouth or pussy or ass. She would ask later.

Annie spoke, breaking her reverie. "Yv. That was so fun. I don't usually, I mean..."

Yv chuckled throatily. "I don't usually either. Have one boyfriend and one girlfriend, and I'm not usually this..."

"Slutty?" Annie's eyes crinkled in humor, and Yv's annoyance turned to agreement.

"Yeah, slutty. My first orgy. Yours?"

Annie nodded, her cheeks coloring. "Fuck... That was my first date with him." Yv had to think for a moment, then realized she referred to the source of the cum drying between them.

"Oh. Well, I guess you're pretty much guaranteed to get laid later if you want him." She kissed Annie tenderly. "Loved how you joined me and Jack. You're good at licking pussy. I'm sure you already know that..."

"I didn't. Thank you for telling me, though." Face now displaying a pixyish grin, Annie raised her hand and ticked off her fingers one by one. "Let's see... First orgy, first date with him, first time eating pussy, first time having a woman eat mine, and the first time I've even wanted a guy to cum in my mouth..."

Yv felt a thrill up her spine, excited for her. "Lot of firsts! Did you like it?"

Annie grinned wearily. "Fuck, yes... If that's how cunnilingus is supposed to be done, I've been missing out. And if all women eat pussy the way you do, I'm really missing out." She kissed Yv on the lips, also ignoring the mass of now mostly naked guests around them. Yv marveled at the randiness around her; this was almost precisely what she had pictured earlier in the evening.

"Well, everyone who's cared to eat me out, I encourage them to get it right, boy or girl. Jack is especially good. He's the one whose cum you tasted while eating my snatch. You did that really well," Yv repeated, and Annie gave her a gentle smile in return.

"Thank you." She looked down and smirked. "Fuck, my costume's a rental. I better track down the rest of it." Rolling onto her hip, she withdrew from Yv's embrace, still smiling. "Loved this, all of it. What's your number?"

"My number?" Yv was surprised and flattered.

"Yeah. Maybe the four of us can run into each other for dinner and dessert." The last word was clearly not referring to ice cream and cake. Yv's heart skipped a beat.

"I don't have anything to write on, but sure!" She stood lithely, helping Annie to her feet. They strode into the kitchen, and stopped for a moment to watch a cute girl on her knees, sucking a guy off in the corner of the counter. No-one spoke as Annie rummaged through drawers and finally found a pad of paper and an old pen. Scrawling each other's numbers, they traded the slips of paper. Annie slid Yv's number down one boot, and Yv slipped hers under the strap of her left sandal, the last remnant of her costume.

They kissed a chaste farewell, and Yv turned to the sink just as the man next to it unloaded in the cute girl's mouth. Yv grabbed a paper towel and handed it to her, then wetted one to dab at the shiny and stiff cum on her chest and lips. Freshened up now, she strode boldly back into the dining room and to the buffet, suddenly ravenous. Popping a couple of pitted black olives in her mouth, and a couple of crackers with cream cheese, she felt one hunger abate, the other hunger still hot and furious in her belly and twat.

She searched the room for Jack, and then Inger. Despite her recent climaxes, Yv was still aroused, and felt a distinct pull to join other couples and more, watching the action going on around her.

Stepping past three men in lying on the floor in a daisy chain of blowjobs, she entered the living room. The woman from the original fellatio by the fireplace had removed her panties, and knelt against the chair as a naked man in a skeleton mask and bony gloves humped her rom behind with gusto. Yv watched for a moment, wondering if it was Steve from last year, but realized his buttocks were too slim to be her one-time lay.

The lights were low now, and the stereo played an old Fleetwood Mac album someone had taken the time to put on for mood music. Near the stereo she saw their hosts, Claus on his back half-on the rug, Barbi humping him deliberately, almost lazily, both naked and sweating, her tall black-and-white wig somehow remaining in place. Another man, naked except for his shorts around mid-thigh, stood in front of Barbi, who leaned forward to take his erection into her mouth, retreating every few thrusts to savor her husband's erection moving inside her.

Near the center of the room she found Inger on her knees, thighs spread so her pussy was almost on the floor. The sheer body stocking, which had concealed almost nothing, was peeled down to her waist, leaving her arms and breasts bare. Concentrating on the two nude men before her, her face and hands switched off as Yv watched, sucking and jacking them in turn. The long blond wig was on the floor by the fireplace, doubtless tossed away in the first moments of her double blowjob.

Stopping mid-step, Yv stared, her desire calling more insistently, at her blonde lover, devouring the pair of cocks with gusto. Waiting a moment, she circled around behind Inger before kneeling there, running her palms first over the blonde's back, then slipped her hands to her sides, cupping her breasts and moving down, peeling the costume down more, off her friend's buttocks, cupping them as she watched her service her two devotees. Moving Inger's natural blonde tresses out of the way, Yv trailed her tongue from between her shoulder blades to the nape of her neck, and was rewarded by a wriggle and a very feminine sigh.

Working her lips around to her ear, Yv whispered seductively. "Inger, it's me, baby. Mind if I join you?"

Inger made a muffled but welcoming sound around one of the rods in her mouth with her brief nod. Given permission, Yv cupped Inger's breasts and resumed kissing along her shoulders. Both men looked very appreciative of the blonde sucking them off, with rising interest in the redhead playing with her. Reaching around Inger's front, she let her hand slide down over her trim tummy, then down over the body stocking, now bunched below her waist. She sought, then found, the aperture in the material, and Insinuated a finger inside the golden curls there, then into the moist warmth beyond.

At Inger's grateful moan around the second cock, Yv pressed her breasts against Inger's bare back, her own pussy against Inger's ass. She started humping slowly, moving in time to the blonde's slow fellating. Her other arm encircled her, cupping one of her breasts as she continued to finger the blonde, who moaned again, setting both cocks free of her lips for the moment. Still stroking them, she turned her mouth to Yv's and kissed her, a little awkward in that position, but still sexy.

"Want to... want to trade off?" Inger was breathless, excited at something she'd never done, either publicly or in private, and Yv sensed her friend was asking her permission. The silky skin on her back titillated Yv's nipples gloriously, and Yv was tempted.

After considering for a scant second, she whispered back. "No, Inger. Watching you suck two dicks is so sexy. I wouldn't dream of interfering with your fun..."

Still stroking the two hard-ons, she whispered back. "Okay. Tell me when you change your mind, lover..." Her mouth, encouraged by her impromptu sex performance, tempted by the dicks hovering in front of her, urged onward by Yv's gently finger-fucking, plunged forward to take one of the erections back into her mouth. Bobbing fiercely, she was rewarded by an animal groan from the first man, echoed by the man net to him.

Instead of moving her mouth to the other one, Inger pulled the first one deep into her throat, tongue at the other end of his shaft, his pubes tickling the tip of it. Lingering for some seconds, she played her tongue on the underside of his erection. Yv saw his testicles twitch, then constrict, before his thick white load escaped, inundating the blonde's mouth. Inger coughed at that, then resumed her quick, almost brutal, sucking, swallowing cum with each thrust.

Stroking the last of his seed out, she turned to her other beneficiary, sucking him hard and fast the way she had his friend. Cum slopped out between her lips and the second cock, the musky fluids covering her mouth, dripping down her chin and onto her tits. Yv felt the first drops on her arm, and lifted it to smear cum on Inger's tits, even as the second blowjob neared its finale.

He didn't groan, instead throwing back his head and screaming his orgasm to the room, and pulled his cock out of Inger's mouth, jacking himself off and covering her face with jizz. Inger made a satisfied sound, licking the very tip of his cock to get the last dregs. Turning to Yv, she grinned through the sloppy mess. "Help me clean up?"

Yv's mouth met hers, their tongues playing in the twin loads from these strangers, and both her hands massaged the thick cream into her friend's tits. Using her tongue, she claimed dribs and drabs of it, sharing each portion with the blonde, their sated moaning pausing only with their swallows of heady jizz into their throats. They were facing each other now, and one of Inger's fingers slid down Yv's belly and slid into the redhead's pussy, dripping now with arousal.

The two men, disregarded but not forgotten, watched in fascination, discovering that their first joint blowjob was being surpassed by an even more erotic sight. Yv and Inger lost themselves in a passionate embrace, sharing two loads of cum while reaching down to finger each other's twats, their intoxicating scent enveloping them in their absorption with each other.

Inger came almost immediately, and Yv suspected it was her first orgasm of the night. Her own pussy was slick and hungry, and Yv let another climax sing along her nerves, the latest in hopefully a string of them. Their mouths open and gasping, sealed together by dribbles of cum and spit, the two lovers continued kissing and cumming, fingers and tongues thrusting into each other. I wonder if she wants to eat my pussy now, in front of everyone...

Another groan erupted from her throat when Inger's thumb complemented the motion of her fingers, alighting on and slowly rubbing Yv's clitoris, now lubricated with her sweet, musky juices. Inger whispered in her ear, "Cum for me, baby. If you're ready for more, I'll eat your pussy later. For a long time..." She passed her tongue around the outside of Yv's ear, stopping to scrape her teeth on her earlobe. A shiver crawled along Yv's front, curdling her nipples and making her clit thrum. Yv's own hand slipped down, falling to the ground as Inger continued working her pussy.

Inger was as good as her word, playing with Yv's pussy and clit, coaxing her twice more to cum, her juices lazily seeping out of her by the end. Signaling that she was for now done, Yv grabbed Inger's hand and brought her fingers to her lips, delicately sucking the juices away. Inger grinned back and did the same with Yv's fingers. The air between them was filled with two distinct scents, redhead and blonde, both sweet and musky.

Inger smiled almost bashfully. "Yv, you are so sexy. Can't wait to get you home to feast on your pussy. Love your taste," she said as she licked delicately between her index and middle fingers. Yv felt completely loved, as she always did with Jack, too.

Whispering back, "I should go down on you, too, baby. Maybe we let Jack sleep alone tonight?" The thought of the blonde lying naked against her in the same apartment with Jack slumbering--or just jacking off listening to us!--was intoxicating. She didn't hear an answer from the blonde, so added, "I love you, baby... Decide later."

Wrapped up with each other, they drowsed, kissing lazily when a particularly loud and sexy moan from the room around them sounded. Inger pushed herself up on her elbows, looked at the source of the happy sound, then grinned and lowered herself after a moment. "Baby, Jack just shot his load in another guy's mouth!"

Yv trailed her fingers from Inger's hip to her tits without turning. "Seen that. A few times. Did you like seeing that?"

"He sucks cock too?"

Yv chuckled. "Yeah, love watching either one! He prefers pussy, and especially mine, or having my mouth wrapped around his dick. Yours too, I guess. But I love to watch him sucking a guy off, love how he gets so into it."

"Or 'it' into him!," Inger quipped with a sexy leer.

"Yeah. Something about watching your man do something you love to do."

"Like watching your girlfriend eat pussy?"

It was Yv's turn to laugh. "I know he loves to watch us!"

They lay in the living room for a few minutes, then Yv spotted an open spot on one of the couches, and they moved to it, and drowsed for a few minutes holding each other.

Inger jumped slightly, and Yv opened her eyes. "What?"

"I'll be back in a couple of minutes. Hours, whatever. Two guys headed to a bedroom, one of them crooked his finger at me and smiled..."

"All the invitation you need, huh? Don't do anyone I wouldn't do, and see you later."

Inger pulled the bodysuit up from her thighs just enough to be able to walk. "See and lick you later...!" She headed off to the other side of the house, Yv admiring the sway of her ass as she walked.

Yawning, Yv lay back, joyfully exhausted from donating and accepting a flurry of orgasms. Her thoughts went to Juliet, the spectacular brunette from last year's orgy. Though she'd invited Yv from her voyeur's perch at the bedroom door, Yv had demurred... and spent the past year regretting it. Even though I had great sex on the side of the house, and Jack forgave me for that... She'd sought out Juliet on the off-chance she was there, but concluded she wasn't there, likely hadn't been invited.

Now that would be hot... Yv's dreams had been occasionally haunted by Juliet's presence, her breath hot on Yv's cheeks, then on her pussy. With Jack next to her, she would awaken at dawn or in the middle of the night and throw herself upon him, coaxing him to eat her pussy just like her dreams of Juliet's enthusiastic cunnilingus.

Yv closed her eyes for a few minutes, thinking of Jack, then Inger, then Juliet.

********

Yv awoke with a start, and a crick in her neck. The windows were still dark, but she didn't know how much time had passed. Sitting up, she stretched, then stroked her own breasts, sending a thrill up her spine. A couple at her feet was leisurely fucking and kissing, and Yv passed one of her hands over her own pussy, squeezing it with her palm. The sensitive nerves there sent a series of thrills up her spine, and she considered asking to join them, but what she really needed was Jack.

She found Jack in what she assumed was the smaller bedroom, lying on his back with one girl sucking his cock and another riding his face sedately, leaned forward, gripping the headboard as she moved to and fro. Both women were maybe thirty, with long black hair and round bottoms and tits. Sated for the time being, Yv leaned against the wall, watching Jack bring the woman on his face closer to her climax, and she could see his jaw moving, and imagined his tongue playing along the woman's labia and clitoris and inside her pussy. Yv's quiet moans echoed the ecstasy her man now visited on another.

The woman threw her head back, moaning to the ceiling, her breasts swaying as she humped away, now more quickly, a gallop instead of a trot. In contrast, the one at his crotch sucked him off languidly, barely moving as she brought him closer to his own orgasm. Yv moaned quietly when she saw his balls clench, recognizing the signal he was about to cum. He became louder by stages, progressing from soft puffs of air to a loud moan, muffled by the thighs and pussy of the woman he was eating out, and Yv wanted him to do the same for her.

Yv tugged on Jack's arm playfully. "C'mon, baby. Don't tell me those two hot chicks drained your balls all the way! The Jack I know doesn't give up after just two orgasms."

"Three, baby, but who's counting...?" He got off the bed, his two sexy companions raising only the slightest amount of protest as he clambered over them. Once he was off the bed, they subsided and curled up with each other. Yv figured if they hadn't been with each other, or another woman, before that this was their night to explore.

Taking Jack's hand, Yv went to the back door and opened it onto the yard. The air was cool and crisp in the midst of Autumn, and probably a few degrees cooler back in Wisconsin. Her skin puckered into gooseflesh immediately, but she was committed, and Jack didn't seem to mind. The moon was full, and she wondered if that might have had something to do with the impromptu group sex all over the house.

Taking the three steps down onto the backyard, Yv turned towards the house and sat down, the cold wet grass making her breath hiss in surprise. Taking Jack's hands, she leaned onto her back, hauling him down full-length on top of her. "Let's see how my Boy Scout keeps his girl warm on a cold night!" The grass was mostly soft, but a couple of weeds made their presence known at a couple of spots. The fog off the Bay was a fine mist over the yard, and the grass was blanketed in fine droplets.

Jack, his cock recovering, lay gingerly atop her, grinning. "Well, first we should find a way to rub things together to make some sparks."

"Sparks, nothing!" Yv spread her legs, gazing up at the full moon and smattering of stars nearby, and lay all the way back. She cooed up to him, "Start rubbing, baby, and get my fire started!" When his erection went inside her for the second time that night, she was glad this was just for them, no-one else to watch or participate.

When his pubes crushed against hers, Yv moaned into the night. She didn't think anyone else was out in the chill air, rolling around on the grass near them, but she pitched her voice low anyway. "Jack, baby, that was so sexy. You taste like that girl's pussy, and I love it!" Before he could answer, she pulled his mouth onto hers, and he began humping her quickly, though not as furiously as they had in the dining room. Yv was wet and horny, and the chill didn't intrude once he got moving in earnest.

Raising her legs one at a time to her chest, knees on either side of her breasts, she felt his cock continuously piston inside once more, delicious and tantalizing. She wanted to cry with happiness that his was the first and last cock inside her this evening. Even with the other partners who had filled and fulfilled her all evening, she was ready to cum again, this time with the man she loved. Jack kept his rhythm steady, easing them both along the way.

Gazing up at the wash of stars peeking through the thin fog across the Berkeley sky, she felt at complete peace, unworried about anyone else happening upon them. If they do, maybe they'll want to join us... Her breath caught at the hint of her next climax. Maybe they'll be content just to watch us cum...

Jack reached down to her pussy with his right hand and began rubbing it with one thumb, looking down at his cock disappearing inside her, then reappearing for its next penetration. The added stimulation felt divine, wondrous, and she hoped he wouldn't stop humping or rubbing her until dawn.

Locking her ankles around his neck, Yv gazed up at him. "I love you, Jack... Make me cum again, baby. Fill me up." Her voice was quiet, drifting up to his ears and piercing the wall of sound that was his rising moans. She was tired and a little sore, but wanted him to fuck her properly. The dew on the grass chilled her wonderfully, an inspired counterpoint to the warmth of his body on and in hers. Looking up into his eyes, she could tell he was close, again.

He moaned quietly, and she wondered if anyone in either adjoining yard could hear them, know what they were doing, maybe watching them through a fortuitously placed knothole. She wondered if a man was bent over at the peephole, pants down at his ankles, rubbing a hard-on at the sight of them having a great lay on the grass, just out of reach...

Jack grunted almost silently, but it may as well have been a shout. Eyes closed and head back, he sped up, the sound of his groin against hers a steady slap-slap-slap as his groans came faster. At the same time, Yv felt her climax rising. We're going to cum together! At the same time! As much as she loved having earth-shattering orgasms, she loved sharing them with him, cumming at the same instant.

Humping her furiously now, Jack gritted his teeth, resisting ending too soon or too loud, and Yv added her moans to his, putting one hand over her lips to muffle and catch her reaction, which she knew would be loud and heartfelt. Holding her climax back, she bit off a moan and smothered it with her hand. Jack's motion was faster now, with no discernible slowing at the apex of each thrust, a continuous staccato pounding pushing them both to earthly Nirvana.

Jack thrust once more, then again, burying the length of his erection inside her still moist and almost feverish twat. When Yv felt the first pulse along his cock's length, she held back her own climax for a beat, releasing it when she felt him finally unload inside her, streams of cum bathing her pussy from the inside. Goddamn... No matter who I fuck, Jack's still the best!

They did their best not to shout to the heavens when they came, and settled for groans of complete ecstasy, barely controlled.

After several minutes lying next to each other on the lawn panting, fingers entwined, the frigid mist renewed its assault on their skins, and they decided to go back inside. The differential, cold to hot, sapped Yv's energy immediately, and she leaned into Jack's side as they made their way back to the guest bedroom, one of his hands stroking her hip, and lay down on the carpet. Jack's partners had been replaced by two men and a woman, eyes closed and snuggled in close. From their positions and the cum on her mouth and in a puddle near her hole, Yv surmised they had spit-roasted her, which sounded absolutely wonderful, and her thoughts went to Sean.

Lying in repose on the bedroom carpet, a thick and soft Persian rug, Yv snuggled into Jack. A rueful chuckle bubbled up from her chest. "What the fuck happened tonight? Some sort of evil, sexy drug experiment? Mind control?" Her tone was ironic; she knew that what had really happened was her first orgy, and she'd been thoroughly satisfied.

Jack nodded, exhausted and half-asleep. "Something happened for sure. We didn't start it, that I know."

Yv chuckled softly, looking down his bare abs to the thick rod that had penetrated her twice that night, starting to reawaken now. "Maybe it's Inger's fault. She did start dancing with that cowboy in the jock strap after all." Her voice sounded more grateful than critical.

"True, but the gal blowing the cowboy really kicked things off." He turned and kissed her. "It looked like you liked that the best, babe."

She nodded slowly. "It was very hot. Didn't see her swallow though, 'cause someone distracted me with his nice, thick cock!" She kissed him on the lips quickly, realizing she wanted him again as soon as he was ready, the slight soreness in her pussy notwithstanding. Turning onto her tummy, Yv levered herself upright. The clock-radio on the near side of the bed cast a wan green glow over the three sleeping bodies there, announcing mutely it was after three a. m. "Let me find Inger. And my costume. And what's left of my anonymity."

Stepping naked into the hall, Yv was, after last night, much less concerned about anyone seeing her nude, and clearly no-one else had any care about it either. The musky scent of sex lingered in the house. The air was still overly warm. Everyone else was naked, or nearly so, wrapped around each other in blissful, orgasm-driven slumber, though a few of them were still active in the living and dining rooms. One couple, looking as wiped out as she and Jack had been, looked her up and down with approving grins as she sauntered past them and around various combinations, including one resting man leaned back against the couch, snoring with his hand gripping his cock, semen clotted on his hand and pubes.

"Interesting...," Yv muttered to herself, wondering why he had failed to tap one of the willing and available women there. Then again, maybe he did... The whole party, every one of them, boy and girl, had been so willing and enthusiastic. The whole house was quiet, the furnace ticking quietly as it cooled. In the dining room, she searched for and found her toga, the sheet badly rumpled, though not actually torn, and stained from someone's jizz or juices, but still whole enough to wear home, then wash with plenty of bleach. Or burn, she thought.

Gathering the sheet, she cast around for Jack's shorts and breastplate, which she found in good repair, shoved beneath the buffet table. Stumbling back towards the room, Inger was still apparently either absent or elsewhere. She was mildly astonished that none of her own costume jewelry had been lost or dropped off. A quick check showed that about half the guests still remained, and she didn't see Annie, hoping she'd gotten home and gotten off again. He sure had a great cock..., and Yv felt renewed desire bloom in her chest.

Checking the little laundry room, she was surprised to see no-one currently using it. Easing down the hall to the master bedroom, she almost knocked, then saw it was ajar, a bare leg visible on the Persian rug inside. Pressing it open very quietly, she saw no fewer than five people in a naked rosette, their faces arranged at one another's crotches, all seemingly asleep or drowsy. The musky scent and streams of drying juices made Yv suspect they hadn't had the energy to move after their play.

The slender blonde on the bed was familiar, sitting up with her head against the headboard, snoozing prettily, and Yv wished she had brought her glasses. Two men were on either side of her, their half-rigid dicks by her hands, and she noted semen dried in their pubes as she approached, and on their glans and coating her hands. Yv entered the room, closing in on the woman.

Leaning over the bed, the other woman came into focus. "Inger?" Her whisper was shockingly loud in the quiet room, and one or two of the others stirred at the noise before settling back.

Inger's eyes fluttered open, and her face split in a weary grin. "Hey." Her body stocking was nowhere to be seen now, and she didn't seem to care.

"We should get going soon, sweetheart. It's still dark, and I don't want to have the sunlight hit us while we're outside and barely dressed."

Inger held out a hand, and Yv took it, helping to haul her to her feet. She slid over the legs of one of her bedmates, and he murmured something sleepily. His hand ran over her back and then to her buttocks, caressing her skin gently. She smiled back at him and patted his hand before standing erect. Yv thought she looked lovely, shiny streaks and dots of cum along her torso and throat; it looked like she had made time to wipe semen from her cheeks and mouth, though Yv saw some remaining on her broad forehead, and a little bit like mousse in her hair.

Kissing her quickly, Yv held onto one of her arms as she draped the toga over her shoulders, and grabbed a slender belt to hold the sheet in place around her waist. She looked down and saw that any kind of wind would reveal her pussy and ass, and knew she would need to hold the front and back in place on the way to the car. And the apartment...

"Hey, where's your costume?" It dawned on her that Inger would be naked in the car and the rest of the way home. Her heart fluttered as she imagined her friend streaking down the sidewalk and then upstairs.

Inger looked sheepish. "Don't know, Yvie. Lost it somewhere in one of the rooms, no idea where!" Chuckling ruefully, "I think my wig's in the same place I left it, on the hearth, but we'll have to check." She went to the door, still ajar, and pulled it wide, stepping into the short hall and into the living room. Yv followed quickly and marveled at the sight of Inger's tush, rounded as she bent down to retrieve her long blonde wig and settle it on her head.

Yv helped her look for the bodysuit to no avail. "Guess I'll have to run between here and the car!" Yv nodded and went back to the room where Jack waited. Handing over the shorts, faux leather skirt of armor, and his breastplate, she watched him dress quickly, noting that his sandals, and hers, had remained on. She checked, and felt a thrill of joy when she spied the slip of paper with Annie's phone number was somehow still wedged in her sandal.

They went into the front room and saw Inger putting her own sandals on, the wig disheveled and covering little of interest as she sat on the couch. She looked up and grinned. "Ready?" At Yv's nod, she stood, arranging the long fake hair to cover her tits and not much else.

The trio made their way to Jack's car. Inger's long-haired wig was the only thing covering her nudity, and she had arranged it so her nipples and bush played a mostly modest game of peekaboo for onlookers, of which they saw none. Fortunately, they had parked next door to Claus and Barbi's house. Inger dashed from behind their hedge, narrowly escaping scratches from the thorny bushes, then leapt into the back seat behind Jack, while Yv held the door open for her.

Down the road a couple of blocks, heater cranked up to warm the chilly upholstery, Jack glanced into the backseat, seeing both women propped wearily against each other. With a teasing tone, Jack turned his eyes back to the road. "So, Inger, how did you like the party?"

Sighing deeply and closing her eyes in exhausted contentment, her voice was low, happy. "That was the best party, guys. Maybe we can swing by Saturday and see if they found the rest of my costume."

Yv chimed in. "Hopefully they wash it first..."

They arrived home in under ten minutes on nearly empty streets. Inger scampered up the stairs with Yv's key, her bare ass visible with each shift of the long wig. Yv and Jack parked then headed up to the apartment. The bedroom was open and dark, and they heard the shower start up at that moment.

Yv gave Jack a sidelong look of weary merriment. "I'm going to make sure she gets all clean..." She tossed her sheet and borrowed belt on the floor and went into the bedroom, turning on the overhead light and stripping off her costume jewelry, then strode naked to the bathroom, stepping inside and to the shower stall. Jack heard delighted, tired giggles as the two women washed each other up. Taking everything off, he grabbed a clean pair of boxers and slid under the covers. He had no scheduled Friday classes, and would be fine with showering in the morning.