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Driven Crazy
Chapter Four
For one of the few Saturday nights in a long time I found myself sitting alone in my apartment, surfing the endless array of channels that offered no entertainment on a lonely night. Francie had decided to take a breather from our usual routine and watch a movie in her apartment. By herself.
The phone suddenly rang as I quickly picked it up, hoping that Francie had changed her mind and was in the mood to party. "Hello?" I asked.
"Hello James" a surprised smile graced my lips as I realized the owner of the voice.
"Lauren, its so good to hear from you. What can I do ya for?" Just then there came a knock at my door. "Dammit" I cursed into the phone "Hold on a sec, 'kay? There's someone at my door."
"Okay" she answered. I pondered curiously at the playful sound in her voice, almost is if she knew a joke that she were just dying to tell me.
Looking through the peephole I saw an empty hallway. I hated practical jokesters. Opening the door I leaned out into the hallway and found myself face to face with one of the most beautiful girls I'd ever known.
Smiling she turned off her cellphone and kissed me gently on the lips. "Surprise!" she giggled.
Turning off my own phone I asked Lauren to come inside, grateful and joyous at my sudden change in plans. Unfortunately I was dressed rather "relaxed" in a T-shirt and sweatshorts. Not exactly the perfect compliment to her dress and heels.
I walked into my bedroom as she followed me inside, removing my shirt and shorts as she spoke. "I wasn't sure if you'd be home, y'know. I thought maybe you and Francie would be doing something together. You two make the cutest couple."
I smiled at the usual mistake. "Oh we're not dating. We're just . . . close." Tugging a pair of black jeans out of my closet I slid them on as I watched her smile grow.
"Really?" she asked. "Well then, I won't have to worry about stepping on anyone's toes, will I?" She walked over towards me as I buttoned the jeans, running her hands along my chest and placing her lips firmly against my own.
I moved forward with my neck to press into a deeper kiss, as she playfully pulled away, licking lightly at my lips. Frustrated, I grabbed the back of her head as I pulled her in for a true kiss, invading her mouth with my tongue. She moaned, humming deliciously against my tongue, as I probed deeply into the warmth of her mouth.
Pulling away, I pecked once more at her lips, savoring the taste. Leaning over I pulled a shirt out of my dresser, smiling as Lauren walked up and pressed her hips firmly against my backside, sliding her hands into my pockets.
Standing back up, I felt her breasts press firmly against my back, as she pulled the shirt from my grasp. Pulling it over my head, she smoothed it down against my chest and admired my selection.
"So, you have anything in mind for tonight?" I asked her.
"Well . . " she trailed off, attempting a pass at innocence, but I knew better.
"Out with it." I said playfully, tickling her ribs so that she squirmed happily into my arms.
"Well, there's this party over on Alumni Drive and I just happen to be without a date." She winked, looking over her shoulder, into my eyes, as her backside melded into my hips.
We arrived at the party a few minutes later, entering the old house, when a few girls grabbed Lauren’s hand and dragged her off towards the kitchen. One of the guys there handed me a plastic cup and a cold beer as he took a sip from his own “So, you’re here with Lauren, huh? Lucky man.”
I laughed heartily as I poured my beer. Taking a sip I looked around the room and almost choked as my eyes connected with hers. Stacy was staring at me from across the living room, her lips wrapped around her own beer bottle. I scanned the room for Lauren, but still found her absent.
Gazing back across the room I realized that she was gone. I sat down my empty beer bottle as I headed off through the room in the direction of her previous location, passing through a dining room before I walked into the kitchen, where Lauren was busy doing shots of Tequila.
“Hey baby!” she yelled across the room, lunging into my arms as she ground her hips against me. Cupping her arms behind my neck she straddled my leg, pressing her pelvis into my groin.
“Hey now, we have separate rooms for that shit.” The man who’d handed me the beer when I walked in came into the kitchen, kissing the girl who had been doing shots with Lauren.
Flashing him the middle finger and sticking out her tongue, Lauren led me out of the kitchen and into the living room. She set down my drink on one of the coffee tables as she dragged me out the front door and back around the side of the house. Suddenly shoving me up against the hard, unforgiving brick of the building she pressed her body firmly against my own, her tongue and lips attacking my mouth as I tasted the traces of liquor still evident on her breath.
“Come on, I want to show you something.” Taking my hand once again, she led me back along the driveway, walking among the shadows to hide ourselves from the drunk boys who were hooting and hollering on the back porch. We walked farther and farther into the dark, whispering woods that formed the backyard to her friend’s house, until finally we came to a stand still.
Sitting down on the hammock that was suspended between two of the trees, she quickly began to unbuckle my jeans, kissing my stomach as she pulled the shirt out and dragged it up to my shoulders. Her tongue wrapped around one of my nipples and I laughed playfully at the suggestive stare in her eyes. Suddenly I felt a sharp pain and I jumped as she bit down into the base of my nipple, moaning and sucking on her lower lip with a pout that had me eager to return.
Finally removing the zipper, Lauren let my pants fall to my ankles as she leaned back onto the hammock, spreading her legs and placing a solitary finger into her mouth. Pulling aside her panties, she then placed the now-slick finger against her clit and rubbed it gently, throwing her head back with a satisfied hiss. Raising her head back up she looked at me with those deep blue eyes and pulled me towards her with them.
Without realizing it I soon found myself buried inside her, driving my hips against her as her body rocked back and forth in the air. Her legs soon found themselves wrapped around my waist as she pulled herself harder into me with each thrust, her ass slapping against my legs with a loud clap. Lauren then reached beneath herself and grabbed onto my balls, squeezing them gently and pulling me forcefully to her with them. I grunted as her playfully toyed with them, rolling them around in her fingers like marbles.
Then I felt something wet and warm strain against one of my balls and I looked at her curiously. Lifting both hands up in a fake attempt at ignorance I realized that she wasn’t the one toying with my nutsack. I looked around my legs, curious if my suspicions were correct, but Lauren halted me with a finger upon my chin. “Just go with the flow, baby.”
This little game of “tag” that we were playing was becoming quite interesting and I was enjoying the loving attention that Stacy (at least I assumed it was Stacy) was paying to my balls, so I nodded assertion to her and slowly began thrust once more, prolonging my strokes this time with a much more deliberate motion. Pulling Lauren slightly off of the hammock, I suspended her hips and ass away from the netted material, inviting our guest to explore further.
Soon I found Stacy’s tongue dancing against the entrance of Lauren’s lips, her cold piercing dancing against the underside of my cock and Lauren’s pussy in equal turns. “Come on baby. Come on.” Resonated through the silence as Lauren taunted me further along the edge, until finally the strain became too much and I sighed deeply as I let it go.
As I sent jets of steaming cum inside Lauren I felt my dick pop out of her and into Stacy’s mouth as she swallowed what remaining semen I had to give and proceeded to draw me into the depths of her throat, my dickhead pressing against the soft tissue. I clenched my eyes shut, sweat running down my forehead as her sliver of cold torture danced along my shaft, mingling with the warmth of her tongue and mouth until I felt another steam of pressure building inside me.
I let out a muffled scream as Lauren’s mouth swallowed my lips, quieting my orgasm as Stacy licked up the last remaining morsels of my seed. Then I collapsed against Lauren, forcing her back onto the hammock as she held me against her chest, my breathing short and difficult.
A few minutes later I regained the strength to pull up my pants and walk back to the party, catching a glimpse of Stacy now and again. And each time, she winked at me with a smile as she took a long draw on he bottle of beer, making me shudder with renewed delight.
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