Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

A Sinful Act>: 5

By the time they found a spot to park on the crowded street in front of Rob's house, Ivy had managed to repair most of the damage that Brian's assault on her mouth had inflicted to her makeup. Only her eye liner had survived relatively unscathed, as he used her mouth against her will, but a makeup wipe and a few frantic minutes later she no longer looked like a complete whore. Now if she could just do something about the taste of cum in her mouth, she could at least pretend to have a good time tonight, she thought.

"Look at that - no one would even be able to tell what an eager little cock sucker you are," Brian said, shutting off the engine and getting out of the car with a lewd smile that made her skin crawl.

"Can you at least find me something to drink that isn't beer?" she said, following his lead. "I don't want to stay more than an hour, and I don't want to reek of booze when I get home."

"Sure thing," Brian said, taking her hand and walking towards the front door like they were an item instead of a man that had just taken advantage of an eighteen year old high school girl to get his rocks off. She didn't pull away even though part of her mind was screaming for her to do exactly that. Being cold to him would defeat the entire purpose of this outing.

Instead she pasted on the warmest smile she could manage and by the time the door opened she was holding his arm like she belonged there. Behind the door the party was already in full swing, and kids from her school were drinking and vaping in little knots and clusters crowded around the living room and the backyard. At the center of many of these groups were the bright red jerseys of the victorious Condors players, though in quite a few cases their jerseys or hats ended up on a pretty girl instead of the actual player.

All in all it was a typical party. The kind she'd used to show up at so she could make an appearance and spend a couple hours loitering around the edges before disappearing before she could get into too much trouble. It was the sort of game that had allowed her to straddle the line between being popular and being a good girl until now. Until her chance encounter with Anna had unleashed chaos on her whole predictable world. As soon as she thought of her, Ivy started scanning the room to see if the girl that haunted her dreams had bothered to show up tonight. As soon as she noticed she was doing it she cursed her self destructive behavior and forced herself to stop looking though. Instead she focused on the small talk going on around her instead. Spending half the night looking for a girl that she definitely wasn't into wasn't going to make those awful rumors go away any faster.

that's when Brian showed back up with drinks in both hands. He kept the beer and handed her a tall glass of a red

after the sip found nothing objectionable. It was some kind of tropical punch with some sprite or something, and maybe

they made nice, and for the next half hour they drifted around the party like a happy couple. Brian did most of the talking generally, and all of the talking when it came to the sports stuff, but that was fine. She knew

"Sorry babe - all out of punch," he apologized, but she didn't mind. By that point she just wanted

drink had barely had any alcohol in it and her second was just a can

before nodding. She didn't really like the idea of being somewhere alone where someone might be able to take advantage of her, but she also really needed to lay down before she got any worse. A minute later after a short conversation with their host, he escorted them to the

words, and then they were both gone. She locked the door behind them for good measure and then

for a few minutes before she passed out thinking about how different things would have been if only Anna had dragged her to a room like this before kissing her instead of doing it in a place where everyone else could see. How far would she have let her go? She wondered. Would she have let the pretty blond girl do more than kiss her? Would she have let her suck on her aching nipples? If she went that far would she even have been able to stop her from sliding those long delicate fingers into her panties to play with her aching clitoris? That was how she fell asleep - with her mind in

Anna didn't drag her to a bedroom to molest her in private though. She did it in public - right there in the living room where everyone could see. Ivy had an audience for her first orgasm as Anna went down on her neatly trimmed bush where everyone could see. It was horrifying, but utterly intoxicating. She never wanted the moment to end, so when she was finally woken up by a kiss in her dark room, she

wet sloppy kisses as she felt a hand on her thigh. This instantly made the kissing stop, and Brian laughed hysterically at what she said. Ivy blushed fiercely, realizing that her dream lover had not in fact appeared