After the Party

[MissVictoria]

Bes Manke, 30 years old, 5'9", slim with no hips and moderate sized breasts, light brown eyes, very dark brown hair to her mid-back. The "mother hen" amongst her group of friends.

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Another New Years had come and gone. The party had been wildly successful, if you can measure parties as such. Drinking, dancing, socialisation, a few wild and crazy moments.

Bes was always the responsible one. It was her house that her friends had persueded to use for the night, after some insistance and begging on their part. Bes wasn't really much into loud social scenes. They made her uncomfortable, and didn't impress her at all. But Bes agreed to the party when her friends pointed out that not only did her house have a lot of extra space, but that she could play drink police and make sure no one was driving unsafely.

She had agreed, and kept to their word. She did take the keys of a few partygoers, and they had spent the night in one of her several guest bedrooms. They were all sleeping soundly now, and Bes had already slept as much as she could. It was seven in the morning, and she had a lot of cleaning to do.

Picking up beer bottles, plastic cups, confetti and party hats, Bes sighed softly at the tediousness of the task, but pursued until the house was back in order. By eleven o clock the house was back into a near-former state, and she paused to look out the window.

Snow fell down slowly, drifting lazily and entrancing the woman with its slow downward path. She leaned over the back of the couch, resting on her knees, her long brown hair a contrast against her soft ivory sweater. She laid her hands on her folded arms, sighed and smiled slightly. She loved winter time.

Above her, and upstairs in one of the rooms, she heard a guest stirring.

 

[Guest]

Lon

After a wild night of drinking amd a little sex, I tried to drive my date home, but our hostess Bes wouldnt let me drive. It was just as well, since I really was in no shape to drive a couple of blocks, much less any distance to take her home. We wwere offerred a comfortable room, so we crashed and soon our naked bdies were entwined under the covers. I was too far gone to do her much good, I'm afraid, but we did have a nice 69 although neither of us came to a satisfactory orgasm. Un the morning I awakened to the sounds of a dishwasher runnintg,and struggled out od bed and into my party clothes, and made an appearance.

By then the work was done and there wasnt anythuing to do until upstairs, she got herself together enough for me o drive her home. I enterec the living room to findBes looking out the window at the snow which was falling and had been all night apparently.

By then the rods had to be treacherous, especially on New Years Day with very little traffic. I conned herinto turning on the TV to watch the Rose Parade out in sunny California,and all the marching bands and dancing girls began to entice my libido again, remembering all the pretty ladies I had lusted after last night, kissing each, including Bes who I think was quite disgusted with my drunkenness when I tried to get my tongue in betyween her clenched teeth.

But we were good friends, and she blushed and shyly apologized for being so uptight, and leaned over and gave me a good morning kiss on my unshaven and dirty face that had been in my date's pussy last night.

 

[MissVictoria]

"Morning hon..." Bes said, leaning over to give her friend a peck on the cheek. "Feeling ok? Need some coffee or something? I have a pot going."

She plopped down at the far end of the couch, drawing her knees up to her chest and wrapping her arms around them as she sat, leaning her head against the back of the couch. "How is... whats-her-name doing? You guys comfortable enough last night? Not like you would notice anyway..."

She turned toward the television, briefly watching the parade, but becoming disinterested. "I'm not sure its fitting to drive out there. You'd best wait until the roads are cleared."

She brushed a lock of hair from her face and turned to her friend. "Would you like some breakfast or something?"

 

[Guest]

Lon

I grinned and thought how I'd something good to eat, namely Bes! But, at least for the mkoment, I played it a little cool and siting tghere inb my crummy party clothes fcrfom last night, accepted a cup of coffee, which was blond and sweet just like my date upstairs, fior whom we were waiting

I asked Bes if anyone else had crashed here too, or if we were the only ones.

I kept my eye on her, and iagined her sitting there naked, as I had ofen in the past,, when alone at niught in my bed, but we had never been lovers. I had ever seen her uponj awakenin g before, but she looked very good to me, and swseet as a cinnamon roll and i wanted to taste her to find out ust how good she was

 

[MissVictoria]

"All three rooms, mine, and the trundle bed in the attic" replied Bes. "I slept on the couch... I think that makes..." She counted on her fingers. "Seven of you."

Bes returned, handing her friend a cup of coffee before she continued to speak.

"Tammy and her date... John, was it? They decided to brave the roads this morning. I'm still waiting on the callback they promised me so I know that they are all right. But..." her cheeks blushed faintly. "You saw them last night... it's likely they pulled over somewhere to..." she blushed some more.

"Anyway..." Bes continued, "When is whats-her-name coming down?"

She sat down on the arm of the couch, next to her unshaven, unwashed, crumpled guest and friend. "You look like crap... you can use my shower you know, and some of..." She paused a moment, to swallow hard, recounting the man she had very recently nearly married. "Some of Scott's clothes are... still here."

 

[Kandi]

Abbi

I stumbled downstairs well after the day began, following the wonderful smell of fresh-brewed coffee. Lon sat on the couch looking even rattier the morning after than the night before, and Bes, lovely Bes sat next to him making small talk. She looked hot as ever, ivory sweater clinging to her perfect breasts. I had always been envious of her -- seeming to look so good with so little effort. While I, the tomboy of our childhood group, looked, well, like me. I liked the way I looked, but I certainly never got the attention I craved.

Boy if Bes ever knew how I lusted for her. Not that I minded guys. Men were great, tho little boys like Lon made me want to vomit. But Bes, I dreamed often of her soft sweet body next to mine. I was always afraid to let her know. She was the best of my friends, never judging me for anything, but I had always worried that letting her know would drive her away. And that I couldn't live with. I had gotten very good at living with wanting her so badly.

 

[MissVictoria]

Bes

Bes heard the sound of soft stocking feet padding down the carpeted stairs, and looked up to see her best friend Abbi. Biting on her bottom lip, she cast a comforting gaze to the woman, knowing that her head must be pounding.

"How are you doing, Ab? I have some Bayer in the medicine cabinant, and maybe some coffee?" She stood, and walked over to give a casual and motherly embrace to the woman, and a peck on her groggy cheek, before turning to fetch a cup of coffee and fix it just the way that Abbi liked.

Splash of milk, nothing else. There was little that Bes DIDN'T know about Abbi, though she had the feeling that her best friend was witholding some grand secret from her.

She returned with a cup of coffee. She knew that Abbi would tell her in time. She always did.

 

[hotforpolitics]

Doug:

Going to this party wasn't my idea. Some girl I barely know wanted to go and then she found somebody else at the party and took off. Unfoirtunately, she picked me up. By the time I figured out what happened it was too late to find another ride home or to get a cab. The hostess, what is her name again, had been nice enough to let me crash in the trundle bed in the attic. It was pretty drafty up there, but it sure beat walking home. Now I need to figure out how to get home. I can hear people stirring down stairs, maybe someone will give me a ride.

I walk into the living room and realize I know none of the people there. "Uh, hi. I'm Doug. I crashed in the attic."

 

[MissVictoria]

Bes was busy conversting with her old friends, when a new face appeared at the bottom of the stairs. Wiping sleep from his eyes, he seemed a bit ackward in the situation.

Bes couldn't place his face, and had no idea who he was... only that he had been trapped here with the snow, the taxi services had shut down long after he had discovered his date -who Bes also didn't know- had left him without a ride home.

She did, however, have an immediate liking of the man, who despite the careless drinking going on around him all night, much like Bess had had only a single drink, and sat in solitude for the majority of the party.

She identified with him immediately.

"Uh, hi. I'm Doug. I crashed in the attic." he ventured, ackward in the situation.

Bes smiled warmly. "Good morning, Doug. The roads are still closed down... would you like some breakfast? Pancakes? Eggs? I think I have some blueberry waffle mix. Or grapenuts, but I'm the only one I know who likes grapenuts."

She chuckled with a friendly smile, trying to make him at ease.

 

[hotforpolitics]

doug:

"Grapenuts!!! I haven't had those in years. I didn't know they still made them." With a figure like that I wouldn't take her for a grapenuts fan.

This is going to be really embarassing, but I am going to have to tell them I don't know any of them. "I am really sorry, but I am terrible with names and can't recall any of your names and I am not even sure whose house this is. I was stranded lst night and it looks like today, too. Hope I am not imposing or interrupting.

 

[Kandi]

Abbi

Sweet Bes, she brought me coffee
just the way I love it. She knows me so well, but does she really? A stranded stranger straggled down from the attic, obviously not knowing any of us, but cute nonetheless. We wandered toward the kitchen looking for sustenance.

I decided to have some fun with the situation and see how Bes would react. Sliding in behind her, I wrapped my arms around her in a gentle hug. "Hey, Doug, nice to meetya. I'm Abbi -- and this is my sweetie, Bes. She owns the joint>" I tried my best to smile warmly. He seemed like a nice guy. But my thoughts were clearly on the heat coming off Bes's body. Almost without thinking I let my right hand slip lower on her tummy, as my left, hidden from Doug's view, gave a slow lift under Bes's braless breast.

 

[MissVictoria]

Bes jumped as Abbi's hands wrapped around her body, blushing with a shy smile on her face, and then froze rigidly stiff as her hand moved up underneath her breast.

Still, she went along with the game, drawing her hands backward to grip at Abbi's thighs. "I own the place, but Abbi here runs it... she was the biggest factor in persueding me to allow the party here."

"Three orgasms is always wonderful persuesion..." joked Abbi as Bes blushed.

"Yes dear," continued Bes. "Though with the ammount of people who stayed over, I think you owe me several more tonight..."

 

[bombast]

Julian Withnail

OOC: My friends call me Jules. I'm an expat Brit living in states for about 5 years, working in television and film. I'm 36, 5-10, 180, sea-green eyes, and blond foppish hair. I am always in flat front khakis and a Brooks Brothers dress shirt of some pattern. They are usually well worn, and the look is very casual. I smoke a pack of cigarettes a day, drink about 10 cups of coffee a day, and I don't drink, use drugs, or eat sugar. I am single, straight, and I came to this party with a date but alas, she is gone. My car -- an old old old jaguar, or course -- is snowed under and probably wouldn't start anyway.

IC:

The kitchen windows are steamy, homey. I stand outside in the yard having just finished a short walk through the neighborhood. I was up before anyone, having crashed very early on in the attic. I hate New Years Eve. I used to love it back in the day, but since I got most of my live back together, I am not a big fan. It's cold outside, and my breath comes out in steamy bursts. I finish my cigarette and head up the back stairs to the kitchen.

Opening the door, I see Abbi with her arms around Bes. And there's Doug. I had heard him clammoring up the stairs early in the morning after the festivities had ended. I met all three of them last night. Bes is friends with the woman I brought, who left well before midnight, but without telling me.

I found Abbi delightful, and Doug and I talked politics till both of us were bored and we moved on to other guests. Oh how I gave him hell for the oddities of American politics. Anyway...

"Good morning all ... is there coffee on?" I asked. Bes and Abbi seemed a bit distracted. Again.

I walked over to the counter, saw that the coffee was still hot, and poured myself a cup.

"What a gorgeous day ... for staying indoors. Do we have plans yet for the day?"

 

[TheOlderGuy]

OOC: room for more?

 

[Kandi]

Abbi

Bes played along, but I couldn't tell if she was playing . . . or not. Her hands on my thighs sent shots of electricity to my already tingling pussy. I felt a gusher coming on. Was I reay for her to smell it on me? I wasn't sure.

In through the kitchen door came, fuck, what the hell was his name? I remembered him from last night, hanging out with some pretentious woman. I found him charming in the good sense of the word, but I couldn't handle more than a few moments of her, so I had drifted away from them. "Coffee's over there, J... Shit, is it Jules?"

Taking advantage of the momentary distraction I leaned in close to Bes's ear and whispered, "I love you, sweetie . . . more than you'll ever know." With that I moved away, to warm up my cup of java, and watch the party leftovers.

 

[bombast]

As I asked where the coffee was, I saw Abbi leaning in very close to Bes ... hmmmm. She seemed a bit, I don't know, flushed and quivery. Oh well, long night, early morning and all that.

"yes, luv, the name's Julian. Jules, you can call me." I reached for the pot of coffee. Fuck, some impression I made. Hah. But at least she remembered the name, even if she had to struggle.

Regardless...

"It's Abbi, right? How are you this morning? All OK? You look a bit flushed. Nothing that a nice walk outside wouldn't cure. But it is cold, and a fuck-lot of snow."

I poured some coffee into her mug she held in her outstretched ... and quite lovely ... arm. I followed the line of her arm until it met her shoulder, and followed that up her neck and down over her breasts, covered in thin material. Whatever was she up to with Bes? Her nipples were poking through her shirt, and I wondered what they would taste like.

"Care to sit at the table with me? I'd love to talk about..." I didn't finish the sentence, I pulled out a chair for her and the scraping noise of the chair on the tile floor covered up the end of the sentence.

 

[Guest]

Lon

When Bes offerred her shower I was tempted.Then perople started appearing. There was Abbi, who obviously didnht like me one bit and appeared to have a crush onBes. They were eother Lesbiams opr at least bu, which was fine with me,. so I was perfectly happy to just sit and watch the interplay.es[ecially when a couple of the other guys came into the room as well.

Bes was concerned abouyt the weatgher and suggested we might just as well sit tight to see how it developed, so there was a real possibiolioty that the party would resume. I thoufgt maybe I ought to go upand see about my date still upstairs, buyt she wasnt anyone specual - a blind date fixed up bya mutual friend, but we got along and I did have to admit, she was a very nice bed partner even in our inability to consummate the relatio9nship in our drunken stupor.

 

[hotforpolitics]

Doug:

The kitchen is crowded but interesting. Abbi and Bess clearly have an interesting chemistry. None of the rest of us seem to fit into their chemistry, but neither are they offended by our presence. They don't seem to care that we are watching their flirtations.

"Bes, about those grapenuts. Have you ever had them with warm milk?? They would be just the thing on this cold morning, if it's not too much trouble."

 

[MissVictoria]

Bes

Bes smiled to Doug. "Man of my heart." she said, implying that this was the way she always had her grapenuts. "Coming right up..."

She slid a stepping stool over to one wall of counters, and climbed the short steps, hopping up onto the actual countertop in her stocking feet. Reaching up to open the doors of the highest cabinants, she produced a small white box of the cereal.

It wasn't long before she had a warm pan of milk on the stove, with a ladle and bowls, as well as a small bowl of various fruits. With that, she excused herself politely without explaining where she was going, and whisked herself off to her bedroom for a moment of solitude, and then a warm bath.

 

[hotforpolitics]

Doug:

I watched as Bess stretched to reach the box on the top shelf, her shirt lifting to expose her flat stomach. She served me the grapenuts with a smile and said "bon apetite!" Everyone laughed as she slipped out of the kitchen.

As I ate my grapenuts I became aware that all conversation had stoppped and that everyone was deep in their own thoughts. My thoughts drifted to where Bes might be, as she had been gone for quite some time. Having finished two bowls of grapenuts I excused myself and went upstairs to wash my face. The bathroom door was closed, so i sat down in the hallway to wait.

 

[MissVictoria]

Bes breathed a long sigh of release, as she half-closed her bedroom door behind her. The sheets were crumpled where Tammy and her date had slept, a lamp knocked over, and most of the blankets on the floor. She righted the lamp, sighing and gathering the sheets into a ball, presuming they would need to be washed.

Tossing the sheets in the wicker hamper, she opened her closet door and retrieved the fluffy powder blue bathrobe that she adored, then laying it over the edge of the bed, and tossing a few pillows back up onto the bed before heading off to the bathroom with visions of bathbeads and steamy water in her head.

Bes sat on the edge of the tub as the water filled up to the brim, and she swirled it around with her hand, stirring in the juniper scented bath beads, and closing her eyes with a smile. She rose, stripping to her bare skin, and entering the bliss of hot bath, closing her eyes and making a soft contented noise, shutting out all thoughts of parties and people.

 

[hotforpolitics]

Sitting on the floor I could hear the sounds of someone, Bes perhaps, in the bathtub. Periodically the water was turned on to reheat the tub. As I sat there I thought of Bes' slim body and beautiful breasts in the tub, warm and wet from the bath water. Based on what I had observed in the kitchen, it was apparent she was into Abbi, but had I noticed a spark between us, or was I just imagining it, wishful thinking on my part. If the bathroom door is unlocked and I "accidently" walked in, I wonder what would happen?? Since the weather was so lousy and I was likely stuck there for at least a few hours waiting for the raoto get cleared, it was pretty risky if I pissed her off. The last thing I wanted was to get asked to leave in this cold weather. Oh well, nothing ventured, nothing gained.

I stood up and reached for the door kob, checkinmg to be sure no one else was around. The knob turned easily in my hand and I walked straight in, to see Bes lieing in the tub soaking. "Bes, I am so sorry, I didn't know anyone was in here," and I turned to go back out the door.

 

[MissVictoria]

Bes

Her solitude was interrupted when a voice spoke quickly. She opened her eyes and shrieked, not having heard anyone enter the room. Moving her hands to cover her breasts, she watched a retreating male figure head quickly out the door.

She sat still for a while, feeling the heat on her cheeks in her embarrassment, and afraid to move. Her quiet moment ruined, she climbed out of the tub, pulling the plug on the water, and locking the door.

Peering into the mirror, she placed her hands over her red cheeks
and looked at her reflection. She pulled the pins out of her hair, which had been pulled back to keep out of the water, and it fell down to her back. Deciding to try and forget the interruption, she opened the medicine cabinet and pulled out her toothbrush, brushing her teeth. When she was finished, she reached for her bathrobe...

Only to find it wasn't there.

"Shit..." murmered Bes, under her breath. She had thrown her old clothes down the laundry shoot. The majority of her towels had been used to clean up the rather unsavory present that had been left in her bathtub this morning, and she only had a small hand towel to wear.

Sighing, she pressed her ear to the door, listening, to see if she could hear anyone in the hall, preparing herself to make a dash for her bedroom.

 

[hotforpolitics]

That hadn't gone as I hoped. I'm sure that when she shrieked everyone downstairs heard her and thought something terrible had happened to Bes. So I beat a hasty retreat to the room I had occupied determined to profusely apologize as soon as Bes had a chance to finish her bath and get dressed.

From my place on the bed I could see down the hallway past the bathroom toward Bes' room. All at once the bathroom door opened and Bes dashed out toward her room. I could see the litheness in her legs and the firmness of her ass as she hurried into room and closed the door behind her. Better not to mention that to her when I finally get the chance to apologize.

Looking outside it is clear the roads will take a while to be cleared and all I have to wear is my clothes from last night. A shower, shave and some clean warm clothes would really do the trick. This party is turning into a nightmare. What else could go wrong???l

 

[MissVictoria]

She was safe. Dashing for her bedroom door, she slammed the door behind her, leaning against it and peering cautiously across her room to make sure no one was there.

Finding nothing, Bes, stepped forward, retrieving her blue robe from the foot of her bed, and wrapping it around her form. Tying the thick robe, she heard someone calling up the stairs.

"Bes... you all right up there?"

"Yes... just a mouse..." she called out, then opened her closet, looking for something to wear.

There were his clothes. On hangers, right alongside hers. Bes sighed softly, reaching forward and touching the sleeve of one of Scott's work shirts. Then she came to her senses, and ripped the shirt off the hanger. The bastard had left her after getting some little two bit slut pregnant... why should she be missing him?

But her gaze softened as she looked on the blue cloth, and she held it to her face, closing her eyes and remembering. She was so very lonely... and even though he was a horrible man, she missed the company he had given her.

Then she remembered her guests, and tossed the shirt onto the bed. Opening up her bedroom door, she called down the stairs. "Lon? I'm out of the bathtub, you can take that shower. I've got some of Scott's stuff up here if you want to change, it should fit. Jules? Doug? The offer stands for you as well."