(Closed for Poprockz) Huge Bimbo vs Total Nerd

[Poprockz]

It spun fast, carried by the nice wrist movement he had made to spin it. Eventually though, it slowed down and each of the members of the circle watched in excitement to see who it might land on. When it finally came to a halt, who should the bottle point to but Mika herself. Her eyes widened in surprise as she realized that she was the one chosen by fate to kiss him. The gymnast's cheeks flushed a soft pink as her eyes lifted to meet Nolan's and she cleared her throat.

He was given a curious look, as though she was appraising him for the first time. "I guess it's us two first, as fate would have it," she commented with a coy smile.

Moving slightly forward, she got on her hands and knees and crawled across the circle to Nolan until she was right in front of him. Her eyes then flicked down to his lips before she closed them and leaned forward. After just a moment, her soft lips made contact with his own.

 

[dizzylagoon]

The kiss was everything he expected it to be and more. Of course, he wasn’t the lady killer he lied and said he was, so he didn’t try anything bold. Truth be told, this was as bold as he’s ever been!

And the way she looked at him…it was as if she finally noticed him! He was finally graduating from his awkward, embarrassing self and moving into real, This party was just great! It felt as though nothing could ruin his night. In the back of his head, he thought about how she inadvertently caused him to feel happier than he has in an awfully long time, but he drowned that thought.

After taking a second to just enjoy the kiss, he let it break and sat back down. He kept his face calm, sitting with palms on the floor, but his fingers tapped, jittery with the new experience.

Blake, eyeing Lorelei, decided to spin the bottle next.

 

[Poprockz]

The bottle spun around a few times, slowing down and keeping them in suspense until... it landed on Mika again. She laughed in amusement, no one having suspected that she would be chosen twice. Blake's eyebrow twitched and he looked furtively at Lorelei, likely disappointed that it hadn't landed on her. Still, something seemed to occur to him as his gaze moved to Nolan. There was a malicious excitement in them, as well as booze-fueled competitiveness.

Once again, Mika crawled over to the spinner and she stopped in front of Blake this time. Like the first time, she closed her eyes and leaned in to kiss him. However, before their lips met, he reached out and wrapped his arms around her, crushing his lips against hers in a swift and hungry movement. One of his hands moved up to wind into her hair to better hold the back of her head, while the other dipped dangerously low on her back.

Her eyes had popped open in surprise before she melted into it, his tongue having breached her mouth to taste her. One could even see their tongues push out against her cheeks at times. A couple of the girls giggled while one of the guys let out a wolf whistle, though the smacking of their lips against each other's prevailed as the sound of focus in the room. When he pulled away, each of them were a bit breathless.

Blake gave Nolan a self-satisfied smirk, almost as though to say that he clearly "won" between the two of them.

 

[dizzylagoon]

Nolan turned, looking bitterly towards the window. Not even the sound of the sudden, raging storm outside could drown out his aggravation. He knew what Blake was doing! He was trying to show him up, and with Mika no less! Nolan’s pride was severely wounded.

Damn it! Just when he was finally getting his foot in the door, this jerk wanted to fuck with him! He stole a sneaky glance at Lorelei. Still as gorgeous as ever. But he’d show Blake. He’d cement his spot at the party!

At the same time, Rain shuffled forward. She was one of the volleyball girls, characterized by all the piercings she had. Instead of being incredibly rich (even though she was awfully well off) she made her reputation the ace athlete, tomboyish type. With a flick of her wrist, the bottle spun.

 

[Poprockz]

When the bottle's rotations ceased, the narrow end of the bottle was left pointing at none other than Trisha, the other gymnast who was a cute, red-headed girl with a spattering of freckles on her pale cheeks. She grumbled about how she didn't particularly like her freckles, but the majority of other students found them to give her an adorable pixie-like look.

The two girls were already sitting right next to each other, so neither of them had to move anywhere. Instead, they simply rotated to turn to one-other, the gymnast looking a bit hesitant while Rain looked quietly eager. Their lips came together in a soft kiss before Rain started to pull back before pressing her lips back against the other woman's with more enthusiasm, though she didn't stop there. Instead of remaining at her mouth, she left a trail of kisses down her chin and to her jawline before trailing down her neck. She ran her tongue up the other girl's neck lewdly before kissing and sucking on it, eliciting little gasps from Trisha.

When she pulled back with a grin, Rain had left several red hickies on Trisha's neck, licking her lips as she admired her own handiwork.

"Hot." Ethan commented in approval, his eyes flicking down to Trisha's chest. She was wearing a silky dress that easily showed that her nipples were now pert with arousal.

She cleared her throat with flushed cheeks, quickly reaching forward to spin the bottle herself.

 

[dizzylagoon]

As the bottle spun, Trisha was seen trembling with quiet excitement. She bit her lip as it spun and spun, landing on Lorelei.

It’s as if the world stood still. The mood shifted. At this point, Lorelei was untouchable. Not even debonair, all-American football stars like Jake could get to her! The tension was palpable in the air, as everybody waited with bated breath.

Trisha, still high off her kiss with Rain and quite a few drinks in, scooted towards Lorelei little by little, as if testing the waters. Her plump, soft lips puckered, her lipstick smudged from her kiss earlier. Her eyes seemed a little vacant, excitement and nervousness swirling around in her head.

 

[Poprockz]

Now in front of her, Trisha was sitting on her butt with her legs in front and her body twisted slightly to the side to lean towards her destined kiss. However, Lorelei didn't sit and wait for her lips to come in close enough to touch. Instead, she made a pointed look towards Nolan as if to challenge him, to remind him of their earlier wager. She then got on her hands and knees and crawled until she was poised to spread the other woman's legs with a firm yet gentle touch.

She then crawled forward over her body like a lioness about to pounce on a zebra, not stopping until Trisha was actually lying down on the ground with wide-eyes. Having Lorelei leaning down on top of her hadn't been expected, but she wasn't about to stop her. Lorelei gave her a flirty smile before delicately brushing some of her hair out of her face, her touch proceeding the decent of her lips to Trisha's.

Their kiss started out soft and seductive, though one might notice that one of Lorelei's hands had slipped between their two bodies. No one could really see what she was doing since her own hips and legs shielded it, but from the motion of her arm one could assume that she had begun to rub the other woman in a very intimate place.

Trisha whimpered into her mouth, consumed by the budding pleasure in her loins. Such a sound was met my a hungry moan of Lorelei's, and she started kissing with a more passionate ferver. Her tongue slipped into Trisha's mouth, the two of them tasting the alcohol and chocolate strawberries that had been previously consumed. Most of the people around the circle stared with rapt attention, a few of the men shifting in their seats to resituate themselves. The image of the two women pressed against each other while making out would be their jerk-off material for at least the next couple weeks. Though the only person she cared about seeing it was Nolan. She wanted him to watch, to see how good she was. It was everything he had never had, and she wanted him to be unable to control himself. Maybe he was jerking off even now, or maybe he had already creamed his sleek black slacks.

Her hand movements sped up and soon Trisha was panting in between their impassioned lips. The next moment, Trisha's body convulsed, twitching as she loudly cried out. It was obvious to everyone in the room that she had cum on Lorelei's talented fingers. There was a dreamy look in the redheads eyes when Lorelei finally ended the kiss, a string of saliva connecting them until it broke.

"Thanks, that was fun," Lorelei chuckled, sitting up and moving back to her cushion. Her eyes drifted back to Nolan's to see how he was holding up, and for good measure she licked each and every one of her fingers, still wet from the other girl's pussy.

 

[dizzylagoon]

From the moment her eyes met his, something deep and primal in his soul, some untapped vestige of the instincts his ancestors passed down told him that this girl was dangerous, and that whatever she was about to do would be insane.

But the spectacle she put on had the entire room floored. Blake and Godrick, both typically laidback men that would’ve found this passively hot and kinda amusing, sat stunned and at attention. Two men that would’ve typically been cracking jokes and jeering were as quiet as church mice, their eyes wide and greedily drinking in the sight.

Ethan and Santiago were in a similar boat, except they exchanged wide eyed glances, as if they hadn’t seen this level of intimacy between two girls outside of porn. Santiago’s legs shifted as he adjusted himself, hiding just how stiff he was from the sight.

Poor Trisha did her best to bounce back, but after that masterclass of debauchery, she was close to ruined. Her legs trembled and her soft panting was audible. She was never exactly innocent, and had experienced her own fair share of sexual encounters, but this was new. Her mop of ginger curls laid out under her head, her soft lips still parted just a little. Mika tapped her shoulder, seemingly the only one who wasn’t totally flustered, although a small tinge of rose was visible on her cheeks.

Rain and Lola, the two volleyball girls, giggled and cheered, enjoying the spectacle. Lola shifted, letting her hands slide down onto her thighs, as if preparing to pleasure herself to the sight.

In any case, this was definitely the end of Spin the Bottle. But the party didn’t seem to be ending, not by a long shot. It was as if Lorelei cast a spell of lust on the other partygoers, because the looks they gave each other were RAVENOUS. The game might have been over, but an orgy was definitely brewing.

And god, Nolan was a broken man. His mind swirled, spinning with dark thoughts and questions. Was this for him?! Was she doing this on purpose?! And that poor girl….where the fuck did she learn how to…how to melt people like that?! Nolan had never, EVER seen this level of debauchery. He tried to stay away from porn, and he only saw very minimal and vanilla scenes. But this, intimate and sloppy, right in front of him? His dick throbbed, and he couldn’t think straight.

So, as the others started to close in on each other…Nolan scurried out of the room, using his cape to cover his bulging erection. These black slacks did very little to hide his glory, and he did not want to be the erect vampire scampering around the mansion. So, he ducked into a bathroom and splashed cold water over his face.

“…just make it go down…” he mumbled. “…think about thunderstorms, or some shit…”
Nolan had to quell his erection, because he couldn’t show anyone, especially Lorelei, that this had gotten to him.
He looked up at himself in the mirror, taking deep breaths.

 

[Poprockz]

Lorelei watched him flee the room with an amused smile on her face. It seemed that her little show had the desired effect- that little nerd was probably swimming in his own jizz right now. It would be funny if he popped a boner whenever he saw her now, and part of her hoped he would so she could tease him about it. The thought gave her a little thrill of excitement, and she decided to go get herself another drink while Nolan presumably cleaned himself up.

...

A little while later, someone tried the door handle of the bathroom to find it was locked, but it was quiet enough for Nolan to hear the person on the other side. It helped that the guy was drunk and thus a bit loud and obnoxious.

"Fuck... I have to piss, man. Hurry up!" It was Damon, one of Jake's buddies. Speaking of, not a moment later one could hear Jake join him.

Jake excitedly patted the other guy’s arm to get his attention. “Dude! I’m totally getting with Lorelei tonight!”

Damon nodded with a big grin, “Seriously? That’s awesome! Did she finally decide to let you hit that?”

“Nah… Well, kinda,” the other guy smirked. “Let’s just say that I put a little something-something to loosen her up in her booze. I’m positive it’ll go down once it kicks in- she’s been practically begging for it for the last couple weeks with how she’s been teasing.”

“You got time for some beer pong before you head out to pound town?” Damon asked taking a gulp of his drink.

“Sure bro. But don’t cry to me when you lose!” The two men laughed and headed out to one of the other rooms. As they left, one could hear Damon ask, "hey man, they got any potted plants...?"

 

[dizzylagoon]

Lorelei’s drink…?

His mind flashed to that watermelon vodka mix she’s been nursing. They…did something to that one?! Oh shit.

By no means did he particularly like Lorelei, but he…didn’t want something to happen to her. These greasy, shady guys couldn’t get a hold of her.

Nolan power walked out of the bathroom, politely weaving around people dancing, flirting, and a couple pairs with their tongues down each other’s throats. Reminds him of Lorelei’s insane little show with Trisha, but he killed that thought again. He didn’t need to think about it.

As he made it to the self-service drink station on the first floor, his head swiveled around, searching for her.

 

[Poprockz]

Lorelei was starting to feel… strange. It was like she was lost in the crowd. She wasn’t really sure where she was, nor what she was doing and that was extremely disorienting. She had been headed to the drink station, but had forgotten why she was there on the way to it. Did she drink too much? That was possible… It wasn’t like she could remember how many drinks she had, but something in her thought that she hadn’t had more than she usually did.

She needed some fresh air. The place felt suffocating and it was far too noisy and confusing for her to process at the moment. It felt unsteady to walk on her feet, but she lurched and stumbled her way to the front door.

The woman took out her phone with a shaky hand and squinted at the screen. What was her passcode? Usually she used face-ID, but she changed it to the passcode when she was at parties so that no one could get into her phone if she passed out.

“Fuck…” she mumbled, her finger hovering over the screen. She couldn’t remember what it was. Every time she thought she was on the cusp of putting it in, the combination would slip away. Eventually she just shoved the phone in her mini-purse and looked around in bewilderment. How would she get home? Was this place home? It was as though she was in some sort of confusing dream that was disjointed and didn’t make sense.

 

[dizzylagoon]

Nolan’s eyes locked on Lorelei, stumbling and disoriented looking near the door. She must’ve just been too drunk, right? As if.

His eyes panned to the side, to see Jake. His eyes glimmered with sick satisfaction, his plan progressing exactly as he needed it to. No, he’s heard rumors about when things like this happen on this side of town, and something welled up in him. He couldn’t let this happen to Lorelei, for reasons he didn’t have time to think about.

But what could he do? His eyes darted around. He couldn’t just grab her and run, everyone would see! She had decided to dress like the sexy version of a green stoplight! No, he’d have to be fast, hidden, and incredibly fucking lucky.

Quickly putting together the best approximation of a plan, he slipped over to the light switch and flicked it off. He covered himself with his long black cloak, racing over to Lorelei at the door. As he moved, he heard the sound of glass smashing to the ground. He winced, realizing he knocked over the punch bowl. Fuck.

He’s in too deep now, so he pressed on. He quickly draped the cloak over Lorelei, throwing open the door and pulling the both of them into the cool night air.

And as one disoriented partygoer flipped the lights back on, the door closed behind the two of them, and Nolan had never been so grateful to have been dressed as a vampire.

 

[Poprockz]

"Omygawd- what the fack?! The punch bowl is like, everywhere!" One of the cheerleaders could be heard whining from the other side of the door.

"Everybody go to the hall. One of the cleaners will get it tomorrow..." There was general grumbling at this command from the guy who presumably owned the place, but people could be heard shuffling away.

Meanwhile, Loralei allowed him to take her into the night. Though it wasn't as though she was in any state where she could resist him at the moment. The cloak felt nice, its weight and warmth giving her a bit of comfort in her confused state. It was difficult for her eyes to really focus on anything, so she didn't recognize Nolan as she blearily looked around and realized that she was no longer in the party.

"Where are we going?" She slurred, "I need to find out if..." Loralei paused and looked as though she was struggling to recall what it was she had wanted to do. This time she got lucky though, and the thought came back to her. "I need to see if the vampire jizzed his pants..."

 

[dizzylagoon]

He let out a scornful smirk. After all of that, their little wager had almost slipped his mind entirely. Even under the influence of a sick drug, she’s still that same smug Lorelei. If only she knew he just saved her ass!

“…no, Lorelei. The v-vampire…didn’t jizz his pants.” He sighed quietly. “And we’re gonna try to get home. Where’s your car?”

To be honest, he was surprised she had even remembered that. Through the fog that must be clouding her mind, something as stupid as that bet was not what he expected her to be thinking about. He had his fingers crossed that by some miracle, she’d remember her car too.

 

[Poprockz]

Why was she disappointed? The fact that her little show hadn't been sexy enough to make him bust was making her feel a bit depressed, though she couldn't put her finger on the reasoning.

She blinked in confusion at his next question though, "what do you mean? I'm drunk - I can't drive." Lorelei didn't typically drive to these sorts of things because she knew she wasn't going to be able to drive home safely. For that reason, she typically took an Uber. Not to mention the fact that she could definitely afford it without a care for how much they might cost in the middle of the night.

 

[dizzylagoon]

He tsked. Of course. A total asshole from day one, but drinking and driving is where she drew the line. At least she had limits.

Unfortunately, Nolan’s biggest limit right now was his finances. He could get an uber…but it’d cost him his last dollar. Whatever. He gets paid in two days.

Nolan thought about his situation. He had spend irritating amounts of money and enacted a rescue mission on a girl he hated. Of course, he did it out of concern. Who would he be if he let that happen in front of him? What kind of horrors would she experience if he had walked away? But as he looked at her, looking disheveled and dizzy…he considered there might be other reasons. Reasons that pissed him off to no end.

Urgh. Just call the Uber. He sat on the curb, letting out the first real, deep breath he took since spin the bottle started.

 

[Poprockz]

Her head tilted down, directed at him sitting on the curb. She wasn't sure what he was doing, but she wanted to go home, wherever home was. Her head felt all dizzy though, so sitting down didn't seem like a bad idea.

Lorelei sat down next to him and sighed. When nothing happened for a few minutes, she dug around impatiently in her purse and took out her wallet, taking out a few bills. The bills were promptly shoved towards him and against his chest, eventually fluttering down into his lap when she withdrew her hand. "Call me an uber!" she whined, "I'm dizzy and I just want to go home!"

If he checked his lap, he would see that she had just inadvertently given him five, one-hundred dollar bills.

 

[dizzylagoon]

Nolan looked down at money fluttering onto his lap, tossed there like he was some two-bit stripper.

“I already called it, damn!” He cursed. Nolan had liked to think he was a good person. But faced with 500$ sitting on his lap…he definitely heard that devil on his shoulder temping him. Five one hundred dollar bills given to him by a rich girl…who barely knew what she was doing…who was tipsy and then drugged…

Ugh.

The guilt wouldn’t let him sleep at night. He didn’t say anything. Barely breathed. He gingerly stacked the money, folded it, and slid it back into her purse. No matter how much it HURT to see that money slide back into her purse, he had to have some degree of morals.

 

[Poprockz]

"When did you...? Nevermind." She brought her knees up toward her chest and wrapped her arms around them, resting her chin on her arms. Didn't they just sit down? When had he called her an uber? Or maybe they had been there for a couple hours- she really wasn't sure.

It wasn't long after that the uber pulled up, though she didn't recognize that it was their driver who had come to pick her up. At that point she was just trying to hold on to her thoughts before they slipped away again.

 

[dizzylagoon]

After a long car ride, that felt even longer because a giant bombshell was next to him, he was finally home. He wasn’t sure why she still made him nervous. Not even all of what he’s seen and done tonight could cure his jitters fully, apparently.

He helped her out of the car, slowly and carefully. The last thing he needed was her to face plant on the driveway, no matter how cathartic it might’ve been in the moment.

He led her inside, closing the door behind himself. His home was humble, but he loved it. That was apparent from his well-maintained houseplants, the vacuumed carpet and mopped hardwood floors. The couch had its cushions scrubbed, and all his little trophies from debate were neatly organized and dusted. The kitchen, however, was rough. It held a mountain of dishes from his recent cooking craze. He loved to cook, but washing dishes was his biggest enemy. Flour dusted his counters from his homemade pizza, his pan was still soaking from his baked mac and cheese.

He should definitely clean it up. Later.

“Stay here for a sec, okay?” He gestured upstairs. “I’m gonna go see about getting you some clothes. Sleeping in that costume is probably gonna suck.”

 

[Poprockz]

She followed his every gesture and step with the implicit trust of someone who wasn't cognizant of how out of touch they were with reality.

"Okay..." she replied as he went upstairs. Now that he mentioned it, the strings for her wings were a bit annoying. Reaching back, she took them off, tossing them onto the nearby coffee table her purse now rested on before taking her top off as well. Lorelei wasn't wearing a bra of course, so her large tits were out in the open, perky and voluptuous. Weren't there earrings in her lobes as well? Better take those out too.

The woman then parked herself on his couch and took off her high-heels and socks, now merely in her skirt. Her feet hurt from walking around so much, so she was happy to finally free her feet.

Where was that guy going again? Her eyebrows knitted as she tried to recall what he was doing, but soon found that she didn't have the capacity to. do so. All she wanted to do now was rest and sleep, but she got the feeling she was waiting for something.

 

[dizzylagoon]

Nolan searched through his wardrobe, desperate to find a shirt that just MIGHT fit her. She was…for lack of a better word, stacked. Half of his shirts might look tight or even cropped on her, and the other half would be pushing it.

He settled on an oversized white t-shirt and some basketball shorts, doing a double take at its size. Could these fit those incredibly wide hips? It’d have to, unfortunately.

Nolan jogged down the stairs, holding his ragtag choice of clothes. He had stripped off his vampire costume, and instead donned a tank top and some checkered pajama pants. “Lorelei, I’ve got-“ he was floored, quickly averting his eyes.

Why on EARTH did she not have a bra?! First that incredibly sexy display with Trisha, and now this?! His dick quickly rose to attention, already throbbing. Being pent up for so long, it was all Nolan could do to avert his eyes and shuffle over to the couch. Each step felt like a marathon. It looked like he had ran one too, as he was beet red and looked strained. With trembling hands, he dropped the clothes next to where she sat.

 

[Poprockz]

She picked up the shirt and looked at it for a moment before shrugging and putting it on. Usually she slept only in underwear at her own house, but she supposed that pajamas for sleepovers were the socially acceptable thing to do. In any case, his place was a bit chilly at the moment, so she put on the shirt. The poor thing was strained by her tits, but it thankfully fit.

With utterly no regard to the fact that Nolan was right there, she stood up and pulled down her skirt, her lime-green throng hugging high on her hips. She then bent over to put on the shorts, her ass sticking up for a moment as she did so. The string of the thong was practically begging for help from where it had sunk in-between her bountiful ass. Bending over made her dizzy though, so once they were resting on her ass she plopped herself back onto the couch. A wave of exhaustion came over her and she yawned, looking over at him tiredly.

"You remind me of someone... he's kind of cute too. Like an angry little alleycat..." Her eyelids started to droop and she leaned her head back against the back of the couch.

 

[dizzylagoon]

Jesus. Nolan…couldn’t handle it. He just couldn’t any longer. He was sweating, nearly hyperventilating, and this girl.

GOD, this GIRL! She’s…she’s doing everything she can to push him over the edge! Nolan hadn’t ever had a real relationship. He tried his very, very best to abstain from indulging lewd thoughts. He wanted to be in control of his desire, not a passenger to it. But the urge to race upstairs and take care of himself festered and flared, driving him wild!

He could feel his heartbeat through the base of his cock, each throb highlighting the sheer NEED he felt. It was as if he could feel his balls churn, filling with baby batter that ached to be shot out.

And her…it’s all HER fault…that stupidly insane body, her evil little games, and now this…damn it!

Nolan stormed into the kitchen, chugging an ice cold water bottle. Anything he could do to reclaim his mind and focus! He wiped his lips, letting the bottle fall into the trash can.

As he retired to bed, Nolan couldn’t get even a drop of sleep. He twisted and turned, nearly insane with lust and need. Not even the soft sounds of the rain outside could quell his need. And finally, finally, he managed to snatch just a little sleep after all.

 

[Poprockz]

Downstairs, his impromptu houseguest had no such troubles when it came to sleeping. As soon as she laid down and her head hit the couch cushion she was using for a pillow, she was out like a light, sleeping soundly the entire night.

Soon came the morning, and by that time the drug had worn off. Lorelei stirred from her slumber and groaned softly. Oh god… she felt awful. Her head was pounding and she felt nauseous as hell. She needed to get herself some water, ibuprofen, and food; some mint ice cream didn’t sound too bad right now. It was her go-to in situations like this because the mint and chocolate was soothing and it didn’t taste bad if it ended up coming back up to say hello.

When she opened her eyes though, she froze and looked around in surprise. Where in the hell was she? This wasn’t the house her parents had bought her. It didn’t look like any of her friends’ houses either. She tried to recall what had happened last night, but was coming up with fuzzy memories at best. The last thing she remembered was getting that one girl off at the game of spin the bottle, and then… nothing.

Was she roofied? It was the most plausible explanation she could think of. It wasn’t like she had drank enough to black out- that just wasn’t like her. Due to her height and fitness, she could general handle her booze really well. Even if she wanted to indulge herself, she was well-aware of her own limits.

So if she was drugged, was she in the place of the person who had done it? The weird thing was that while she seemed to have been dressed in someone else’s clothes, she didn’t have any indications that someone had used her body. She wasn’t sore anywhere other than her feet, and there wasn’t any cum on the clothes she could see on the floor.