senior Class Sex party

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The part takes place at a beach. Soon what seem like a nice party at the beach house will probally turn into an orgy. It takes place after the Prom

My name is Joss
I am a black hansome senior who looking to kick the night of with the bang. I was never wild in school. Played it by the book. Just got good grades and worked out for sports. Now it was the last day don't have to worry about college recruits watching anymore. I walk into the house and say Hi.
 
OOC: Character description

John is an 19 yo senior, who had to repeat his senior year because of legal problems. He is 5' 10" with blonde hair and a Fu-Man-Chu mustache and gotee. He has had plenty of experience with straight sex, although has not dated any of his classmates. He just wants to graduate so he can get on with life.

IC

John dismounts from his bike dirt/street legal, and locks it up tight. He covers it with a tarp, in case of raine and walks to the house with the light and music pouring forth. This must be the party...
 
John

John walked down the path to the front door of the beach house which was wide open. The sound of Gangsta' Rap poured out of the house like pressurized water. He went in the front door and saw only Joss and the bartender. Where was everyone? Was he at the right place?

He casually waved to Joss, grabbed a beer and sat down on the plush couch.
 
Sami

OOC: still have room for more writers?? Sounds like this could be a very fun thread. I can't post daily, but do my best to post as often as I can. I'll check back to see if there is any room left for me. In the meantime.......a brief description.

Sami Walters, recently turned 18, long red hair, curves in all the right places........not petite.......more of a full figured gal. Sami had had her eyes on Joss for quite some time, she had flirted with him on more than one occasion, but he always seemed to be more interested in his books than having a good time. She had heard about this party after the prom and decided that she would go and hang out and see if now that school was over, if she could get Joss's attention.
 
I walk through the part with a drink in my hand. I lay the heat of the night hit my tone body. The smell of the beach is nice.

I spot Sammi. She was known as the smart girl. I never really looked at her but today she looked hot. She had more meat on her bones then the stick figure Cheerleader I'm use to seeing around


I wave to her
 
Sami

I'm sitting in a lounge chair under an umbrella when I spot Joss walking my way. Damn, he has a fine tone body I think to myself. I kinda re-adjust the way I am sitting as he walks by. To my surprise he waves as he is walking closer. I smile at him and wave back. "Hey Joss.........I had no idea that you would be here, how's it going?" I say as he walks closer.
 
"I'm doing good" I say

I sit by you and try not look down your cleavage. Wow you look so hot I can see you cross you legs. I have to close me legs together to hude my arousal.


"I just figure I go here to part...maybe do a little swimming. You wouldnt maybe want to go swimming or dance." I say
 
Sami

I am surprised when Joss takes a seat next to me, pleasanty surprised I might add. I can feel his eyes looking at my ample cleavage, and I see what he sees is having an affect on him as well.

He asks if I would like to go dancing or go for a swim. I look him straight in the eye and say, "Why can't we do both.......you know, dance for a while and then go on into the water to cool off. How does that sound to you Joss?"
 
I pull up in front of the house. The bass from the music playing inside vibrates outside.
Seeing only one car and one other bike I figure there can not be many inside as of yet.
My legs stradle my bike. My feet just touching the ground, but enough to keep my balance.
I turn the engine of my bike off. The music seems even louder now. I let my leathered covered right leg swing over the bike. Standing next to it I look towards the house wondering if I should go in or just take off. I decide to check out whtever party may be going on.
My helmet conceals my whole face. Undoing the the chin strap i lift it off my head. My long blonde hair falls out from inside resting a few inches below my shoulders.
I unzip my leather jacket and let it fall open. The red tank top I have on is one of my favorites. It is clingy and shows just enough cleavage of my 34C breasts.
I walk up the pathway to the front door. My leather pants hugging my 32inch hips and just right for my 26 inch waist. I still have my doubts about going in. I figure if I do not have any fun I will just depart.
I reach for the door. Pressing down on the handel. It is not locked. I open the door and step in. Standing there for a few seconds. Looking around I see a bartender and one guy sitting at the bar. I see another guy talking with the only other woman in the room.
The bartender turns his eyes to me staring at my 5'4" frame . The brighter light from outside silhouettes the black leather covering me.
I close the door behind me and walk towards the bar. The guy sitting there has not taken his eyes off his drink. The bartender watches as I come closer.
I push the door open
 
OOC It's nice to meet some fellow New Englanders. Welcome.

John

John feels the girls presence as she walks up. He couldn't hear her because of the LOUD music. John raises his beer to her, "Welcome".

He has not met this girl before, but appreciates her leathers. "You ride?, John asked pointing out her pants and jacket. "I like the freedom of the open road, it helps me to think. I'll have to act as your host, Joss and Sammi are out back, are you are?"

John noticed that her eyes scanned the almost empty room. "Yeah, small turn-out", he said, "there must be a special running at Dennys".

OOC Yes, a shameless plug for Dennys. A guys gotta eat.
 
I dance againts Her. Her hand feel so warm againts mind. The sound of dance musics play and people start to grind.. I grind close to her griding my crotch againts her with the musics. I spend her around and start danching into her

The heat is turn up so everyone has to sweat. I could feel her nipples againts mind. I wonder if she could feel me under my pants. She have a wonderfull body as I move my hands down her


"You know..nobody out there on the beach. It very little light. We can pretty much do anything we like" I whisper in her ear
 
The only guy sitting at the bar looks up as I take a seat. All I could see at first was his blonde hair. As I ask the bartender for a beer the stranger raises his towards me and says" welcome." I look in his direction and smile.
"Thank you." I am glad to see he is rather good looking. His blonde hair the mustache and gotee. I wondered why I never really seen him at school. Then again I did not spend much time there. I took my tests. Handed in my reports. Kept my grades up so I could graduate.
His eyes still roaming, he asks " Do you ride?"
I let out a little laugh...."Yes I ride. I have been riding since I could hold up my own bike."
As I look around the empty room my stranger continues on talking to me. I let my blue eyes connect with his eyes. " I enjoy riding for the same reason. I love the open road. I love just being able to go when I want to, where I want to."
The party seems to be a bust, but I feel some sort of attraction to my stranger. His voice. His looks. The way he acts. I have to find out more about him.
I hear a couple of voices from the next room. As I look I see another couple dancing very close together. So we are not the only ones here.
My stranger says he will act as my host as he gives the names of the couple in the other room. He read my look of concern as I scanned the empty room.
"Yeah, small turn-out", he said, "there must be a special running at Dennys".
I laugh at his comment and give him a smile.
Nice a sence of humor to.
"There must be something going on. This seems like a pretty nice place and no one is taking advantage of it."
I just about drain my beer as we talked.
Giving my starnger another smile i reach my hand out..." By the way I am Debbie. Debbie Gray. You are?....Or should I just call you My Host?"
 
John

"Call me John", he replied to Debbie, taking her hand in his and kissing it. "Maybe we can go for a ride later", John said smiling. There was no sexual pressure from John, he just wanted to talk with her, be near her.

"Shall we go meet the others?", John asked pointing to the beach. At least it will be quieter out there. John smiled as he took Debbies hand in his.
 
Sami

We begin to dance and it doesn't take him long to start presssing against me and grinding hard. I can see already what he has on his mind. We dance for a while longer when he suggests that we go out on the beach where we could be alone. The way he whispered into my ear was a real turn on........feeling that warm breath and hearing his sexy low voice. "What exactly do you have in mind Joss??" I ask, already knowing the answer.
 
"Well why tell you when I can show you" I say deciding to take a change

I grab her a plant a kiss on her. I slip my tongue in and grab her ass. My cock grind againts her as I suck on her tongue and lips.
She taste so good


"Thinking we could use more privacy. I love your body. Don't want to miss this change. Been looking at you all day. You look like a goddess in that outfit" I say with a smile
 
John

John led Debbie onto the sand. Joss and Sammi were locked in a tight embrace as they slow danced and kissed. The were into each other and did not notice John and Debbie.

John looked into Debbie's clear eyes and asked, "Care to dance?"
 
Tara

Hey, room for any more? I'll join if there is!
Here's my brief character description...

Tara Rose McKinnette is 18 years old, and pure punk. She has straight blood red hair down to her shoulderblades and wears bright purple colored contacts. Her eyebrow, tongue, nose, bellybutton, and ears (5x each) are pierced. She's got a tatoo of a black rose around her bellybutton, a snake across her lower back, and stem of thorns across her upper right arm. Right now she is wearing a black one-strap tank top that is low cut and ripped around the bottom so that it goes to just above her bellybutton. She's wearing black baggy jeans slung low on her hips and black combat boots.
Tara is used to being know as the freak, goth, and punk. She doesn't even know why she decided to come to this party, she doesn't really have any friends. The next day she is going to leave to go backpacking across Europe and has decided she could use one night away from her family and of partying before she leaves.

~*~

Tara turns off the jeep and steps out, shoving her keys in her pocket. She notices the beach and is instantly gravitated toward it. She skips the house and goes to sit next to the water, taking off her boots and dragging her feet in the warm water. She sees the other two couples and decides to just ignore them, they're too wrapped up in each other anyway. She stares out into the water, watching it ripple. Her eyes are clouded with unhappy memories of her years in high school and her home life. She again glances over at the two couples and sighs, for once realizing how lonely and unhappy she really is.
 
Deb

Try #3


My hand slips into your hand. You lift it to your lips. While kissing it you say " Call me John."
" Nice to meet you John." Something in your eyes tells me you are sincere. You are not looking for just one thing and one thing only.


" I would love to go riding with you sometime. It is more fun to ride with a new friend. See new places."

Pointing to the patio and beach you ask if I would like to meet the others. Turning in their direction and then back to you I laugh a little. " I have a feeling they do not want to be disturbed."
"I would like to go out to the beach. It is my favorite place. I love walking and thinking there."

We both refill our beers. You take my hand again a head for the back door.

"John......will you hold my beer for a minute. It is way to warm for these leathers."

I hand you my beer. I slip my jacket off. Then I unzip the sides of my pants, undo the buttons and slip them off. I stand there with my red tank top and a pair of cutoff jeans which are cut rather short. I turn to hang them on the rack by the door. As I turn back to you I notice your gaze on me. I give you another smile and take my beer from you.

You slip your hand into mine again as we walk outside. " Tell me John where do you like to ride?"

We pass the other couple. They never take their eyes off of each other. Their lips pressed together and hips grinding. His hands cupping her ass. I felt the urge to watch.

I feel the surface go from the hard patio to the soft sand of the beach. Looking up to you as we talk. Then you ask " Would you like to dance."

Giving you another smile " I am not very good at it...but yes...I would like that."


You place one arm over my shoulder your hand resting on my back. Your other hand slips around my waist. I place both arms around your waist. We move with the music. Our bodies not pressed together but close enough to feel you brushing against me. Looking up to your eyes smiling " You dance pretty well John."
You smile back at me. I become lost in the moment. My hand, almost on its own begins to move along the small of your back. I rest my face on your chest. I like how it feels.

The music changes to a fast song. We dance to a couple of those. Then we stop to take the rest of our beer. The warm air and the dancing has created a shimmer of dampness on my skin.
" The music sounds much better out here."

" John? Would you mind if we walked the beach some?"
 
Nate

Room for one more?:)

Nate's actually not in high school, but he's on the beach the night of the party. He drives his pickup truck right onto the beachup a hundred yards or so from the other handful of people gathered and starts a bonfire. There's nothing like fire, booze, and the crashing surf to help him relax when the whole world's against him. Still in his workclothes, he takes off his shirt, revealing a tattoo of an anhk on his chest and one of a wizard on his back, and cracks his first miller lite. "This apprenticeship is bullshit."He thinks to himself. "5 years of being pushed around by a bunch of idiots that don't deserve more than minimum wage, and only half way through." He shakes his head, and realizes he already killed the first beer. He grabs another out of the cooler and cracks up the Iron Maiden cd he has playing in the truck.
 
John

John loved dancing with Debbie. She said she was not vey good at it, but she floated in his arms like an angel. However, her attire was totally different. Once she took her leathers off, she stood tall in a red tank-top and cut-off jean shorts. She was a develish vision and good enough to eat. John felt his erection flowering, but didn't bother to hide it.

Debbie asked me where I liked to ride. "Anywhere quiet, beautiful and without people.", he replied. "A virgin beach, a lost secondary road leading up to the blue, untouched skyline, I heard Hwy 101 is really nice too."

I held Debbie's hand so tight in mine. She asked, " John? Would you mind if we walked the beach some?". I replied, "I would love to walk with you, anywhere. I smiled and drew her beauty in as one takes a breath of sweet air.

As they walk slowly along the beach, they come upon Tara walking in the surf. It was amazing that she had come to a party like this. She looked so lonely and downcast.
 
Tara

Tara stands up and brushes the sand off her butt. Still barefoot, she decides to walk up the beach, away from the fire. She shivers at the light breeze and hugs herself tightly. A little further up, she sees a guy standing next to a truck and hears Iron Maiden, her favorite band, playing. She smiles to herself as she sees he is shirtless and tatooed. Hitching her thumbs in the side belt loops of her jeans, she walks up to the guy. "Hey," she says, not looking at him, but at her toes which are buried in the sand.
 
Nate

Oh! Hey! Sorry, I didn't hear you sneak up on me. I like my music a little loud, kinda takes the edge off. You like maiden? You want a beer or something? Not having fun at your little high school party? Well, there's some snacks in the bed of the truck if you want, you can chill here with me if you want, butI just came to get away I'm not the party type if thats what you're looking for.
 
Tara

Tara sighs, taking a beer and opening it, taking a big gulp. "My little high school party consists of four couples making out. I don't even know why the hell I came. I'm leaving tomorrow, I shouldn't have come to look back." she takes another sip of the beer. "You should never look back, that's my philosophy." she smiles up at him. "I'm Tara. What's your name?" she flops down on the sand and looks up at the sky.
 
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