The Card Game II

The library closed early on Thursday. Jake and I still had half a chapter left for the group project in psych class. We walked back to my apartment with the same stack of textbooks he always carried. 

“Your notes are better than mine,” he said, dropping the bag on my kitchen table. “If I fail this, my dad splits the rent money.” 

I laughed softly. We sat down and opened the books. Jake leaned close while we worked. After a while he stopped writing and looked at me. “You were so sweet last time,” he said in a low voice. “But you’re a slut who needs more than one cock. You already know it.”

I felt my face get warm. He had whispered those exact words against my ear when he fucked me. I still remembered how it felt. Jake smiled. “There’s a party tomorrow night at the blue house on Maple Street. Starts at nine. Come. My hockey friends will be there. You’ll like them.”

I should have refused. Instead I nodded. Friday moved too slowly. I finished my shift at the campus café, showered, and pulled on a black jeans trousers and a simple white top that clung to my body. The walk to Maple Street felt longer than usual.

Music poured from the open windows of the blue house. The front door stood wide open, letting the bass and the sound of laughter spill onto the porch. I stepped inside and glanced around the crowded living room. Bodies packed the space, red cups in every hand.

Jake waved me over. Four tall guys stood with him near a billiard table. They all looked strong from hockey practice. “This is Lena,” Jake said. “Lena, meet the boys. Tyler, Marcus, Chris, and Devon.”

Tyler had short dark hair and a sharp jaw. Marcus was the biggest, with wide shoulders. Chris grinned a lot. Devon had lighter hair and calm eyes. All of them wore casual shirts and jeans. They looked hot and sexy under the dim lights. They played billiards. The balls clicked across the green table. I watched them lean over the table, muscles moving under their clothes. Jake handed me a hot drink first. The drink tasted sweet and strong. Then the shots started.  

Marcus poured whiskey into small glasses. “Come on, Lena. One with us.”  

I took the first shot. It burned going down. Jake stood beside me and rubbed my back.  

“Another,” Chris said, smiling. “You look like you can handle it.”  

I drank the second. Then the third. By the fourth shot my head felt light and warm. The fifth one went down easier. Jake kept nodding and saying it was fine. The guys laughed and cheered each time I finished one. After six shots total I felt loose and happy. The room spun a little in a good way.

We stayed by the table a while longer. The guys took turns shooting the balls. Every time one of them walked past me he brushed my arm or hip. Jake stayed close. He whispered that they all thought I looked good.  

Later Jake spoke up. “Let’s go somewhere quieter.”  

The five of us left the main room. We walked down a short hall to a back storage area with old couches and dim lamps. The music was still loud but farther away. Jake closed the door behind us. Tyler kissed me first. His mouth was firm. Marcus stood behind me and put his hands on my waist. Chris and Devon watched while Jake pulled my top up. Cool air touched my skin.  

Jake cupped my boobs with both hands. He squeezed them and rubbed his thumbs over my nipples until they got hard. Marcus reached around and did the same from behind, pressing and lifting them. I moaned. “Yesss…like that.” Tyler kept kissing me while the others touched.  

Chris unbuttoned my jeans. He pushed them down along with my underwear. He slid his hand between my legs from the front. His fingers found my pussy. It was already wet. He rubbed slow circles on my clit and then pushed two fingers inside. I pushed back against his hand.

Devon stepped closer and opened his pants. His cock was thick and hard. I reached out and wrapped my fingers around it. I stroked up and down. Then I bent a little and took it in my mouth. I sucked the head and moved my lips down the shaft. Devon put a hand on my hair and let out a low sound. “Fuck, Lena's a whore, she's so good”

Marcus spanked my ass once, then rubbed the spot. Chris kept working my pussy with his fingers, curling them inside me. I sucked Devon harder and used my hand on the base of his cock at the same time. Tyler pulled his own cock out. When I lifted my head from Devon, Tyler guided my mouth to him. I sucked him next, tasting the salt on his skin. My hand stayed on Devon’s cock, pressing and stroking.  

Chris moved behind me. He bent me forward a little more. I felt the head of his cock rub against my wet pussy. He pushed in slow. I was tight but ready. He filled me and started thrusting. Each push made me moan around Tyler’s cock. Yes…baby, harder…” I whimpered. Marcus took over on my boobs, holding them from below and squeezing while Chris fucked me.

“More,” I said. My voice was loud. “Please, more.”

“You're slut, aren't you?”, Chris said 

Chris fucked me harder. The sound of his skin hitting my ass filled the room. I reached for Marcus’s cock and stroked it while he kept handling my boobs. Devon stepped in front again and I sucked him once more.  

They switched places without talking much. Devon took Chris’s place and slid into my pussy. He was thicker. I gasped and pushed back. Tyler and Jake took turns letting me suck them. I pressed their cocks against my tongue and lips. Devon thrust deep. My legs shook. I screamed for more right away. He gave it to me.  

When Devon pulled out, Marcus took his turn. Then Tyler. They kept me full. Every time one of them finished thrusting, another took over. My pussy stayed wet and open for them. I sucked whoever stood in front of me. I stroked the ones who waited.  

We stayed there for a few minutes catching our breath. Devon stood first and pulled his jeans back on. “You all right, Lena?”

I nodded. The music from the party still played in the distance. The others got dressed quietly and left the room. Jake stayed behind. He helped me find my clothes and waited while I fixed my hair in the small mirror above the dresser.

I walked out of the blue house later. Outside, the night air cooled my flushed skin. My legs still trembled when I started walking. I went home alone, climbed the stairs and locked my door. I went straight into the bathroom and stood under the shower until the water ran cold. Afterwards I pulled on an old shirt, and fell into a heavy sleep.

Jake had been right from the start. I needed it. And the semester had only just begun.