Lesbian House Party Novels & Stories

said Eli with a wry smile. “I can’t wait,” replied Lewis, full of sarcasm. “When is the party?” Lorenzo asked. “Saturday night. It’s at the Apollo Bar in the city.” “It’s off pack territory? Why didn’t I know about this?” “I didn’t think I needed your permission to go to a party? Lewis and Drew know, they’re both going with me.” She looked over at Drew. “Well, they were going. I’m guessing you’re not going to feel like partying now though?”

“Knew you’d ask.” She let me stew until the end of the day. Then, as I drove her home, she finally spilled. “It’s called The Velvet Room. A groupie party. No discrimination, no judgment, no shame. Just pure indulgence. You walk in, and it’s bodies everywhere—men, women, couples, strangers. People sucking, fucking, touching. Some in masks, some bare-faced, all hungry.” “The rule,” she continued, her voice dropping into a low purr, “is simple. You do what you want, with who you want. No questions, no labels, no guilt. Just pleasure. Pure, filthy pleasure.”

I walked in and saw the other two females preparing to serve drinks. Everybody worked like robots here. There was no will to loosen up, even if there was it quickly fizzled out with the amount of work we had to do. House parties with the nobles were the most depraved places anyone could be. The slaves and servants had the brunt of it. They would have sex with them, if they wanted to. And if they refused, they would get a beating. During such house parties, many slaves would genuinely eat food to give them bad breath, cover every ounce of skin, or just refuse to bathe for weeks prior.

They laugh, they cheer, and that's what they call party. Angela lost all sense of self-respect. When she a beautiful woman dancing in the middle, she grabbed her. Their lips locked into a hot sensual kiss. Even men in the party cheered. The woman she kissed was a lesbian, and she was all game. When Angela finished kissing the woman, she dragged her into one of the rooms and continued their torrid kisses. Not ten minutes later, people who passed by the room cheered when they heard two women moaning loudly from inside of the room. The moans, groans, and screams of pleasure lasted for three hours. And when they're done, Angela just left the woman and went back to the party.

I knew I was kind of being a bitch but realistically it wasn't any of her business and I don't kiss and tell. "Hey Teagan." Hallie whispered over to me I whispered back "Hey Hallie, why are we whispering." "My older sister is throwing a party at her off campus house if you wanna come." "A party?" I had never in my entire life attended a single party and they had always kinda seemed pointless to me anyway. I mean who wants to get ducked up and do embarrassing shit in front of a bunch of strangers? I must say the idea of at least just stopping in and seeing what a party was actually like did intrigue me.

I asked if wanting to check if she'd lie to me about attending a party. “No, I actually left the shop early because my friend and business partner invited me to a party,” she replied in less than a heartbeat and my mouth formed an O. She didn't lie. I started to reply to her but she beat me to it. “The party was held at D. Hotel and it's one of the biggest and finest hotels in the city. People say that the hotel is owned by the richest werewolf family in the city. The Hillson family,” she met my eyes as she said my family name out loud and I kept my expression as blank as possible.

Their relationship was blessed by both families. Amora was attending her bachelorette party, organized by her college friends. The party was held in an exclusive, private lounge at a luxurious five-star hotel. The sound of pounding music and singing enlivened the small party in the room. Two young women, already drunk, were dancing on the table, while two others were busy cheering and clapping. Amora Lysander shook her head slightly and laughed at the antics of her peers. She turned to Chelsea and clinked her crystal glass of red wine against Chelsea's glass.

She pointed at Trisi, who was sitting closest to her. "Ugh! Dream birthday party? Definitely a yacht party!" Trisi said without hesitation. "Party all night with endless lobster on deck!" she added, making all of us crack up. I nodded, easily picturing her idea of a perfect night. It did sound amazing — but definitely not for me. I still hadn’t mastered swimming, and honestly, just thinking about being stuck on a boat gave me chills. The Titanic would haunt me the whole night. "Well, mine..." Moana began, "would definitely be a queer party — bringing together amazing women from the queer community all over the world. It would be the best day of my life."

They even showed each other their hymens one night, giggling like they were inspecting some forbidden treasure. After a month on campus, they started seeing signs taped to walls and bathroom stalls that read “W n T Saturday Night 8pm till” along with an address. Everyone whispered about it. Eventually they learned that it was a recurring party hosted by Delta Orion, a fraternity of all black men. The initials W n T meant White and Tight. Only white women were allowed inside. Marin and Tessa laughed about what their southern neighbors would say if they knew the girls were considering a party like that.

Everyone else was unaffected. But the burning and the suffocation left me no strength to explain. Liam stared down at me, his voice ice-cold. "Vera, this is Rain's celebration, not your stage. Get up. Now. otherwise… " I was in too much pain to even hear the rest. My face contorted. The wolves watched me with open disgust as I lay curled on the ground. "She's not giving up the act. Liam, teach her a lesson. You're the Beta — how can you let her ruin the party, slander Rain, and humiliate herself like this?"