Lesbian House Party Novels & Stories

And this is how, she convinced me to go to Isla's party. Isla's party was yet another frat house party style, in which she was literally showing that she was capable of throwing money around like a heap of shit. The house was fully stocked with pizzas and burgers, and more expensive drinks that people ever drank in parties. The fridge was stocked with brownies, which contained more weed than something that would keep you sane for a weekend.

he murmured. Easier said than done. We pushed deeper into the crowd. Every step felt like stepping further into a world without rules. Beer pong in one corner, a strip game starting in another. Moans floated faintly from the hallway. A girl brushed past me, lipstick smeared, bra strap falling, laughing like she didn’t care. I swallowed hard. This was no high school party. This was wild, unchained, dangerous. And Jaxon? He was right at home. The deeper we went into the lake house, the hotter it felt. Sweat, perfume, smoke — all of it clung to the air. The bass rattled the walls, and people were lost in their own little worlds.

Amber and Lisa poured themselves some drinks and wandered the party, meeting with friends and making small talk, admiring the decor. The host, which she was guessing was Pete made sure to go all-out with his party decorations. The Sangria was held in a giant cauldron-shaped pot, the cheese dip had been molded into the shape of a Penis, and even the hors d’oeuvres looked like something she didn’t even want to try and figure out. It was now clear to her. It was a sex-themed party. Outside, people dove into the heated pool and played drinking games at the several tables set up to host beer pong. The DJ played on the pavilion, wearing a bright red suit and dick horns. The backyard was large, wit

as an excuse to keep me from associating with anyone. What’s worse is that Stella and Lycan Zephyr wouldn’t be home until they decided to return. “At least at this party, I can show you how they manipulate or lure Omegas into their Den.” I frowned in confusion. “But I thought you said that kind of party was on Saturday? It’s only Wednesday. Maybe this one is just a regular party.” She scoffed. “It’s not regular at all. One thing about them is they can’t afford to miss their chances. Take my roommate, for example. She’s an Omega and went to the Hush party with me…”

and worse yet, had been rejected. Over the next week, family arrived, and the bachelorette party was so tame that it was totally lame, since it had been organized by her sister, who had to run everything by their mother. Lara whispered to Jennifer that if she were planning it, they would spend the evening at Le Chateau Club, which Jennifer knew was a lesbian club. Jennifer said, "Oh my God, thank God you are not planning it." Lara, back in flirt mode, teased, "Oh, you would be screaming 'Oh my God.'"

He would laugh his ass off and tease me for not being able to manage a little she-wolf. “Aleks,” he gasped exaggeratedly. “Don’t tell me you are afraid that she is too pretty and would be targeted by other he-wolves… and she-wolves.” He then gave me a wink and teased. There were many openly gays, lesbians, and bisexuals in the underworld, it wouldn't be a wonder if my mate could attract lesbians and bisexuals at today’s party. I was about to retort to him, but my mate opened her mouth first. “I would even wear a blindfold so that I wouldn't have to see your ugly faces,” she spat the words coldly.

The house was simply luxurious with huge glass doors and walls. There were patio heaters around, some standing stainless steel heaters that ran on propane, lounge chairs arranged to the sides with blankets, another corner was decorated with booze and also a round wooden table with at least fifteen chairs stood at one corner with a chess board and some other games and a DJ crew had been invited and fresh towels lay on a table for people who would want to take a deep in the water. A party was the last place she wanted to be but her friends would have none of it. They disappeared one after another once they touched the ground.

It’s not like I have a purpose to endure more time here than needed. Leon leaned in. “If you’re not busy, we’re heading to our lake house soon for an after-party. About ten minutes away. It’ll be nice to have a new face around,” he glanced at Wayne. I hated parties. Hadn’t been to one since my high school years. There was never a point. It was always the same: get drunk enough to lose your way, ending up somewhere unknown. Females drooling, males circling. No control, just a sea of raw impulse. Not to mention, there’s always something bound to happen—drama, fights, crying. Yeah, no thanks, I’ll pass.

Trust me when I say, inside was louder and chaotic, music was blasting from a speaker in the corner, glasses clinked, heels clicked against the floor, a lot of hot crazy bitches half naked, shaking their boots every corner of the house. Practically, everyone was half gone with drink. We could barely hear ourselves, nobody was having full conversations, just quick jokes, loud reactions and random bro slangs thrown around. “Dude, I hope we make it out of here alive,” Mia yelled into my ears. What was Liam trying to achieve by throwing this kind of party, and are all these sluts his friends? Before I could see through the crowd, I felt a hand around my waist, and with no doubt I knew who it