Lesbian House Party Novels & Stories

At first, he paid no attention to it but it began to seriously get annoying and he wondered why he hadn’t gone nuts yet. Daniel, Jake and Tomiwa arrived at Sharon’s house dressed for the party. The house was what you could call a mansion. It was quite big and spacious with a small garden, a play ground and what else could complete the typical rich man’s house if not a swimming pool. Lots of people had arrived and there was a loud speaker with a DJ mixing beats. “Wow.” Jake said in awe as he looked around the house. “This girl is freaking loaded.” “ Tell me about it." Tomiwa whistled clinging to his arm. “It feels like heaven here.”

To block your period and stop your eggs from getting mature they do not want a pregnant woman in their hands neither do they want a girl flowing with blood with their drugs" "Pregnant how is that possible we are all women" "Most people here are lesbians but just as we have our underground house the makes also have theirs its somewhere around but I know nothing of it, we all donf know much about it justa n assumption but the boys will be here tonight,

The fact that they had been so eager to get their daughter married to a stranger who wasn’t even her mate, was still baffling to me. “Really? I want to hear everything_” someone interrupted him in the background, cutting him off. “Listen, Lark, there is a party tonight at the Lakewood lounge, come around. It’s VIP.” By the moon! Whenever Uri talked about a VIP party, I knew it was going to be lit, and would not end well, even if it was going to be enjoyable. Our parent’s had been distraught the last time, when we had gotten arrested after fighting. It had been Uri’s fault anyway.

But Lisa would like a house near the mountain for trees were more enjoyable than seawater. Lisa went straight to Hallie's room lead by a waitress, Hallie looked incredibly sexy in a white evening gown. And the makeup artist had been putting makeup on her, Lisa praised her dress and the house. They talked for a while when the sun went down, and Henry came to say the party was ready to begin.

The lake house was already loud by the time we got there, string lights strung across the yard, music thumping from somewhere inside, half the campus spilling out onto the deck with cups in hand. We’d barely made it through the front gate when Octavia, Gabriela, and Jessica peeled off from a cluster near the drinks table and cut us off. “It’s a party, Zuri,” Gabriela said, looking me up and down, “not a church revival.” “She looks like somebody’s grandma,” Octavia said, and the three of them laughed together, that same practiced, ugly sound. “Watch it.” Mira stepped forward before I could say anything. Gabriela’s eyes slid over to her, unimpressed. “And who the hell are you?”

“You seem shocked.” I blinked. Closed my mouth. “I… no. I’m fine.” She stepped closer. “Don’t act stupid. Even if you are. Stop embarrassing yourself.” I smiled quick. “No problem. You’re all beautiful girls. I’m just wondering if there’s a lesbian-only strip club.” Angel chuckled. Deep. Throaty. “We do everything here. Down to orgies. Threesomes. We have a BDSM room in the basement. Chains. Whips. Private shows. Whatever pays.”

“And stop looking like somebody died. You’re pregnant, not cursed.” The next evening, Vanessa and I drove out to the lake house party hosted by a group of Alpha boys who spent too much money trying to impress each other with alcohol and speakers big enough to shake the dock. Music pounded across the wooden deck overlooking the lake while groups of young wolves crowded around patio heaters with drinks balanced in their hands. People shouted over each other near the railing, and somebody had already jumped into the water fully clothed. Vanessa grabbed two beers from a cooler near the entrance before I stopped her.

The woman eventually won the argument and I could see how fucking pissed Benjie was. They began playing some house music and I felt very at home. I almost felt like I never left Birmington at all except this was a very lavish first party. I’ve been to a lot of house parties but I was never inside a house this detailed and hugely expensive. If this was Ysabella and Yoseff’s house, I almost couldn’t imagine how big Reggie’s house would be. “How are you doing?” A girl with a high ponytail approached me fifteen minutes after we began preparing for the party. They already had the food and booze prepared on one table.

Emily might be on to another woman crush by next week, who knows? Jane brushed a strand of hair from Lucy's face, which never failed to make Lucy blushed. They smiled at each other again. "Sorry we're late!" Emily burst out into the room. Heather had a load of books in her arms. "What do you have with you?" Jane asked. "And please don't tell me it's one of the lesbian pulp fictions again." "But Odd Girl Out was so good!" Emily protested. Lately, the former president of Loser Club had been digging into the genre a bit too deep.

The warehouse party pulsed with life downtown, far from the polished ice of the arena. Converted from an old industrial space, the venue had soaring ceilings strung with colorful LED strips and projection mapping that splashed vibrant queer art across brick walls. Bass-heavy music thrummed through the air, deep techno mixed with groovy house, while bodies moved on the makeshift dance floor. Modular lounge pods offered quieter corners for conversation, and the scent of sweat, cologne, and sweet cocktails hung heavy.