“Oh, of course, you can,” she says with a beaming smile, stepping back out of our way and inviting us in, probably thinking a move like this is going to shoot her to international stardom status among her group of friends.
Tyson glances across to me with a wide smile and to anyone else, it would appear excited, but to me, it looks like nothing but mischief and I couldn’t be more ready. Lauren leads us into her home and the further we get, the louder the laughter and squeals become.
We step into a large theater room to find a group of at least fifteen chicks sitting around. There’s a movie on in the background but no one seems to be watching it. They’re all chatting among themselves, sitting in what seems to be pajamas and to be honest, I can’t say I’ve ever seen chicks like this. Usually, when I’m around they’ve dressed the fuck up in tiny skirts and their tits hanging out. They are usually wearing a lot of makeup and I don’t know how they do it, but the way they gloss their lips always gets my full attention and has me imagining exactly what they could be doing with them.
A smirk spreads over Lauren’s face as she strides deeper into the room. She sways her hips with pride and glances over her shoulder at the two of us before turning back to her friends. “Hey, guys,” she says with purpose, instantly gaining their attention. “Look who I found wandering around.”
All eyes fly to us and there’s a mix of excited gasps, squeals, and horrified screams. Three girls who have some sort of green shit smothered over their faces fly to their feet and run out of the back exit of the room while another two hurry out behind them, most likely due to the fact that they’re in their old, worn pajamas.
The rest of the girls loiter around, clearly a little harder to embarrass. They’re also in pajamas, though these ones don’t seem quite so humiliating. They’re sexy in silk and it’s damn clear that most of these girls aren’t wearing a bra with their tits perfectly visible through their flimsy tops.
Interest and seduction flashes in each of their eyes and they’re quick to move in on us as it becomes a fight to the death over who’s going to be the lucky ones to get us into bed. Though while that’s usually my end game, there’s a long way to go before I’ll be picking a girl to spend the night with.
I put my arms over two of the girls’ shoulder and they start with their usual giggles and flirting while Tyson is dragged by the front of his shirt into the room and pushed down onto one of the theater chairs. We’re offered a drink and as a bottle of Vodka goes around, they all begin to get loose.
For a moment, I wonder if Tyson and I are going to go tag-team in an orgy and as I look over at him, I see the same thoughts reflected in his eyes. He’s down. It’s not like we haven’t participated side by side before, but taking on this many chicks at once…I’m down for the challenge. If only we didn’t already invite the whole fucking junior grade.
Right on cue, the doorbell sounds throughout the house but the people waiting on the other side don’t wait for their call to be answered. The sound of multiple people pouring through the door drowns out every other noise in the house and within seconds, it’s a party.
Lauren’s eyes go wide, wondering what the fuck is going on. “Hope you don’t mind,” Tyson grins. “We invited a few friends.”
Chapter 2
Jesse
The party is in full swing and I have to admit, I feel a little sorry for Lauren. She’s been running around, fretting that her home is going to get ruined when she should be relaxing and enjoying herself. It’s not often that one of the famous Ryder brothers hosts a party in your home, in fact, I can guarantee that it won’t happen again. I don’t make a habit of repeating myself.
I make my way around the house, squishing through the hundreds of bodies crammed into the huge house and the fact that it’s so cramped in here speaks volumes as to just how big this thing has gotten. There’s damn sure more than just the junior grade here, the majority of the seniors have shown up and I’m pretty sure I’ve seen a few of the Haven Falls kids getting around.
I squeeze my way through the open living room, grinning down at a girl who places her hand against my chest. She’s fucking beautiful. “What’s your name?” I ask, stopping myself to pay her just a bit of attention to gauge if she’s going to be the one for tonight.