TITLE    : Torn Ch. 04
STORYID  : torn-ch-04
SUMMARY  : Damon goes to a club with a bunch of cheerleaders.
AUTHOR   : DoctorDetroit@lit
DATE     : 2025-09-05
CATEGORY : taboo-sex-stories
FLAGS    : h
TAGS     : |sister brother|brother sister|cunnilingus|fingering|girl on girl|hand job|cum on face|pussy eating|cheerleader|


Torn

Chapter 04

All Characters 18 

The wall of noise hit me like a sledgehammer as I stepped through the door onto what appeared to be an utterly packed dance floor. Dark purple neon lights hung interspersed from the ceiling alongside a bunch of colored dance lights and strobes. Together with the heavy techno vibe, they created a dark, almost trance-like atmosphere.

I was unable to see exactly how far the dance floor reached, but the entire room must have been huge. Hundreds of people were crunched together like sardines as they stumbled about in something that could only be described as mandatory group dancing. I wasn't exactly looking forward to trying to worm my way through the crowd.

Before I could say anything, Stacey grabbed my arm and dragged me along with her as she hugged the wall closely, moving straight towards a large bar that took up most of that side of the room. The area around the bar didn't look any less packed than the dance floor itself, and I guessed she wanted to get a drink. I was a bit surprised when Stacey casually flipped open the countertop and moved behind the bar without hesitation.

I kept looking around nervously as she pulled me along, worried someone was going to notice us any second and we'd be in trouble, but nobody did. Stacey threw friendly smiles at several of the bartenders, who--despite busting their asses to keep up with the demand for drinks--all waved back or even gave her a kiss on the cheek as she walked by.

I wondered how she got to be on such friendly terms with the waitstaff, and why she was allowed to park where she did. Maybe she was dating the guy who owned the place? If so, he was one lucky son of a bitch.

We moved out from behind the bar through another countertop at the other end, then proceeded to hug the wall again until we eventually arrived at a large spiral staircase. It was big enough that it could easily fit four people side by side, but the place was so packed that there was still a line forming.

"What do you think?" Stacey asked, talking loudly in my ear to rise over the noise of the music as we joined the back of the line.

"It's pretty cool," I replied with a nod. It wasn't really my scene, but there didn't seem to be any point in telling her that.

Stacey gave me a little wink, then she focused her attention on descending the staircase, which couldn't have been easy on her high heels. A group of loud, obnoxious assholes came up the stairs as we went down, taking their sweet time in checking Stacey out. One big shithead also deliberately bumped into me, obviously looking for a fight, but I ignored him. I didn't want Stacey to get a bad impression of me.

As we reached the lower floor, I stared in amazement at the sheer size of the place. It was an easy two hundred feet from the back to the front, with a division about halfway in between. The front half of the room was about ten feet lower than the back, though I couldn't really see any difference in purpose between the two. Spacious booths were everywhere along the walls, and tables took up most of the rest of the floor space. The lights in this area--both the ones above the booths and tables, as well as the purple neon lighting on the walls and ceiling--were fairly dim, creating a nice, cozy atmosphere.

About a dozen massive pillars supported the floor above us, with groups of people clustered about every single one of them. Like the dance floor upstairs, the lower floor was absolutely packed. Every table and booth was taken, and small groups of people were standing wherever they could as they talked, laughed, and drank. I was glad I'd worn some decent clothes as pretty much everyone I saw was dressed to impress. I also noticed that my sister's earlier comment about the club being packed with hot girls had been spot on; no matter where I looked, there were always at least one or two girls who were smoking hot and were dressed provocatively. I quickly began to revise my initial opinion of the place.

Stacey squeezed and wormed her way through the crowd, and I struggled to keep up with her. It wasn't an easy thing to do, considering she was about half a foot shorter than I was, and people in general gave way a lot more easily for a hot girl than for a guy. We eventually made it over to the large, U-shaped, mahogany bar, which was illuminated by bright halogen lights. It almost seemed like an island of light in the otherwise fairly dark club.

Stacey waved at one of the bartenders, and he immediately came over and leaned across the bar to kiss her on the cheek. "Hi, baby," he said with a huge smile. He looked to be in his mid-twenties, with a very definite Mediterranean complexion. I realized that while the music was still loud in this area, it wasn't to the extent that people had to shout to be heard.

"Hey, Gino!" Stacey said happily. "This is a new friend of mine. Damon, this is Gino. Gino, Damon."

"Good to meet you, Damon," Gino said with a friendly look as he offered his hand. He definitely had an accent, which I guessed to be Italian.

"Hey, Gino, nice to meet you too," I nodded, shaking his hand.

"He's here with me, so take care of him, okay?" Stacey said.

"Of course, mi bella!" Gino grinned.

Stacey gave him a flirty smile. "Tease! Did you see Kelsey and Amanda?"

"Sì, a few minutes ago. They went to your table."

"Did they get something to drink already?"

"Not from me. Maybe Bobby made them something?"

Stacey rolled her eyes at him. "Will you stop it with that silly accent already?"

"Aw, you don't like it anymore, honey?" Gino asked in perfect American.

She grinned. "Some other time, okay?"

"Of course, baby. Anything for you, you know that," he said with a sly wink.

"Sure. Can you get us a round of our usual cocktails, and... what do you want, Damon?"

"Orange juice is fine, thanks."

"What kind of vodka do you want?" Gino asked as he started preparing what looked to be a dozen cocktails.

I laughed for a second until I realized he wasn't joking. "Eh, I'm not old enough to drink."

Stacey smiled. "None of us are, but you don't have to worry about that. Do you want a beer, or something stronger maybe?"

"I think just OJ will be good, actually," I said hesitantly.

"Awww, come on, party a little!" Stacey said with a cute little half-pout.

"Leave him alone, Stacey," Gino grinned. "If he just wants OJ, I'll get him just an OJ."

"Damon, come on, we're all having drinks. Please?" Stacey said as she unleashed a devastating smile on me.

"Alright, I guess I'll have a beer," I said, finally giving in.

"Which one?" Gino asked. "I've got Bud Light, Corona, Sam Adams, Fat Tire, Heineken, Amstel, Duvel, Fosters, Grimbergen, Dom Ko--"

"Whatever's good, Gino," I interrupted him. "You're the bartender. Figure something out for me."

"You got it, kid." Gino nodded. He tossed a bottle in the air and caught it upside down, pouring triple sec into a cocktail mixer.

"Have you seen Roger?" Stacey asked him after a few seconds.

"Uh-huh. He's in the basement with the fire marshal," Gino said as he vigorously shook the mixer.

"The fire marshal? Again?"

"Yeah, there's some kind of wiring problem, apparently. They're going over it right now."

"Okay, I'll talk to him later then. Can you get these to our table?"

"Sure thing, babe." Gino smiled.

"Thanks, sweetie!" she said with a wave as she walked off around the back of the bar.

"I guess I'll see ya, Gino," I said.

"Yeah, you better not keep her waiting. Believe me, she doesn't like that," Gino said pointedly, a large grin on his face.

I returned his grin, then quickly followed Stacey. She made her way over to a cordoned-off section near the back corner of the club. It seemed to be sort of a VIP area, with luxury leather seats in the booths and plush carpet on the floor. It appeared only a few of the booths were occupied, but with the lighting in this area even dimmer than it was in the rest of the club, it was hard to say for sure.

A security guy in a sharp suit was stationed near the entrance to the VIP area, and he nodded at Stacey as we approached. She made sure the guard knew I was to be allowed in and out of the area without question, and he simply nodded again. He didn't seem to be the talkative type. I was amazed he didn't grunt at her.

A waiter who seemed to be about my age walked by as Stacey talked to the guard, and his eyes practically fell out of their sockets as he stared at Stacey's tits in her very revealing halter top. He briefly flicked his eyes towards me, and I gave him a knowing smile. I'd done my share of ogling Stacey's tits as we'd walked through the club.

Stacey just grinned at the kid, then led me into the VIP lounge, taking her time to say hi to a few of the guests at some of the other booths. I was quite surprised at how many people she seemed to know; there didn't appear to be anyone in the club who didn't recognize her. After she'd talked with a woman in her mid-forties for a few moments, we finally came to a large, round booth in the farthest corner. Amanda and Kelsey were already there, along with what appeared to be pretty much the rest of my sister's cheerleading squad. All the girls were hugging and kissing each other, apparently having just arrived themselves.

I stared in awe at the sight of so many hot girls. Most of them wore pretty revealing clothes, though they were all outclassed by Amanda and my sister; a fact which was teasingly mentioned several times by the other girls.

"Hey girls!" Stacey said happily as she arrived at the table to a chorus of repeated hello's and hi's.

"You found him!" Amanda said, giving me a fond smile.

"Yeah, the poor guy was lost, so I figured I'd better return him to his sister. I asked if he wanted me to hold his hand, but he insisted on walking by himself," Stacey teased. Several of the girls giggled, and I felt myself flush a little.

Kelsey walked over to me and took me a few steps away from the table, then gave me a big hug. Her tight body was amazingly warm against mine, and I felt some strange feelings coursing through me. Her very revealing outfit wasn't really helping any either, nor were her firm breasts which poked against my upper abdomen.

"Hey doofus," Kelsey said, smiling up at me.

"Hey sis. Sorry I got lost," I joked.

"It's okay, the nice lady found you and brought you back. I'm glad you're here now!" she grinned.

"Have I told you how sexy you look in that outfit?"

Kelsey's smile lit up the entire building. "Awww, thank you!"

"You're welcome. I will of course kill any guy who so much as even looks at you while you're wearing this," I swore solemnly.

She giggled loudly, then shrugged. "Please, no one will be looking at me. Have you seen how absurdly hot Amanda looks in that outfit of hers?"

I gazed past my sister and locked my eyes on the gorgeous blonde. I had seen part of Amanda's outfit in the car, particularly the black bra and fishnet top, but I couldn't very well admit to my sister that I had been eagerly ogling the two of them.

I sighed as my eyes drank in the sight of my sister's hot friend. The white fishnet top was obviously very see-through, but Amanda had apparently decided not to follow my sister's advice to just wear a bra underneath. Instead, she was wearing a black tube top which looked just like a bra except it had no straps. Her perfect breasts stood out noticeably in the fabric, curving it enticingly. The fishnet top came to about halfway down her midsection, leaving a large part of her tummy bare. Her tummy was magnificent: toned and slim with not a single gram of fat or any blemish to be seen anywhere.

She also wore a little black micro skirt that came to just below the curve of her ass, which she had accessorized with a gold enamel belt. The skirt had splits on both sides, which caused it to move around in a maddeningly erotic way, and I kept imagining seeing brief glimpses of the treasure it so barely covered. Amanda's long, smooth legs were bare and just as wonderfully toned as her tummy, and the package was finished off with a set of high heels that made her pose look extra perky.

I stood with my mouth wide open, absolutely dumbfounded. I was amazed that she had the courage to wear this in public, and at the same time, I was stunned that she pulled the look off so well. She was magnificent!

Kelsey stood quietly beside me, content to let me marvel at the sight of her best friend. After a while, however, she apparently got impatient and poked me in the side with her finger.

"Hey!" I said, startled.

"Just checking to make sure you hadn't died on the spot from drooling over her."

"Sorry," I mumbled apologetically.

"Sorry for what? For looking at her? You're a teenage guy, I'd be concerned about you if you weren't looking at her! So what do you think?"

"About what?"

"About her, doofus!"

"Jesus, she's so gorgeous," I breathed softly.

Kelsey nodded in agreement. "Yup. That's why I don't have to worry about being harassed by guys when she's around. They all go straight to her."

"Oh, whatever, Kel! You're just as smoking hot as she is! Like any sane guy is going to ignore you while you're wearing that naughty schoolgirl outfit!" I exclaimed.

"Have you been browsing for naughty lingerie lately, big brother?" Kelsey asked impishly after giving me a curious look.

"What? No... why do you--"

"Then how did you know that this outfit is, in fact, called a naughty schoolgirl outfit?"

I stood mute, trying lamely to come up with an answer that would sound believable.

Kelsey giggled after a few moments. "It's okay, I won't tell anyone."

"It still doesn't change the fact that you're being silly about no guy being interested in you."

"Well, okay. There are a few, but most guys are far more interested in her. On our way through the crowd, I got propositioned to do some very interesting things. One guy wanted to do something to me that I'm sure is illegal in our state, and probably in most others as well; while another asked me for something that I've never even heard of! I got my butt pinched three times, and some sleaze ball made a grab for my boobs. Amanda, however, twice got asked by guys to marry them on the spot, and I think if she'd said yes to all the offers, she'd be having sex with half the guys in this place, right now. She also got pinched so much, I don't even want to know how sore that tight little ass of hers is."

"I'm glad you didn't get propositioned by half the guys in this place! Now I don't have to kill so many of 'em!" I said, deliberately ignoring Kelsey's mention of Amanda's tight little ass, even though my eyes seemed to want to wander there anyways.

Kelsey giggled loudly as she stood on her tippy toes and kissed my cheek. "You're a sweetheart, you know that?"

I shrugged casually. "It's a burden, but what can I do?"

She laughed as she grabbed my arm. "Come on, I'll introduce you to my friends. Amanda looks like she needs some rescuing anyway."

As we turned back to the table, I saw that most of the girls were still teasing Amanda about her outfit, though not seriously; Amanda endured it all with a blush and a small, embarrassed smile. Stacey stood beside her, absentmindedly licking her lips and looking very pleased with herself.

"Girls, this is my brother, Damon," Kelsey said cheerfully as she dragged me over in front of the table, and in reply the girls' combined attention shifted to me. A few of them gave me warm smiles while others just said hello. Two gave me a cold stare, apparently not happy about me being there, though their dirty looks vanished the second Kelsey glared at them in return.

Kelsey quickly rattled off all the names of the girls, but I managed to remember only two: Mikaela and Carynne.

Carynne I recognized as the third of the girls who'd get chucked up in the air by the others during stunting routines, the so-called 'flyers'. She was an absolutely gorgeous brunette, with an exquisite little face with beautiful eyes, and a very sexy, petite body. Though she wasn't as curvy as my sister or Stacey, she definitely dressed to emphasize her features, wearing a very tight-fitting, belly-baring tank top that showed a nice bit of cleavage, as well as a delicious amount of her firm tummy. She oozed confidence with every move, and she gave me a wonderful smile. She was just stunning.

Mikaela was about as tall as Amanda, and she was pretty, though not in comparison to Amanda or my sister. Or even Carynne. The only reason I remembered her name was because she had absolutely fantastic tits. It seemed almost impossible for a high school girl to have tits that big; they were almost spilling out of her tank top! My mind briefly blanked as I imagined what it'd be like to play with them, until Kelsey elbowed me in my side after a second.

"Hi girls," I said with a smile and a wave, tearing my thoughts--and gaze--away from Mikaela's tits.

"Damon, didn't we see you at Westmore last Tuesday?" Mikaela asked, immediately causing my gaze to return towards her chest.

Before I could answer, Amanda said, "Yeah, he specifically came to watch us!"

"Really?" several girls asked in unison.

"Nah, my mom made him go," Kelsey said dryly, leading to a loud round of giggles around the table.

I tried to come up with something witty when one of the cheerleaders, a little blonde whose name I had already forgotten, asked, "Did you enjoy our routine though, Damon?"

"Yeah, I did. It was really cool." I smiled.

"He just likes watching girls in short skirts. We could have done the Cotton-Eyed-Joe, and he would have thought it was cool," Kelsey teased me again with a bratty smile, leading to another round of giggles.

"Hey, I did like your routine!" I protested. "To be honest, I didn't think I would, but you girls definitely changed my mind. You were great."

I got a round of thank-yous and smiles from the assembled girls, and I briefly felt better about myself. I was a little worried that it was going to be one of those 'let's all pick on the guy' nights and wanted to try to avoid that as much as I could. Fortunately, the girls all started chatting amongst themselves and didn't really pay much attention to me anymore.

Stacey and Kelsey sat down along one side of the table, all the girls scooting in a little to make room. With another few squeezes, more room was created for Amanda. The booth was starting to get pretty full, with over a dozen girls in it. I hesitated for a second, not knowing whether to stay standing or to go grab a chair from one of the nearby tables. Before I could act, however, Amanda scooted firmly against Kelsey and gave me an inviting look. "Sit next to me, Damon."

"Thanks," I said as I slid into the vacated spot. There wasn't a whole lot of room, and Amanda's bare leg pressed firmly against mine, as did her hip. Heat from the touch of her body simmered through me, and I flushed badly.

"Are you getting too hot?" Amanda asked.

"Eh, a little I think, yeah," I said nervously, her closeness inflaming my mind.

"Am I causing it?" she asked, a sly little smile on her lips as she looked straight into my eyes.

I heard myself sigh as I gazed into her eyes, pale orbs that seemed to be staring right into the depths of my soul. I noticed her eye color hung about evenly between blue and green, and I felt myself drowning in them.

As we sat staring at each other, my eyes drew in the rest of her. Her golden blonde hair that flowed smoothly over her ears down to her butt. Her incredibly cute face with a pert little nose that stuck out just a little bit farther than would have been considered perfect, but which just seemed to add an extra hint of cuteness to her. She also had the most magnificent dimples I'd ever seen, framing her sultry smile that showed off her perfectly white teeth. She was an absolute all-American beauty, and I felt my stomach clench as I silently gazed at her.
<hr pg="2" />"Damon?" she asked after a few moments, an amused look on her face.

"Oh, sorry, I uh... what did you... oh," I stuttered. I lowered my eyes and softly whispered, "Yes. You are causing it."

Her already magnificent smile grew larger as I admitted that she was badly flustering me.

"I'm sorry, I don't mean to make you feel uncomfortable sitting beside me," she whispered. She didn't really sound very sorry at all.

"It's not your fault, Amanda. I just can't help myself," I sighed.

"Oh God, you're so sweet."

We both smiled at each other, and I could feel my heart nearly pounding itself straight out of my chest. As I gazed at her face, I suddenly noticed something. "You weren't wearing any makeup when you left the house, were you?"

"A little. Kelsey and I put some more on in the bathroom right next to the office."

"You two are definitely good at this whole switching routine."

She smiled. "Yeah, we've been doing it for a while now. Did you and Kelsey get things sorted out?"

"Yes. Thank you."

"For what?"

"For not eavesdropping on us."

She sighed a bit irritably. "I'm sorry about that. I told Stacey to cut it out, but she hardly ever listens to me. Or anyone else, for that matter."

"Can't you do your little Jedi mind trick on her?" I joked.

"My what?" she asked, clearly puzzled.

"You know, the thing you do with my sister. You just look at her, maybe shake your head a little, and voila, Kelsey does what you want her to do."

Amanda's smile was positively naughty. "Oh. Well, um, that really only works on Kelsey. If I tried that on Stacey, it wouldn't really have the same results."

"Really? What would happen if you tried it on Stacey?"

Amanda's eyes briefly zoned out, probably as she imagined something. She blushed slightly as she focused back on me. "Let's just say that I'd probably wind up doing what she wanted, not the other way around."

"Huh," I said, not really getting it. "So why does it work with Kelsey then?"

Amanda looked at me intently, her smile slowly growing bigger.

I started smiling too, stammering a little as I tried to figure out why she was smiling. "Why are you... what?"

"Nothing," she said, leaning in closer and giving me a soft kiss on my cheek.

"Ooooh, Kelsey! She kissed him! Amanda kissed him!" shrieked one of the girls, a small strawberry blonde on the other side of the table.

"Jeez, Amy, relax! Have you never seen a girl kiss a guy on the cheek before?" Kelsey tartly asked the little blonde. Amy blushed and seemed to shrink in on herself.

Before anyone else could say anything, a tall, raven-haired waitress came to our table with a tray of cocktails. "Hey girls," she said with a friendly smile, getting another chorus of hi's in return. "Oh, and guy, hi!"

"Hi," I said quickly, silently wishing she'd go away so that I could return to gazing at Amanda. My cheek felt warm where she'd kissed it.

"Okay, I've got a bunch of the usuals and an import. I'm guessing the beer's for you, hunk?"

I nodded as I looked up at her, and she gave me a wink in return. I had to admit she was pretty attractive, and I guessed her to be in her early twenties. She seemed to notice something about me and studied me a little closer. "Kel, honey, turn your face my way a little bit?" she asked my sister.

My sister obediently turned her face, and the waitress shifted her gaze between me and my sister for a few moments. "Is this your brother?" she asked.

"Yes, that's Damon," my sister said, a bit proudly. "Damon, this is Robin. She's our usual waitress."

"Hi," I said again.

"Mmmm, nice. Very nice. Hi Damon," she said, her gaze focusing on my upper body. I could feel myself getting a bit uncomfortable under her predatory gaze. All the girls at the table seemed to be hurting themselves trying not to laugh as Robin was blatantly checking me out.

"Is he available?" she asked bluntly after a few moments.

"No!" the answer came, too quickly. It hung in the air for a second, then all the girls burst into howls of laughter and giggles. My face turned beet red as I realized belatedly that it wasn't my sister who'd said that.

It was Amanda.

I turned my head and looked at the gorgeous blonde sitting right up against me. She was biting her lower lip and blushing like there was no tomorrow; she had never looked cuter. I reached underneath the table and took her hand in mine. She firmly squeezed my hand and gave me a wan smile as the girls all laughed at us.

Robin grinned and began serving the drinks, fruity cocktails for all the girls and a bottle of golden pale ale for me. She gave Amanda a friendly wink right before she walked off.

Amanda took a big gulp from her cocktail while I grabbed my beer and took a long pull myself. The rich, flavorful ale slid down my throat, and I immediately started to cough, leading only to more amusement around the table at my expense. Amanda comfortingly clenched my hand as I gasped for air.

"Jesus, that's strong!" I wheezed. I glanced at the label and noticed it said 8.5%. The beer's name was Duvel and was apparently brewed in Belgium.

Amanda leaned closer to whisper in my ear, which caused the giggles to swell to a new level. She quickly glared at her friends. "Guys!" she complained.

"Okay, that's enough fun at Amanda's expense," Stacey said firmly.

Most of the girls laughed a few more times, then went back to talking to one another. The only one who seemed to stay stuck in 'laugh at the two lovebirds' mode was Amy, who was starting to become quite irritating.

"Amy, knock it off!" Kelsey snapped at her, which caused the little blonde to stop mid-giggle. She sounded like a squeaking bird being strangled.

Both Amanda and I looked at my sister, and she fondly returned our gaze with a big wink. I felt relieved, as I wasn't sure how Kelsey was going to react after Amanda laid claim to me. From what I knew around school, most girls were absolutely not thrilled with the idea of their brothers hanging out with their friends, so I made a mental note to ask my sister about it as soon as I had the chance. I took another gulp of beer and managed to keep the coughing mostly inside.

"Is your beer too strong?" Amanda asked as she scooted around so she could face me, folding her right leg underneath herself.

"It's got quite a bite to it, yeah," I wheezed a little, turning to face her as well. I briefly thought about trying that folded leg thing, then decided it would probably snap mine in half.

"That's Stacey's doing. She's always trying to get everyone drunk."

"How's your cocktail?"

"Strong. As always," she said, shrugging her shoulders.

"Aren't we going to get in trouble for this? I mean, it's not like any of us are old enough to drink."

"No, we won't. If a police officer or someone like that happened to come in, one of the staff would let us know long before he ever got here."

"What would we do then? Throw our drinks on the floor?"

Amanda looked at me silently for a moment, then let out a little laugh. "You know, I have no idea. I guess we'd just quickly gulp them down!"

"How come you girls get so much leeway around here?"

"You don't know?"

"Know what?"

Amanda turned her head and nodded at her tall blonde friend. "Because of Stacey."

"Why does Stacey get such special treatment?"

"You don't know who her family is?"

"I know they're crazy rich, apparently, but that's about all."

"Winterton. Stacey Winterton."

My eyes opened wide as I glanced over at the blonde who was happily chatting with my sister. "You mean the oil magnate, Karl? That Winterton? She's his daughter?"

"Yes."

"Damn!" I said, utterly impressed. Karl Winterton had been a local guy all his life, never living anywhere else. He'd built his fortune in international oil; it was estimated to be well into the multiple billions of dollars, and he was pretty much the biggest hero the town had ever had. "So does her dad own this place?" I asked.

"I guess technically he owns it, but her brother Roger runs it."

"Oh yeah, she was asking about him earlier."

Amanda nodded. "She loves her brother. Almost as much as Kelsey loves you."

I gave her a grateful smile. Amanda leaned in and gave me another kiss on my cheek, then immediately threw a fierce scowl at Amy to stop her from piping up.

"Stupid freshmen," Amanda sighed as she turned her attention back to me.

"She does seem a bit young to be with the rest of you girls," I noted.

"Yes, she is. She's JV, but she got called up to Varsity two weeks ago when Rebecca broke her ankle. Stacey felt it wouldn't be very nice if she invited all the girls tonight except her."

"Should she even be having one of those strong cocktails?" I asked, a bit worriedly.

"Don't worry, I'm pretty sure hers is virgin. They always make a few virgin ones. Mikaela can't have alcohol, so she gets a virgin one, then Robin just strategically hands them out to the youngest among us."

"That's pretty smart."

"Yeah, I guess." She shrugged. "Enough about that though, let's talk about something more interesting."

"Like you?"

She blushed prettily as she smiled at me.

"Hey Amanda?" I asked after a few moments.

"Yes?"

"What is your full name?"

"Amanda Linnea O'Sullivan."

"That's cool. I've never heard 'Linnea' before. Is it Irish?"

"No, it's Swedish. My mom's Swedish, or at least both her parents were. She was born here in the US though. My dad's part Irish, but also born here. I think his great-great-great-grandparents came here in the late 1800s or so."

"It's a beautiful name."

"Thank you, Damon Leonard Richards," she said happily. "Or do you prefer DL? Or Del?"

"You can call me D. Or Damon. Or whatever you want, really."

"I like Damon better than D, so I think I'll just keep calling you Damon," she said as she put her hand down on my leg.

Crackles of electricity shot through me at her touch, and I shivered slightly.

"I don't think I've ever had this kind of an effect on a boy before," Amanda whispered intimately.

"You may have never noticed before, but you've definitely had this effect on other boys. Probably just by being in the same room with them," I said hesitantly. Part of my mind was shrieking to not be so bold.

"Awww. Does Kelsey teach you how to give a girl compliments?" Amanda asked, the most gorgeous smile imaginable appearing on her face.

"No. If she did, I'd have probably insulted you without knowing."

Amanda laughed happily at that. "You badly underestimate her if you think that's true."

I just smiled as I took another swig of my beer, giving her a small shrug.

"She wouldn't stab you in the back like that!" Amanda insisted.

"She wouldn't? Kelsey loves being a brat, you know that."

"Yes, but she wouldn't do something that cruel, that would sabotage any shot you'd have at a girl. She'd love for you to have another girlfriend, you know."

I felt myself blush badly again as I stared at Amanda, wondering what she was implying.

Seeing my blush, Amanda just got a mysterious little smile on her face. Then she leaned forward and gave me another kiss on my cheek. "Anyway, that was a really sweet compliment. Thank you."

"You're welcome. I'm glad you thought so," I said shyly.

She nodded. "Oh, I did. Most boys think a girl will fall for him just by telling her her ass looks nice."

I tried to suppress my grin, but she immediately picked up on it. Her eyes sparkled with joy as she gave me a wry smile. "What?" she asked.

"You really have an amazing ass, Amanda."

Amanda laughed beautifully, then stuck her tongue out at me in a perfect imitation of my sister. She grabbed her cocktail and drained it in a few long gulps. "Mmmm, liquid courage," she sighed cheerfully.

"Courage? For what?"

"For this," she said as she leaned in towards me. I closed my eyes as our lips met. Hers felt a bit cold because of the frozen drink, and they tasted like fruit and alcohol; they slid sensually across my own, shooting sparks of pure pleasure into my brain. Her perfume was delicate, and her delicious scent washed through me, adding another layer of pleasure.

She put her hand behind my neck as she got serious about the kiss, and I responded eagerly, slightly twisting my head. I had kissed just three girls in my life, and Amanda's kiss was miles beyond theirs. We seemed locked together as we kissed, and I moaned into her mouth when I felt her tongue gently touch my teeth. It was as if fire was running down my spine, and I trembled with delight.

I placed my hand on her side, her warm, smooth skin feeling wonderful under my fingertips. When we finally broke the kiss, she gently held my lower lip between her teeth for a second before letting it go. I gasped for air as I looked at the blonde goddess in amazement. Our faces were a few inches apart as we both panted a little. "I'd ask you if you enjoyed that, but I think the look in your eyes tells me you did," she said, a cute smile on her face.

"If I told you that I've never been kissed like that before, would you believe me?" I asked, earnestly.

"Of course," she said, her smile growing even cuter.

"I've never had a kiss like that before, Amanda." I said in awe. "You are amazing."

She gave me another brief kiss. "Thank you. You're not so bad yourself," she said with a wink.

We stared into each other's eyes for a few more moments, then the soft sound of giggles interrupted our preoccupation with each other.

Amanda and I turned our attention back to the rest of the group simultaneously and were greeted by a veritable sea of barely contained smiles and giggles as all eyes were focused on us. Amanda grinned a bit crookedly as she looked at her friends. "What are you all giggling at?" she challenged.

"That was hot!" Carynne said teasingly.

"All of you were watching us make out, weren't you?" Amanda asked shyly.

Every face around the table lit up with huge grins. Kelsey was smiling broadly at us, nodding at me with approval as she caught my gaze.

"Damn," Amanda said with a pretty blush before turning back to me. "We need to go somewhere more private."

"Okay, but I don't have a car, so--"

"No, I don't mean to another place. We just need to get away from this table."

"Oh, right. What did you have in mind?"

"Several things, but first I think I need some more liquid courage."

"Why, are they the kind of things that require courage?" I joked.

She gave me a wicked little grin. "They might be, but I definitely need some more alcohol before I have the guts to walk through the club in this outfit again!" she said, looking at her top and skirt pointedly.

As I gazed at her sexy outfit, I realized with a start that my hand was still on her side. I pulled it away, but before I got too far, she grabbed it and put it right back. "Don't. I like it when you hold me like that."

I took a few gulps of air as I desperately tried to draw a breath.

Amanda turned her head back to the table and looked around for a second. "Britney, are you going to drink that?" she asked a small blonde girl who was sitting next to Mikaela.

The blonde shook her head with a little grimace, then handed her a three-quarters full glass over to Amanda. It had some orange-red type of cocktail in it.

"You want to try it?" Amanda asked me as she took her straw out of her old glass and switched it around with Britney's straw, then offered me the glass.

"Sure," I said, shrugging a little. I wasn't terribly fond of cocktails, but right then, she could have asked me to drink burning gasoline, and I'd have gladly done so.

I took a long swig of the cocktail. It was cold, pretty sweet, and tasted heavily of oranges. It was also very, very strong.

"Holy crap, that's got a lot of alcohol in it!" I gasped.

"Really?" Amanda asked. She took the straw between her own lips and sipped for a few seconds; her eyes lit up in surprise, and she eagerly took a few more sips. With some surprise, I watched as she drained the whole drink.

"Hmmm, that was really good. I think I want another one of those."

"Are you sure?" I asked, a little concerned as I put the glass back on the table. There had been enough alcohol in that drink to probably make me walk on my hands after just two glasses, and Amanda weighed maybe half of what I did. "I don't want you to get drunk," I said carefully.

"Why not?" she asked with a slight giggle. "You could take advantage of me!"

"I would never do that!"

She gave me another little kiss. "I know, silly. Besides, if you ever do take advantage of me, I hope you'll do it when I'm sober so I can enjoy it more!" she said with a saucy grin.

I stared at her with my mouth wide open. Her grin was decidedly happy, and I noticed her cheekbones and nose were starting to turn a little red. "Do you see Robin anywhere?" she asked after a few moments.

Reluctantly, I turned away from Amanda for a few seconds so I could glance around the VIP area. "Nope, I don't see her."

"Oh, great! First she tries to steal you and now she won't get me another drink!"

"Are you really sure you should have another one?" I asked.

"Damon, please don't be a party pooper. I don't like a party pooper." Her face turned into a frown, which actually looked quite cute with the redness on it.

"I'm sorry," I said quickly. "How about I just go get you another one myself?"

"Would you, please?" she said, her smile returning instantly.

"Sure," I said as I got up.

"Get yourself another drink too!"

"I don't normally drink that much alcohol," I said a bit hesitantly.

"Neither do I!" she giggled. "Come on, let's have fun!"

I shrugged. Why the hell not? I could imagine about a billion worse things to do than to get a little drunk with a ridiculously hot blonde.

"Oh, and Damon?" Amanda asked, grabbing my hand before I could walk off.

"Yeah?"

"Please get a cocktail too? That beer doesn't taste very good. When I kiss you, I mean, and I definitely want to do more of that later. Hurry back!"

I couldn't wipe the stupid grin off my face as I walked towards the bar. I passed the guard at the VIP entrance, making sure he still remembered me. The last thing I wanted was to not be let back in and disappoint Amanda.

The bar was lined with people, and I patiently inched my way closer. Once I finally managed to sidle up to the bar, Gino happened to be nearby, and I waved to him.

"Hey Damon, what do you need?" he asked, giving me a large smile.

"Can you make two more of those cocktails?" I asked.

"Which one? I usually make about half a dozen different ones for the girls."

"Eh, that red-orange fruity one."

"Tequila Sunrise?"

"I guess."

"Sure thing," he said. Then he motioned for me to come a little closer. "How strong do you want it?"

"How strong did you make the last ones?"

"Pretty strong. Stacey always wants the ones for her friends loaded," he admitted.

"Well, it's for Amanda. You know: gorgeous blonde, slender, weighs maybe one-ten? She's already had two. How much do you think she can handle beyond this?"

Gino gave me a startled look. "She's already had two, and she wants two more?"

"No, one's for me."

"I thought you drank beer?"

"She asked me to have a cocktail instead of a beer because they taste better when she kisses me," I grinned. "Besides, I'm a sucker for gorgeous blondes who are half naked, so whatever she wants me to drink, I'll drink."

"Nice going, buddy!" Gino gave me a knowing grin as he started mixing the two cocktails. A few minutes later, he handed me two glasses filled to the brim.

"This one," he said, pointing to the one in my right hand, "is like the others I made. This other one is almost virgin. Now, I really like those girls; I'd be very unhappy if I heard that one of them got drunk and got taken advantage of. Very unhappy. Do you understand me?"
<hr pg="3" />I nodded. "Yeah. Don't worry, Amanda's getting the virgin one."

"I'm glad to hear that. Enjoy yourself!" he said with a smile as he turned to take another customer's order.

I arrived back at the table to find Amanda, Kelsey, Stacey, and Carynne talking to each other, their heads close together. All the other girls seemed to have found something else to do, as they were nowhere to be seen. Amanda and Kelsey had scooted up and were sitting near the middle of the booth, off to Stacey's right, with Carynne sitting on Stacey's left.

I quietly sat down at the end of the booth, a bit disappointed that Amanda had moved up so far. I wanted to move up to the middle myself, but figured it would be pathetically obvious and would just get me laughed at. "Amanda, I've got your drink," I said softly, not wanting to disturb her if she and her friends were having a serious discussion.

To my relief, Amanda immediately turned her face to me and smiled beautifully. "Thank you! Why are you sitting all the way over there? Come closer." She patted the bench right next to her.

I tried to hide my happy grin as I scooted up, stopping when I was about a foot away from her.

"That's not where you were sitting earlier, Damon," Amanda said with a seductive look on her gorgeous face. "Come closer."

I scooted a few inches closer, then gave her a questioning look.

"Closer," she whispered. "Much, much closer."

I gulped as I slowly slid myself along the couch until I felt that oh-so-fantastic touch of her leg and hip against me.

"Mmmm, much better," she purred.

"Here's your drink," I said, putting the virgin one in front of her.

She gave me an appraising look. "Thank you," she said, then calmly reached out, took my glass, and started draining it.

I opened my mouth to object, but the words wouldn't come out. I watched as she drank about half of another one of the way-too-strong cocktails, then she loudly put her glass down and sensually licked her lips.

"Very, very yummy," she said. "You made mine a virgin, didn't you?"

"Eh, I..." I stammered, trying to come up with an excuse. Finally, I sighed. "Yes, I did."

She smiled victoriously. "I knew it. Oldest trick in the book, Damon. Next time you should make your own drink, the virgin so that... when I swap them..." she looked a little confused for a second, then continued, "so that when I swap them, I get the... virgin one."

I grinned and just nodded at her banter. With almost three loaded glasses of alcohol inside her, it seemed likely her conversations would get a little sillier.

"Don't worry," she said softly. "All that really happens to me when I get drunk is that I get a little more giggly."

"I'm not that worried, but that third drink was probably a bit too much, Amanda."

"I know, but I need to be a little bit tipsy first."

"For what?"

"Dancing. While I'm wearing this tiny, slutty outfit," she said teasingly, slowly rubbing her hands over her breasts.

I stared slack-jawed at her sensuality, briefly glancing at the other girls to see if they had seen. They were still talking to each other and were not paying any attention to us, however.

"Do you like what I'm wearing?" Amanda asked sexily.

"I think you are the most beautiful girl I've ever seen in my life," I said honestly.

"Mmmm, I like hearing that. What do you like most about these clothes?"

"You being in them."

She blushed a pretty red and leaned closer, giving me a soft smooch. "That's a very sweet answer, but I really want to know what part of the outfit you like best."

I swallowed loudly as I whispered, "Your skirt."

"Oh, yeah, Kelsey said you like short skirts."

I nodded.

"Do you like it when it is this short?"

I nodded again.

"When it barely covers my butt?"

"Yes," I breathed softly.

"What do you like about a short skirt? The way a girl shows off her legs? Or the way it fits snugly around her ass?"

"That's like asking me to pick between utter joy or pure bliss!" I grinned.

Amanda giggled. "I guess I just want to know what part of me you like the best."

"Every part. You are so gorgeous, I can't just pick one part of you."

"Mmmm, you're a flatterer," she said, kissing my cheek again.

"I mean every word, Amanda," I said softly, my heart in my throat.

"I know you do. You're so sweet."

"Do you like wearing skirts that are this short?" I asked, shifting in my seat to try and hide my hard-on.

"Yes, I do. Do you want to know why girls wear short skirts?" she whispered sultrily.

"Why?"

She leaned in closer and put her mouth near my ear. "Because it makes boys look at us, and we like it when boys look at us. It makes us horny."

I swallowed loudly. "You're going to have a lot of boys looking at you in this skirt," I breathed.

"I only care about one particular boy looking at me," she said with a little shrug. "Now, do you want to dance?"

"I uh, I'd like to, but... I can't really dance," I admitted, feeling a bit stupid. For the first time in my life, I wished I had listened to my mom when she kept harping on me about taking dancing lessons.

"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone!" Amanda said with an intimate, playful smile.

"Okay, but we have to wait a few minutes though," I said, a little bit embarrassed. My cock was rampantly standing at attention in my pants. Her eyes flickered downward for a second, then back to my face as she smiled wickedly.

I almost jumped when I suddenly felt her hand softly brushing along my bulge, as if she was just checking up on my condition. "If you do that, we won't get to dancing any time soon," I said with a loud gulp.

"Mmmm, it's an interesting alternative," Amanda teased, "but I really want to go dancing, so I'll be a good girl. For now."

After a few minutes of just patiently sitting and waiting for my cock to go down--in itself not an easy feat because of the sheer mind-blowing hotness of the girl sitting next to me--I finally got up. Amanda quickly followed, though not before she kicked off her high heels and just went barefoot. The other girls shot us big smiles as Amanda motioned that we were going upstairs.

I went up the staircase first, offering Amanda my hand. My mom had repeatedly drilled me about always going up a staircase first if I was with a girl, rather than letting her go first so I could stare at her ass. With Amanda's deliciously short skirt, I was sure it would be an amazing sight, but it would also be very, very obvious.

Amanda quickly took charge once we got to the top floor, grabbing my hand and pulling me along with her as she dodged through the teeming mass of people. After about a minute, she had found us a spot somewhere in the middle where we could at least move individually rather than be tossed around as the entire crowd moved.

With Nas' latest jam playing, Amanda started dancing smoothly, synchronizing her body to the beat without effort. I had to start, stop, and start over just to get the beat right and felt clumsy beside her.

She was smiling warmly at me as we danced. She was going easy on me, though every now and then, she let herself go a little, flashing some moves that clearly could only be pulled off by someone who danced for hours every day. "Are you enjoying yourself?" she asked when she saw my slight frown of frustration in trying to keep up with her.

"Yes, I just feel like Shrek next to you!" I sighed.

She peeled off a few ripples of golden laughter at my joke, then she put her hands on my arm and hip. "You're doing fine, you just need to try to relax a little more."

"Swimmers don't really make for great dancers, I guess," I said with a shrug.

"Here, let me show you," she said. She pushed my hips a certain way at particular counts of the beat and pulled my arm to get me to twist a little more smoothly rather than the robotic moves I had been doing, and within a minute or so, I started feeling a bit more relaxed. I knew I still looked way out of place besides this amazing girl, but I at least appeared to know what I was doing.

"See? You're doing great!" she said encouragingly.

"Thanks!" I smiled.

For the next fifteen minutes, we danced to several hip-hop and pop songs. The DJ put on a song I didn't recognize. Amanda let out a happy chirp of approval once it started, and the energy on the dance floor seemed to double as the mass of people increased their tempo, with several loud whoops of approval ringing across the crowd.

Amanda apparently changed her difficulty setting from 'be hot, but don't make the guy look too bad' to 'fuck that dork. Dance, baby, dance!' as she let herself go, whirling and grooving in a perfect match to the beat. I tried valiantly to keep up with her, even managing to remember her little tips, but of course, I failed epically.

I sort of plodded along, my eyes locked tight on her spectacular body as she twisted in front of me, a perfect techno raver. Her bottom lip was caught between her teeth, while her right hand was playing with her hair. Her left hand had grabbed the edge of her short skirt, occasionally tugging it back down after her sensual movements had caused it to creep up her hips a little too far. She was gyrating so sensually that I could feel my cock stir in my pants again; I was in complete amazement at the pure sexual energy that exuded from her. She danced on, apparently oblivious to the world around her, her eyes closed and her face almost glowing with joy.

I wasn't the only one who was eagerly watching Amanda as several of the people nearest to us had turned and were looking at her with admiration. It was clear Amanda was in a league of her own. Any moment, I was expecting someone to walk up to me and shoo me away, not worthy of being the dance partner of this goddess.

I jumped in surprise when I felt a slap on my ass, and I whirled around to see my sister standing beside me with a huge grin on her face.

"Hey! You having fun?" she chirped with amusement, rocking a little to the beat.

"Yeah, though I'm feeling a bit outclassed," I said with a nod towards Amanda, who was still dazzling everyone around us. I leaned in closer to my sister so we could hear each other without having to shout.

"She's something else, isn't she?"

"She's an incredible dancer," I agreed.

"I know. The dance team keeps trying to steal her away from us. Fortunately, I can find ways to convince her to stay in cheer," my sister said with a sly little grin.

I nodded as I just gave up dancing altogether. "How about you dance with her? You can probably keep up with her better than I can."

"Nah, I can't match her when she's in the zone like this. She'll just make me look bad; she can make anyone look bad," Kelsey said with a little smile, though to me she seemed to be moving along to the beat just as well as Amanda was. We both silently watched the blonde dance for a few moments.

"Do you know what song this is?" I asked.

"It's Dyka Energia, from Ruslana. Amanda loves her music."

"I can tell," I said as the lithe blonde twirled and grooved sexually, her little skirt sliding up onto her hips every few seconds after which she pulled it down again. I tried to see if she was wearing any panties, but there wasn't enough light to be able to tell for sure.

"You sure like staring at her, don't you?" my sister grinned.

"Can you blame me?"

"No, I love staring at her myself."

I grinned at my sister's flippant remark, then decided to broach the subject of Amanda with my sister. It seemed as good a time as any. "Hey, about Amanda and me..."

"What about you two?"

"Do you mind?"

"Mind what?"

"You know, what happened downstairs."

"You mean you two making out?"

"Yeah, that, and that she sort of claimed me."

"Why would I mind that?" Kelsey asked, frowning.

"Well, she's your best friend."

"So?"

"Don't most girls absolutely hate the idea of their brother dating their friends?"

"I'm not like most girls," she grinned.

"So you don't mind then?"

"Damon! Have you actually listened to a thing I've been saying to you for the past week or so? How many more times do I have to point out to you how gorgeous and sweet Amanda is before you figure out I'm trying to get you to notice her?"

"You were?"

She sighed with a weary smile. "I swear, you are so clueless sometimes. Yes, oh ignorant brother, I was trying to get you to notice what a fantastic girl Amanda is. You know why? So that maybe you'd have the courage to ask her out."

"Does she know you've been doing this?"

"Uh-huh. Well, maybe not in so many words, but she mostly knows what I've been up to. She likes you, you know?"

I couldn't help but smile foolishly. "Yeah, I think I'm getting that same idea. So you think she and I'd be a good match?"

"Yes. You're a sweet, wonderful guy. You'd be perfect for her."

I blushed. "What about the other way around?"

Kelsey grinned naughtily. "You're probably a bit too innocent for her, but I'm sure she can fix that."

"I'm too innocent for her?" I asked, perplexed.

Kelsey giggled. "You're going to be in for a bit of a shock, I think. Don't let Amanda's sweet, soft voice and that perfectly cute face fool you; she is a naughty girl."

I stood staring at my sister in silence for a few moments. "How naughty are we talking about?" I finally asked.

"Oh no!" Kelsey laughed. "I'm not saying anything else on that subject. You'll find that out soon enough, I think!"

We both watched for another minute as Amanda captivated her audience until finally the song ended. The dance floor around us erupted with applause for the stunning cheerleader, who opened her eyes and smiled demurely as she saw she was the center of attention. She quickly walked over to Kelsey and me, even as we applauded right along with the rest of the crowd.

"Hey," she said, sounding as if she'd just taken a leisurely stroll along the mall.

"Hey hon," my sister replied. "Nice dance!"

"Yeah, that was amazing," I chimed in with admiration in my voice.

"I'm sorry, Damon. I didn't mean to show you up like that," Amanda said, looking a bit embarrassed.

"Don't worry, I loved watching you just as much as everyone else did," I said earnestly.

She gave me a bright smile. "Thanks. I just really, really love dancing to that song!"

"We could tell," Kelsey said with a wink.

"It's just hard to control myself when I dance like that," Amanda admitted with a pert grin. Then she grabbed both our arms and pulled us towards her. "Come on, I want to dance more!"

We danced for what must have been hours, with several of the other cheerleaders joining us from time to time. Guys continuously kept trying to intrude, but though they could get the other girls to dance with them every now and then, Amanda and Kelsey seemed solely focused on dancing with me and each other. Amanda had obviously gotten fired up as she didn't hold back, whirling and shaking her way around me, even going so far as to pull off that 'grind your ass against the guy while looking innocently over your shoulder at him' move a few times. It drove me completely crazy, and for the most part I was dancing with an agonizingly hard cock in my pants.

Though I had excellent endurance, I finally had to take a breather. My legs were screaming at me, and I had sweat pouring down my body, soaking my shirt. "I'm going to go take a break," I told the girls.

"Typical swimmer, he can only go for a short while!" my sister teased me with a poke in my side, causing Amanda to giggle. Both of them looked little more than slightly winded as they kept on dancing. It was a sobering realization that they were probably more fit than I was, though I knew full well just how much cardio training Kelsey did on a daily basis. She was in unbelievable shape.

I wormed my way through the crowd over to the bar, patiently standing in line until finally managing to get a bartender's attention long enough for him to get me another cocktail. All the dancing seemed to have cleared most of the alcohol out of my system, so it was time to restock. I was reaching for my wallet when a hand touched me on my ass.

"No need for money, handsome," Stacey whispered in my ear, gently pushing the wallet back into my pocket.

"You don't have to pay for all my drinks, Stacey," I objected. "In fact, let me buy you one, as a thank you for driving us here."

"Don't be silly, Damon. You know I don't care about money," she said, waving at the bartender that it was okay.

"Well, what can I do then as a thank you?" I asked as I took a deep gulp of my drink. Once again, it was very strong. I wondered if that was just a staple of the bars here.

Stacey looked me straight in the eye and got a naughty little smile on her face. "There are a few things I can think of," she said, licking her lips.

I got very uncomfortable under her predatory gaze, and I wondered if she was really saying what I thought she was saying. "Uh... I'm uh... kind of involved with Amanda," I stammered softly.

"Involved?" Stacey smiled happily. "Have you two been naughty while I wasn't watching?"

"Naughty?" I exclaimed. "No, of course not!" I could feel myself start to blush furiously.

"You're not involved until you've gotten at least a little naughty. Simply making out for a bit doesn't mean you're serious."

"I don't think it means you can just mess around, either."

"I'm not saying anything about messing around," Stacey said calmly. "Besides, I'd have to get Kelsey's permission before we could do that anyways."

"Kelsey? What does she have to do with this?"

Stacey looked at me with surprise. "She's one of my best friends. You can't go fooling around with your best friends' brothers without their permission!" she said, though her tone of voice left me to wonder if she really felt as strongly about that as she pretended to. "We're not like you guys, you know."

I grinned at her remark. "What do you mean by that, exactly?"

"Oh, I think you know. You men are all scum! You'd happily screw one of your best friends' sisters if she was hot," she said with a little accusing grin.

"Not all guys would do that!"

"Really? How many good friends do you have? Guys, I mean?"

"Eh... five, I guess," I said hesitantly.

"How many of them do you think would be interested in your sister?"

"I don't know. Most of them, probably. I mean, she's a great girl," I admitted, quickly glancing over at my sister who was dancing very closely with Amanda. Seeing the two of them so obviously intimate together made me remember their scene in their shower, and I felt my mouth go dry.

Stacey leaned in closer, and the smell of her perfume filled my nostrils. "Yes, she is. How many of them do you think would happily fuck your little sister senseless, without you knowing about it?"

I shook my head. "I don't think any of them would."

"You either have the best friends in the whole world, or you really don't know them that well. I'd bet that at least four of those friends would love to bang the shit out of Kelsey, and if the only way they could do that was to go behind your back, they would."

I fidgeted a little as Stacey's blunt comments were actually making me pretty damn horny. As much as I tried to resist it, I kept seeing images of Kelsey being fucked. My beautiful sister, naked, sweat running down her sexy body while guys nailed her from behind, her mouth hanging open in a gasp of pleasure as she got pounded. I felt my shaft urgently push against my khakis.

"No, they wouldn't," I repeated. I wished I didn't sound as if I was trying to convince myself. I thought back to what Brian had said earlier.

"I guess you have really good friends then," Stacey conceded, though her tone left no doubt what she was really thinking. "In any case, I would ask your sister first before I messed around with you."

"What's with all this talk of messing around with me, anyways?" I said, trying to play it cool.
<hr pg="4" />Stacey took on a shy girl's attitude as she coyly shuffled her foot while batting her eyelashes at me. "I can't help it, Damon, your body is just so hot," she said with a perfectly innocent voice. She trailed a finger down my chest and across my abs. "It just makes lil' ole me all flustered, an' I need to fan myself to cool down!"

I laughed as she gave me a happy grin. "Wow. It's scary how well you do that," I said.

"I find it helps me get what I want a lot more often."

"My sister was right about you! You are a bad girl!" I teased her.

"Oh, she said that, did she?" Stacey said, her eyes sparkling. "I'm going to have a chat with little Miss Kelsey about that."

"Are you denying it?"

"No, not at all. I'm actually a very bad girl. It's just not fair of her to warn guys beforehand!" she giggled. Before she could say anything else, the music changed from modern hip-hop to, of all things, Sugar Hill Gang's 'Apache'.

"What the heck?" I said, very surprised. "I didn't exactly expect to hear this old song in this club."

"Our DJ is weird enough to play it, but I'm sure one of the girls asked for it."

"Why? To put everyone to sleep?"

"No, quite the opposite. Come on, I promise you'll want to watch this!"

"What, everyone jumping around and pretending to hold a lasso?"

She grinned. "It'll be more interesting than that, trust me!" She grabbed my arm and dragged me across the crowded dance floor to where I had left Kelsey and Amanda.

A small circle had been cleared for my sister and her friends. From the looks of it, all the girls that had been at the table earlier were now assembled on the dance floor, standing in a line. They were all grinning as they began a synchronized dance. As I watched for a few moments, I realized it was a very, very kinky dance.

Tight little asses shook enticingly in short skirts, and the girls' hands had a noticeable obsession with running over their own breasts. After the first chorus, the girls partnered up, my sister joining with Amanda. Facing each other very closely, Kelsey put one of her legs between Amanda's as they started grinding against one another, following the goofy music perfectly. Then, rather than jump around like idiots, the girls whirled around each other, their mouths almost meeting as they spun. Loud groans of appreciation were going up through the crowd as the girls put on a show that Vegas would be proud of.

"Damn, is that one of your normal cheerleading routines?" I asked Stacey, stunned at what I was seeing.

"I wish!" she scoffed as she turned to face me. "We'd get our asses kicked off the team so fast if we did this on the field. Do you like it, though?"

"Yeah," I moaned as Amanda circled around Kelsey and started grinding against my sister from behind, her hands sensually running along my sister's naked tummy and sides. Kelsey's face was pulled into an innocent 'Oh' as Amanda's hands slid over her skirt, tracing the contours of her ass. My sister was staring straight at me, and I could see her beautiful eyes sparkle with joy.

"You know, even with how short that skirt is, I don't think Amanda's wearing any panties," Stacey whispered in my ear as she moved close against me. I could feel her firm breasts press against my chest, and my dick again jumped in my pants.

My eyes locked on Amanda's ass, following her every move, trying to see what was underneath that heavenly short skirt. I nearly jumped out of my skin when I suddenly felt Stacey's hand rub against my bulge through my khakis. She had a dreamy look in her eyes as she blatantly played with my cock, stroking along the edge and squeezing the head between her thumb and forefinger.

"Stacey, what are you..." I began.

"Sshhh, don't talk," she said, softly rubbing a finger on my lower lip. "You just keep looking at Amanda's tight ass."

I glanced around, worried that people might be watching us, but everyone seemed completely absorbed by the hot girls on the dance floor. I quickly returned my gaze to Amanda's butt.

Stacey's hand, meanwhile, kept eagerly playing with my cock, deftly stroking it through my pants. She rubbed the palm of her hand against my shaft while her fingers tickled the top, and I shivered with pleasure.

"Do you like this too?" Stacey asked teasingly.

"Yes," I groaned.

Stacey just smiled as she kept teasing my cock, rubbing and grinding her hand against it. I felt the precum soak my boxers and sighed loudly at the wonderful feeling of Stacey's hand. Before things got any further, however, the song ended, leading to a massive roar of applause from the crowd that had been enthralled by the girls and their sexy dance.

Stacey got an evil grin on her face as she stopped her wonderful handiwork. "Sorry, stud, the song's over!"

I was silent for a moment as I tried to wrap my mind around that statement. "What?" I finally mumbled, quite eloquently, as Avril Lavigne's 'Girlfriend' started blasting over the speakers.

Stacey just continued grinning at me as she shrugged her shoulders. Before I could figure out what to say, Amanda came walking up to us, squeezing her slender body around several people.

"Hey, hey, you, you, I don't like your girlfriend!" Amanda mimicked with a wide grin, shaking her head as she pointed her finger at us. Stacey giggled and put on a perfect pout as Amanda told me she thought I needed a new one and that she'd volunteer for the job.

"You know, I think I'd really like to be your girlfriend," Amanda said as she grabbed my head and kissed me deeply. I moaned into her kiss and returned it with passion, my cock still loudly demanding to be taken care of. Amanda moved in closer, rubbing her tummy against my shaft as her tongue explored my mouth.

From the corner of my eye, I saw Carynne walk up to Stacey. "Stacey... I'm fucking horny!" I thought I heard her say.

Stacey smiled ecstatically at the young brunette and put her arm around the small girl's shoulders, leading her off towards the back.

Amanda bit my tongue gently as if to remind me where my attention should be, and I immediately refocused on her kiss. Our lips remained locked for a few more wonderful moments before she let up with a loud sigh, her beautiful face set in a perfect smile that showed off her pearly white teeth.

Her eyes looked down for a second, and I blushed slightly, my throbbing cock still standing fully at attention in my pants. Amanda's hand gently touched it as she winked at me. "Is that because of my dance, or my kiss?"

"Both..." I stammered after a second's hesitation. I figured she probably didn't want to hear that her friend had been rubbing my cock a few moments earlier.

"Mmmm, I can't believe how hard you are," Amanda whispered sultrily, teasing my cock with her hand. "Isn't it very uncomfortable in your pants that way?"

"Yes, it is," I sighed, slightly frustrated.

"Would you like me to do something about it?" she asked, her tongue licking her lips.

I stared at the young blonde vision in amazement, unable to speak.

"I'll take that as a yes," she giggled. She noticed my half-empty cocktail, took it, and drained it in one long gulp. Smacking her lips, she grabbed my hand and pulled me along with her, going in the same direction that Stacey had led Carynne.

It took us a few minutes to get through the crowd and back into the little corridor that we had come in through earlier. Amanda walked to the back office and opened the door, stepping into the doorway.

As I followed her into the office, my eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

Carynne was lying on her back on the desk with her legs up in the air. Her skirt was slid up on her hips, and her panties were pulled sideways onto her ass. Stacey was kneeling in front of her, the tall blonde's face buried between the small brunette's legs. I could see Stacey's tongue eagerly licking Carynne's sexy little slit, skillfully alternating between teasingly lapping along her cunt, or nibbling on her budding clit, which caused her to groan loudly.

I felt Amanda's hand start to rub on my cock, and I clenched my teeth. I was getting so horny that I felt my cock would just explode any second, and I needed relief in the worst possible way. Amanda tugged on my cock a little, guiding me closer towards the amazing spectacle that was taking place right in front of us. Neither Stacey nor Carynne paid us any attention as they kept up their entertainment.

Stacey was using her thumb to diddle Carynne's clit even as she noisily lapped at that obviously moist pussy in front of her. Carynne was squirming on the desk, with her hand tangled in Stacey's hair as she tried to pull her friend's face deeper into her pussy, while at the same time grinding her little snatch up and down against Stacey's face. Stacey moaned loudly with pleasure as she tried to lick every part of Carynne's pussy at once.

As I kept staring in disbelief at the hot scene in front of me, Stacey put a finger against Carynne's cunt and slowly, teasingly shoved it inside. The small brunette groaned with relish as her friend's finger slipped fully inside her, while Stacey's tongue teased her clit. As soon as her finger bottomed out, Stacey started pumping it in and out of Carynne's juicy slit. The young girl squealed with pleasure at her pussy getting fucked, and it took mere seconds for the tall blonde's finger to get absolutely drenched in her juices.

"Do you see how wet her pussy is?" Amanda whispered in my ear, while her hand was still stroking my shaft through my khakis. "I bet that would feel really nice around your cock. It's probably so unbelievably tight and so juicy. I don't think you'd last very long inside it, hmm?"

I stared at Amanda in a bit of a shock. Was she actually suggesting that I fuck her friend? The mere thought made my cock jump in my pants.

She caught my gaze and grinned. "Relax, I'm just teasing you a little. That big load that's in your balls right now belongs to me, and I'm not sharing it," she said, sensually licking her lips.

Stacey, meanwhile, was lustily plowing away in Carynne's cunt, her finger almost blurring as she finger fucked that tight pussy. Carynne's slit was absolutely soaked, evidenced by the loud sopping noises that burst out of it on every thrust of Stacey's finger, and the little brunette thrashed about wildly on the desk, swiping a lamp clear off the table. Neither girl paid any attention to the crash and the sounds of broken glass that followed. They obviously only cared about one thing.

Stacey pulled her finger out and sucked it into her mouth, moaning delightedly at the taste. She sensually swirled her tongue around it, then let it pop back out. "Mmmm baby, you taste so good," she said lewdly, putting her finger back against Carynne's slit and joining another alongside it.

As Stacey started to slowly shove the two fingers inside Carynne's cunt, I groaned with lust. My cock again jumped in Amanda's hand. Stacey briefly glanced at us, a satisfied grin on her face, then she refocused her attention on her gorgeous friend. Amanda's hand was stroking my shaft, and I was clenching my teeth to stop from shooting off right in my pants.

"Fuck me! Harder, Stace, harder!" the little brunette mewled, her entire body grinding and shivering at the rough invasion. Stacey's fingers were hammering away inside her, small drops of her pussy juice were being flung about because of Stacey's actions. I felt my mouth go dry as Carynne's pussy glistened in the overhead light.

Stacey continued her treatment for a few seconds, then paused, pulling her fingers out to Carynne's obvious disappointment. Stacey licked Carynne's slit for a few moments, then shoved her fingers back inside, continuing to fuck her friend with both tongue and fingers.

"Fuck yes! Finger me! Suck my cunt! Oh God!" Carynne screamed as Stacey violated her pussy.

I noticed that the office was slowly starting to smell like sex; the delicious scent of Carynne's hot, excited pussy practically overwhelmed all my other senses. I wanted nothing more than to swap places with Stacey.

Stacey paused for a second, taking the time to lick her fingers clean and lube them up, then drove both of them all the way inside again, to her knuckles. She was breathing heavily through her open mouth as she furiously drilled her two fingers in and out. "You like that, don't you, you little slut? My fingers fucking your little cunt? I know you love it!" she hissed.

Carynne was unable to answer, her body convulsing in pure ecstasy. Stacey actually had to place a hand on Carynne's sexy tummy and hold her down to keep her from bouncing right off the desk. The blonde locked her mouth on Carynne's clit again, sucking wantonly. Carynne drew in a huge breath as she arched her back.

"She's gonna cum," Amanda sighed softly.

I watched in awe as Carynne's body started to buck, with her pussy grinding and bumping against Stacey's face. Stacey just moaned with pleasure as she thrust both her tongue and fingers deeply inside Carynne's cunt.

"Fuck!" Carynne screamed at the top of her lungs as she plunged over the edge; her orgasm tore through her, causing her body to convulse wildly with pleasure. "Lick it, Stacey, oh God, lick me!" she squealed as her hand clenched in Stacey's hair. Stacey's only reply was to lick and finger-fuck Carynne harder as she groaned while drinking her gorgeous friend's juices.

Carynne shuddered and squealed as her body twitched with sexual energy until finally she stopped, relaxing in one huge breath. Stacey got up and pulled her into a sitting position, grabbing her head and deeply kissing her. Both hot girls moaned as they kissed, their tongues wrestling aggressively. Even in the office's fairly dim light, I could see the juice that coated Stacey's face. As they kissed hungrily, Stacey continued to slowly slide her fingers inside Carynne's pussy, causing the small girl to moan even louder.

Amanda and I watched the spectacle in front of us in awe, neither of us speaking. My mouth was open in absolute disbelief, but Amanda's smile seemed almost knowing and approving. With the hot girl-on-girl action right in front of me, combined with Amanda's incessant playing with my cock through my pants, I was very rapidly approaching the point of no return.

Carynne leaned back from the kiss and lay back down on the desk as Stacey's fingers again started to rapidly plow into her. The sopping noises from her wet pussy echoed through the office, and I had to override my cock's angry demands that it be allowed to ravage the sexy brunette.

"Amanda, I can't hold it much longer," I moaned softly in her ear. She flashed me a huge smile and immediately stopped her jerking.

"Okay, let's go take care of you then," she said. She quickly walked up to her smoking hot friends, who were again happily going at it.

"Stace, can we use one of the other offices?" Amanda asked sweetly, tapping the tall blonde on her shoulder.

"Of course, sexy. Have fun!" Stacey said, turning to nod at Amanda with a huge smile before returning her attention to Carynne's pussy.

"Thanks!" Amanda turned and walked out of the office, pulling me along with her. My eyes remained locked on the two girls fooling around until Amanda dragged me back into the corridor.

"Oh my God!" I exclaimed a few moments later as Amanda and I entered another small office, two doors down from the one where Stacey had just given us an unbelievable demonstration of how to properly lick and finger a girl into a stupor.

"You liked that, huh?" Amanda grinned wickedly, squeezing my cock through my pants.

"Is she a lesbian?" I asked.

"Who, Stacey? Or Carynne?"

"Stacey. Well, both, I guess."

"Stacey just loves to fuck and she doesn't care who it's with. We think Carynne likes girls better than boys, but we're not entirely sure. Besides, she's so addicted to sex she'd never say no to getting fucked by anyone."

"Have you... with either of them?" I stammered.

Amanda's gorgeous smile lit up her face as she pushed me down onto the couch. "Hey, mind your manners! You don't ask a lady questions like that," she giggled.

"That's not a denial," I said breathlessly.

"How about we focus on this thing here?" Amanda's hands unzipped my jeans and unbuttoned them. She fidgeted with my boxers a little before pulling my hard cock out, then slowly started to jerk it. "Mmmm, that's a very nice cock," she sighed in appreciation.

"Oh, shit," I grunted as I put my head back against the couch. After all the incessant teasing my cock had endured, I knew that I wasn't going to be able to hold it for much longer.

Amanda's hand sensually slid across my hard pole, occasionally just lightly rubbing against the skin, other times grabbing and tugging firmly. Her face was mere inches from my shaft, but she made no move to get any closer as her hand kept stroking energetically. Every now and then, she'd bunch the foreskin up around the head of my cock, then she seemed almost mesmerized by the precum that gathered on it.

"I can't last any longer," I said apologetically after a few moments of her wonderful jerking. My cock had been teased so badly the entire evening that I was amazed it hadn't started spraying the second the gorgeous blonde had touched it.

"That's okay, don't worry. I want to watch you cum anyways," Amanda breathed. She rubbed all along my shaft, her hot breath tickling my flesh.

I groaned as she kept jacking me off, my precum soaking her soft hand and causing her to smear it all over my rampantly hard cock.

"Mmmm, your cock is so fucking hard. I want to watch you cum. I want to see it spray everywhere," Amanda moaned.

I grunted, not able to respond as I felt that familiar sensation start in my balls. I began fucking my cock into her fist as she increased her pace, her little hand blurring as she tugged eagerly on my shaft.

"Come on, give it to me!" Amanda begged. "Do you want me to take my top off, so you can cum on my tits?"

"Oh fuck!" I cried out loudly as my body started tensing up. The image of her perky tits being soaped by my sister in the shower flashed through my mind, and it was the last straw.

"Oops, I guess there's no time for that!" Amanda giggled. I gasped in surprise as she lowered her mouth, her wet tongue starting to lick my balls. I let out a load groan as she lashed my balls, slurping everywhere. When she took my left testicle in her mouth, I spasmed as if someone had stabbed me, and an absolute torrent of cum rocketed out of my shaft. It shot everywhere, splashing all over my shirt and Amanda's hand, while one huge glob flung into her hair.

"Mmmm, fuck yeah! Give me more! Cum for me!" the lithe blonde begged as she looked up from licking my balls, flinching slightly as several drops splattered on her cheeks and forehead. I fired several smaller spurts which soaked her hand and my balls before another massive rope of cum erupted. As if in slow motion, I watched Amanda duck her face out of the way, and the string of semen sprayed over her white fishnet top and onto her tummy.

"It's so hot!" Amanda marveled as my cock dribbled some more cum over her hand before I finally fell back into the couch, completely spent. "God, you both cum like fountains, it's unbelievable!" the glorious, wonderful nymph sighed as she smeared my cum all over her belly, causing it to glisten sexily.

My mind tried to tell me there was something absolutely delicious about that sentence, but I was too drained to try to figure it out.

"You bad boy, you came all over my top! I bet you would have liked shooting it on my naked tits, hmm?" Amanda said with a sparkling laugh. She put her hand in her hair, feeling the sticky goo there too. "You got it in my hair too!"

"Sorry," I grinned unapologetically.

"You don't look very sorry," she accused teasingly.

"I'm not, no. I'm sorry I got some on your face, though."
<hr pg="5" />She gave me a puzzled look. "Why would you be sorry about that?"

"I figured you didn't like it? When you flinched away, I mean."

"Oh!" she grinned. "I did that because I didn't want you to make a mess of my makeup. Besides, what would you think of me if I let you shoot your cum on my face on our first date?"

I laughed joyfully. "So we're on a date, huh?"

"Well, I sure hope so! I think I'd be setting whole new standards of sluttiness if I jerked you off before we'd even been on a single date!"

I leaned forward, mesmerized by her beauty. She smiled at me as our faces came closer together, and we kissed, tenderly this time. I locked my hand behind her neck, softly massaging it as her wonderful kiss and the smell of her perfume again sent massive waves of infatuation through me. She was driving me absolutely crazy!

We broke our kiss, and I looked into her eyes. "I'd love to go out on another date with you sometime soon," I said.

"Yeah, I'll bet you do!" she giggled, giving a playful tug on my rapidly deflating cock.

"No, seriously, Amanda. I want to take you out to a movie and dinner, or something like that. I want to spend more time with you."

She gave me a wonderfully happy smile. "I'd love that, Damon. I really want to get to know you better too."

We were both still smiling at each other when the door to the office opened, and a young, blond-haired man in his mid to late twenties walked in. He was wearing an absolutely immaculate, charcoal business suit, and his attention was so focused on a somewhat elderly gentleman behind him that he did not see us at first as he strode towards the desk.

"I'm sorry about my sister. She keeps thinking this entire club is her personal playpen," the young man said apologetically. The elderly man was about to answer when he saw us, and his eyes opened wide in surprise. Between my cock that was still hanging out of my pants, Amanda's skimpy little outfit, and the fairly huge amount of cum I'd shot on her, there was of course no doubt as to what we'd been doing.

The younger man turned towards us as he saw the elderly man's reaction. His own look was no less amazed for a second, then it turned into outrage. "Stacey!" he roared. "Get your fucking friends out of my goddamned office!"

A few minutes later, after having cleaned ourselves up, Amanda and I were standing with Carynne outside the office. We were pretty embarrassed, listening to Stacey get a lecture from Roger--the guy in the suit--who happened to be her older brother as well as the manager of the club. Roger's rant touched on a wide variety of topics, including Stacey's lack of respect for his business, her always fooling around in his office, plus several other issues, and he shouted at her that he was fed up with it.

"Are we going to be in trouble, you think?" I asked Amanda. "I'll take the blame for it if we are."

"Awww, isn't he sweet?" Amanda said to Carynne, who just smiled and nodded in reply. The beautiful blonde turned to me and shook her head. "We'll be fine. This isn't the first time Roger has walked in on Stacey fooling around in his office. Usually, he just sighs and leaves, but I guess this time he's just angry because he had someone important with him."

"I take it Stacey's been entertaining someone in these offices a lot then?" I asked, throwing Carynne a sly wink. She had the good graces to blush slightly, but grinned proudly nevertheless.

"She's been known to drag someone back here every now and then, yeah!" Amanda laughed.

"Weren't you once caught here with her... Umph!" Carynne started to say before Amanda slapped her hand in front of her friend's mouth.

"Be quiet, you!" Amanda glared at the little brunette who was laughing behind the hand clamped on her face.

"Anything I should know about?" I asked lightly, my eyebrows raised curiously.

"No!" Amanda said quickly, sticking her tongue out at me, causing both myself and Carynne to burst out laughing. Amanda blushed for a few moments, then laughed herself.

The door opened, and Stacey walked outside, rolling her eyes for our benefit.

"I mean it, Stacey!" Roger's voice snapped from inside the office.

"Whatever," Stacey said dismissively as she pulled the door shut behind her.

"Are you okay?" I asked in concern. I didn't want to be the cause for problems between Stacey and her brother.

"He really is a sweetie, isn't he?" Stacey asked Amanda with a smile. Amanda nodded in agreement. "I'm fine," Stacey continued. "Roger just needed to vent a little so he could look tough to the fire marshal. I've told him a hundred times already that he needs to give me one of those rooms for myself, and he keeps refusing. Maybe I should just fuck somebody right on the dance floor. Maybe that'll change his mind!"

Both Carynne and Amanda giggled, while I stood stunned at her words, my mouth hanging open like a drooling idiot.

Stacey looked at me for a second, then joined the other two girls in giggling. "God, you're so innocent. That's very cute." She leaned in and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

"Hey! Keep your hands off him!" Amanda objected with a totally fake look of outrage.

"Sorry, baby. He's all yours, I promise," Stacey said with a smile. "Did you two have fun in there?"

"Oh yeah!" Amanda smiled lewdly.

I blushed brightly, causing all three girls to laugh at me as we walked back to the club itself.

We looked around the dance floor but didn't see any of the other girls, so we went downstairs, picking up some more drinks from Gino on our way to our booth. Kelsey, Mikaela, and a few of the others were sitting there, talking quietly.

As soon as she saw us, Kelsey jumped up and rushed over. She hugged Amanda first, then me. "Where did you guys go?" she asked Amanda as we all sat down in the booth.

"We had to take care of some urgent... um, stuff," Amanda said with a little giggle.

"I hope it was naughty, at least," Kelsey muttered, apparently not very happy about having been left alone.

"Oh, it was very naughty," Amanda said, throwing me a meaningful glance.

Kelsey caught her friend's glance and stared at me for a few moments, then she and Amanda exchanged a very particular look. A huge smile broke out on Kelsey's face as she started grinning. She leaned her head close to Amanda's, and they began whispering, throwing me glances and naughty giggles every few moments.

I shook my head with a wry smile, taking a few sips of my cocktail. I found I was quite beginning to like the fruity drink, especially the buzz the alcohol was giving me.

Conversation flowed around the table for a while, until Stacey, Carynne, and Mikaela got up to go dancing again. Several of the other girls went with them, leaving me with just Amanda and Kelsey. Amanda was squished up closely against me, and I loved feeling her tight, sexy body pressed so firmly against mine. At some point, I had put my hand on her bare leg, and she had thrown me a wide smile of approval.

My cellphone rang, and I banged my knee into the table as I jumped. "Ow, shit!" I grumbled, wrenching myself half askew to get the damn thing out of my pocket. I flipped it open to see who it was, then mouthed an apology to the girls as I answered it. "Hey, Brian," I said.

"Hey, D!" Brian said, sounding pretty happy. It was the kind of happy he always got once he had a dozen or so beers in him. "Are you still coming, man?"

"Coming? Oh, the party!" I sighed. I had completely forgotten about it. "I don't know, man. I'm having a really good time here."

"Not now, babe!" he said, probably to someone with him. At least, I hoped it was to someone who was with him. "Here? Where's here?"

"At this joint called Discovery."

"Discovery? You mean that place on Broadway? What the fuck are you doing there?" Brian asked, sounding perplexed. He was more into the live music bar scene.

"I went along with my sister and her friends."

"Shit, out with your sister and... oh wait. Your sister's a cheerleader, right?" he said as he started figuring it out. "Are all her friends cheerleaders too?"

"Yeah," I said, trying not to sound too smug.

"You fucking dog! So you're out with like a dozen hot, nubile teenagers?" he roared in approval.

"Pretty much."

"Bravo, D, bravo! That's what I call hauling in some pussy! Did you fuck 'em yet?"

"Yeah, man, I did, all of them," I said with a sigh. I loved Brian like he was my own brother, but once he got some beers in him, it was like talking to Erik.

It was quiet for a few moments on the other end of the line. I was just about to ask him if he was still there when he said, "You fucked all of them? The whole squad?"

"Jesus, Brian, I'm fucking kidding!" I sighed in exasperation.

"Oh," he said, sounding nonplussed. "Well, if you can't get laid with those little high school princesses, come over here, man. These college chicks are sucking the chrome off trailer hitches tonight. It's fucking awesome!"

"I think I'm fine right here, Brian."

"Hey fucko, get me another beer! Yeah you, with the shitty haircut!" he shouted, again apparently to someone over there. "Sorry man, these freshmen are a bunch of stupid cunts. The guys anyways, the girls are fucking awesome," he said after a few moments, followed by the sound of him guzzling another beer. He belched loudly, then asked, "So are you coming or what?"

"I'm good, really. But thanks."

"Come on, D! I've had three of these hot chicks ask me if you're still going to come tonight. One of them asked about you after I just dumped a load of cum down her throat. Guess we know who she was thinking about, huh?" he laughed. "Fucking bitch, I feel used."

I laughed despite myself. Once he'd had some drinks, Brian's mind stopped processing his thoughts before they went straight to his mouth. It usually led to him saying some very amusing things. "I'm cool, Brian, really."

"Okay, D, your loss, man. See you at practice... eh... when the fuck is next practice?"

"Monday afternoon."

"Oh yeah. See you there?"

"Yeah. See ya, Bri," I grinned as I hung up, dropping my phone on the table amidst the dozen other ones. It wouldn't be too hard to find again since it was at least three generations out of date compared to those that belonged to the girls, I realized sourly.

I turned back to Amanda and my sister, only to see them both scooted down low in the booth, with Amanda resting her head on Kelsey's shoulder.

"Are you okay, Amanda?" I asked, concerned.

She flashed me a pretty smile and nodded. "I'm just a little tired, I guess."

"Wore herself out dancing," Kelsey giggled as she dropped her arms in her lap under the table.

I felt a brief pang of jealousy, as I would have loved to have offered my shoulder for Amanda to rest her head on, but I repressed it rapidly; they were best friends after all.

I looked around a little, seeing that the place was still totally packed. It was only just around midnight, and I figured it would be open for a few more hours. It sure was an absolute goldmine--not that Stacey's family needed any more money.

I felt Amanda shiver slightly against me, and I surreptitiously moved my gaze back to the two of them. Even though she had deliciously few clothes on, I couldn't imagine Amanda being cold as it was quite stuffy inside the club.

I forced my eyeballs to stare off-center so hard they were actually starting to hurt as I kept an eye on the two girls. Amanda was nuzzling Kelsey's neck, her lips softly kissing my sister's smooth, flawless skin; the mere sight of that made my cock hard again. I felt Amanda's breathing getting heavier, and her sexy body moved softly against mine.

Kelsey sighed gently, and I could no longer contain myself, turning my head and gazing at the two gorgeous girls beside me. I had to find out what they were doing! Amanda's hand was gripping the table, and she was panting heavily as she leaned against my sister. Kelsey, for her part, was half turned towards her blonde friend, licking her lips sensually as she watched Amanda writhe against her. For a second I couldn't figure out what was happening, then I noticed Kelsey's hand.

Though it was dark underneath the table, it was pretty obvious that Kelsey had her left hand underneath Amanda's skirt. As I observed more closely, I could see her arm make little pumping motions. It didn't take much imagination to figure out what she was doing, and I stared in absolute awe as my little sister finger-fucked her best friend!

"Fuck!" Amanda moaned as she grabbed Kelsey's arm with both her hands, pulling it tightly against herself. Her body seemed to cramp as she curled up, burying her face in my sister's neck. "Mmmm, God, yes!" she breathed as I felt her shudder against my side for a dozen seconds or so; then, she slowly relaxed, pulling her head back and blowing her hair out of her eyes. She was flushed, and she had a very satisfied smile on her slightly perspiring face.

Kelsey looked up, gazing straight into my eyes. She smiled wickedly as she saw me staring at the two of them, then she brought her left hand to her lips and very demonstrably sucked her index and middle fingers into her mouth, swirling her tongue around them as she licked them clean. After a few moments, she teasingly let them slide out of her mouth, tugging on her bottom lip a little. I groaned inwardly as a small bead of her saliva clung alluringly to her fingers and her lip.

"Who was that on the phone, Damon?" Amanda asked as if nothing had happened.

"Oh, Brian, you know, he drove us home today," I gasped, swallowing loudly. I needed to get a grip on myself.

"What did he call about?"

"He wanted to know if I was going to come to that party tonight."

"What party?" Kelsey asked.

"Some college party. A few girls invited us to."

"What did they invite you for?" Amanda asked me teasingly.

"To fuck, what else?" Kelsey snorted before I could answer.

I coughed uncomfortably. Amanda seemed to enjoy my discomfort as she kissed my cheek. "Were you wanting to go?" she asked me softly.

"No, I'm having way too much fun here with you," I said honestly.

"Mmmm, that's sweet," she sighed as her hand dropped in my lap, easily finding my hard cock.

Before things could get out of hand any further, Roger walked up next to the table. Amanda quickly withdrew her hand, but he shook his head with a weary grin, evidence that he had seen us. "Hey, have you guys seen Stacey?" he asked.

"She went dancing," Amanda said.

He sighed. "If you see her, please tell her to come up to my office, okay?"

"Of course. Everything alright?"

"No, it's not, actually. We're going to have to close for the night."

"What?" both Kelsey and Amanda exclaimed, disappointment clear on their gorgeous faces.

"I know. I'm sorry, girls. The fire marshal is leaving me no choice."

"That sucks!" Kelsey pouted.

"Yeah, it does," he said somewhat angrily. "Tell Stacey to come find me, okay?"

"Sure, Roger," Amanda said.

The girls and I got up and went upstairs, scouring the dance floor for the others. We eventually found Stacey, Carynne, and Mikaela dancing in a corner with some guys. Amanda told Stacey to go see her brother, and Kelsey explained to her other two friends what was going on. Their disappointment was palpable too.

Stacey came back after about five minutes and told us to come with her. As we were walking towards the corridor that led to the offices, Roger's voice came on over the intercom system, explaining to all the guests that by order of the fire marshal, he was forced to close the club for the night due to some potentially faulty wiring that was deemed to be too much of a safety hazard. Amidst the boos and jeers, he apologized to everyone for the inconvenience and told them to get coupons at the door for two free drinks next time they visited. Then, the intercom clicked off.

Stacey hugged her brother, then we walked through his office back outside to her car. We all piled in quickly as it was pretty cold outside, and none of the girls were dressed very warmly.

"So, what are we doing?" Stacey asked as we all huddled in her 4Runner. I had taken a seat in the back, with Amanda leaning against me. Kelsey and Carynne were also in the backseat with us, making it slightly cramped, while Mikaela was sitting up front.

"I don't want to go home yet," Carynne said. The other girls chimed in with similar statements.

"We could go to the Dance Hall?" Mikaela offered.

"Ugh, no," Stacey said. "Too many lame idiots there."

"How about we all go to that college party?" Amanda said.

"No way!" I quickly interjected.

"Why not? Because you're worried about those girls attacking you?" she grinned, nudging me with her shoulder.

"No, because I'm worried about guys attacking all of you," I said.

"We can take care of ourselves," Amanda said confidently.

"What party are you guys talking about?" Stacey asked.

"Damon and his swim buddies got invited by a bunch of college girls to come to their party tonight," Kelsey said darkly.

"Oh, really?" Stacey said with a large grin. "Why did they invite you, Damon?"

"Because of his hot body!" Amanda said with a giggle, rubbing her hand over my chest.

"Oh, a fuck party! We haven't been to one of those in a while, Stacey," Carynne purred.

"Yeah, we should go. Where is it at?" Stacey asked me.

"Look, I don't even know if I could get you girls in," I objected.

"Oh, please. There's never been a party I couldn't talk my way into," Stacey said, dismissively waving her hand. "Now, where is it?"

I sighed. "Are you sure about this?" I asked, looking at both Amanda and Kelsey.

Amanda nodded eagerly, though my sister seemed nowhere near as thrilled about it. She looked at Amanda for a few moments, then reluctantly nodded her agreement.

"Alright," I said as I pulled out my phone. "I'll ask Brian how to get there."

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