Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)
A Sinful Act>: 5

By the time they found a spot to park on the crowded street in front of Rob's house, Ivy had managed to repair most of the damage that Brian's assault on her mouth had inflicted to her makeup. Only her eye liner had survived relatively unscathed, as he used her mouth against her will, but a makeup wipe and a few frantic minutes later she no longer looked like a complete whore. Now if she could just do something about the taste of cum in her mouth, she could at least pretend to have a good time tonight, she thought.

"Look at that - no one would even be able to tell what an eager little cock sucker you are," Brian said, shutting off the engine and getting out of the car with a lewd smile that made her skin crawl.

"Can you at least find me something to drink that isn't beer?" she said, following his lead. "I don't want to stay more than an hour, and I don't want to reek of booze when I get home."

"Sure thing," Brian said, taking her hand and walking towards the front door like they were an item instead of a man that had just taken advantage of an eighteen year old high school girl to get his rocks off. She didn't pull away even though part of her mind was screaming for her to do exactly that. Being cold to him would defeat the entire purpose of this outing.

Instead she pasted on the warmest smile she could manage and by the time the door opened she was holding his arm like she belonged there. Behind the door the party was already in full swing, and kids from her school were drinking and vaping in little knots and clusters crowded around the living room and the backyard. At the center of many of these groups were the bright red jerseys of the victorious Condors players, though in quite a few cases their jerseys or hats ended up on a pretty girl instead of the actual player.

All in all it was a typical party. The kind she'd used to show up at so she could make an appearance and spend a couple hours loitering around the edges before disappearing before she could get into too much trouble. It was the sort of game that had allowed her to straddle the line between being popular and being a good girl until now. Until her chance encounter with Anna had unleashed chaos on her whole predictable world. As soon as she thought of her, Ivy started scanning the room to see if the girl that haunted her dreams had bothered to show up tonight. As soon as she noticed she was doing it she cursed her self destructive behavior and forced herself to stop looking though. Instead she focused on the small talk going on around her instead. Spending half the night looking for a girl that she definitely wasn't into wasn't going to make those awful rumors go away any faster.

Fortunately that's when Brian showed back up with drinks in both hands. He kept the beer and handed her a tall glass of a red drink she couldn't quite identify. "Cherry punch," he said helpfully. "You said you didn't want beer, so it was that or water."

"No, this is fine," She said, taking a deeper drink after the sip found nothing objectionable. It was some kind of tropical punch with some sprite or something, and maybe just a little rum. It was nothing too bad, and about right for this party. "Thank you."

It was a small olive branch, but Ivy took it. After a few days of pretending like they might be a serious item she could dump this asshole and never speak to him, but for now they made nice, and for the next half hour they drifted around the party like a happy couple. Brian did most of the talking generally, and all of the talking when it came to the sports stuff, but that was fine. She knew a lot of these people's names, but that was about it. She'd always come to these things to be seen, not to make new friends. So she just finished her drink, and when she was done she asked Brian to get her another.

This time he brought back a light beer, "Sorry babe - all out of punch," he apologized, but she didn't mind. By that point she just wanted something cold to drink. It was feeling awfully hot in the house with so many people.

"I'm not feeling so good," she confessed finally, during a lull in the conversation, "do you think we could go soon?" Her first drink had barely had any alcohol in it and her second was just a can of beer, but she was feeling woozy and light headed. The whole world was starting to blur just enough around the edges that she realized it was going to be a problem.

"Soon baby." he said, kissing her on the forehead, "But I've still got a few people I need to talk to. Why don't I talk to Rob and we can find you some place to lay down until I'm ready to go." Ivy bit her lip as she considered the option a moment before nodding. She didn't really like the idea of being somewhere alone where someone might be able to take advantage of her, but she also really needed to lay down before she got any worse. A minute later after a short conversation with their host, he escorted them to the master bedroom and unlocked the door for them.

"Thanks," Ivy said as she focused on not slurring her words, and then they were both gone. She locked the door behind them for good measure and then crawled into his parents bed, enjoying how cool the thick blankets felt beneath her feverish skin.

Ivy lay there for a few minutes before she passed out thinking about how different things would have been if only Anna had dragged her to a room like this before kissing her instead of doing it in a place where everyone else could see. How far would she have let her go? She wondered. Would she have let the pretty blond girl do more than kiss her? Would she have let her suck on her aching nipples? If she went that far would she even have been able to stop her from sliding those long delicate fingers into her panties to play with her aching clitoris? That was how she fell asleep - with her mind in the gutter and her fists balled up at her side as she desperately tried to avoid playing with herself.

Her dreams picked up where her waking mind left off though. They were suffused with lust and vibrant color. In her dreams Anna didn't drag her to a bedroom to molest her in private though. She did it in public - right there in the living room where everyone could see. Ivy had an audience for her first orgasm as Anna went down on her neatly trimmed bush where everyone could see. It was horrifying, but utterly intoxicating. She never wanted the moment to end, so when she was finally woken up by a kiss in her dark room, she kissed back greedily.

"Oh Anna," Ivy moaned breathily between two wet sloppy kisses as she felt a hand on her thigh. This instantly made the kissing stop, and Brian laughed hysterically at what she said. Ivy blushed fiercely, realizing that her dream lover had not in fact appeared and that she'd said something shameful out loud for the worst possible person to hear.

"Jesus - you really are a dyke, aren't you Ivy?" he asked, sounding totally serious. "Why not just stop trying to hide it and date whoever the hell you want?"

"Wha? No..." Ivy whined, trying and failing to rise to a sitting position even as Brian kept mocking her. "I don't want that..."

"Of course you do," he restated again, groping her breasts roughly through her dress. "You hate sucking dick but you love lesing out. Don't lie."

"I'm not," she moaned, wondering why Brian's touch felt so much better now than it did earlier. In his car it had just been painful, but now that pain felt kind of nice. "I'm only... mmmmm... only into guys okay."