Incubus Pupa Ch. 04

Favoring a proactive approach, I stepped forward to shake the guy's hand without waiting for an intro.

"Hey, I'm Adam."

He grabbed my fingers, making sure I couldn't get any strength into the grip in return, and squeezed. Honestly, it really wasn't impressive even with the lousy grip.

"Mike."

Webster's might well have had a portrait of this guy next to the definition of 'arrogant asshole', but I ignored it, plastering a huge fake grin across my face. I gave back as good as I got in the handshake, despite my disadvantage. His build was slim, probably one of those jocks who're more accustomed to the golf course than the football field.

Trying to be polite and show that I wasn't sexist, I offered my hand to his girlfriend next, being careful to look her in the eye instead of the chest. "Charlotte", as she introduced herself, gave me a whisper of a handshake with extremely thin fingers, eying me like some kind of bug with a fake trace of a smile on her salmon-painted lips. Not ten seconds into our encounter, I could tell I had been summarily dismissed by both.

Amy, done with her girly reunion with Sandy, seemed to brighten when she offered her hand as well. "Hey Adam. Ooo, nice grip there, tough guy." she winked, laughing.

Well, that backfired. Now they were going to think I was trying too hard. In any event, I never thought I'd actually be happy to see Amy, but right now even our tenuous school connection made her like an old friend compared to the frosty reception I felt with the others.

We withdrew to the den, a bubbly Sandy hanging back with me as the others went first, whispering, "I'm sorry, I know they take some getting used to. Once you get to know them, they're not so bad."

I looked at her skeptically, but said nothing. The fact that Sandy actually thought to try to put me at ease impressed me. I didn't expect that of her, frankly. I decided that I wasn't going to be the whiny new guy that can't get along with the group.

The den was a large room with several plush couches in it. Built-in bookcases lined the walls that had any number of fancy looking sculptures, leather bound books, and other odds-and-ends in them. A huge picture frame flat panel TV adorned one wall above a gas fireplace, and a triple panel French door opened onto a lovely stone paver patio that led to an in ground swimming pool. "Swank-y", as my mom would say.

Sandy ran off to grab some drinks, and we lounged for a bit. I sat in awkward silence as the couple whispered to each other, tittering and chuckling by turns.

I hated awkward silences, so I took the initiative. "So Amy, Sandy said something about you getting a new car. Did I hear that right?"

She paused from texting one of the thousand contacts she likely had on her phone. "Yep. Just got it last weekend, brand new. It's nice not having to count on everyone else to get around, you know?"

"Sweet, congrats. And oh yeah, I don't know what I'd do without mine." Realizing that made me sound a little pretentious, I corrected, "Though it's actually not mine, mine. I mean, my parents bought the car for my sister to use when she was in high school, and it's kind of a hand-me-down."

She smiled, and our brief bout of familiarity guttered. 30 seconds later I still hadn't come up with anything more to say, so she went back to her phone, doing whatever teenage girls do on cellphones 24/7.

In an effort not to look uncool, I did the same, trying to hide the fact that I didn't really have anything to do on my phone other than check the news right at the moment. Yeah that's right, I'm deeply concerned about the political climate in Iran right now.

I had to admit that my first real impression of Amy outside of school was pretty positive. She certainly wasn't quite the queen bitch that I thought she was. I started taking little peeks at her as she messaged her friends; I just couldn't help myself. She wasn't Sandy or Ella all-around bombshell hot, but still fine in her own right.

She was tan, toned, and wore a pair of black stretch jeans that clung to her lightly muscled legs with a silky yellow baby doll blouse that came down to her upper thighs. I could see the upper rim of her pushup bra clearly through the gossamer material of her top, summoning my eye toward those little mounds. Her perky little B-cups were just begging to be squeezed, but my eye wandered again to those long, luscious stems riding high wedge strappy sandals. This girl knew just how to exploit her assets.

She stopped her texting and stilled, and I sensed that my mind had slipped into sex mode far enough to get her going. She looked up, grinning salaciously at me.

Sandy just happened to choose that moment to return with the drinks, quickly taking in the admittedly suspect look that Amy and I were sharing. Her eyes narrowed as she drew her conclusions. Setting the drinks down, Sandy quickly sidled up to me, grabbing my arm possessively.

"So, Adam, did Amy tell you she's applying to go to UCLA? Her boyfriend Mark is a sophomore there." Sandy's tone was sugar sweet. Was this jealousy?

Amy frowned. "Dee." She whined, "I told you, he's not really my boyfriend. Unless you call one date 'seeing' someone." She put her phone away while giving Sandy a 'what are you doing?' look of frustration.

Okay, so I knew a girl trying to downplay a relationship when I heard it, and I was hearing it now.

I got a little thrill as I felt like I might soon become the rope in a veritable game of tug-of-war between the two cheerleader hotties, but before they could banter any further, the doorbell rang again.

"Do you mind, Ames? I just got comfortable with my man here." Giving my arm a squeeze, I think I caught a hint of emphasis on the 'my' there.

Amy jumped up and pranced to the door, putting a little more bounce in her step than I had seen before. When she came back with the two others that would be joining us in tow, my jaw hit the floor.

Standing in the doorway were Jack...and Ella.

We both froze, staring at each other in shock.

I was unable to think about anything other than "why is she here?" and "holy shit, I've never seen Ella look so sexy in my life."

She wore a dark green off-the-shoulder mini dress with the material cinched on the sides of the skirt, giving it a ruffled look. It was tasteful but still super hot, falling only to mid-thigh and showing off miles of tanned, perfect legs on a pair of black strappy sandals with no heel. Probably to appease Jack's height insecurity, I posited. Ella's gorgeous, thick hair was down and had that wild, feathered look like it had just been carefully windblown - a style I'd never seen her wear. But her boobs...my God, her boobs took the cake. They looked enormous - those perfect hemispherical protrusions proudly tenting the billowy material of her dress.

It was too much. I felt betrayed; almost sick, with a cold feeling suffusing my gut. I was intensely jealous of not just Jack, but everyone who had gotten to see and know this side of her. She was my best friend, or at least she used to be, and I felt like the unbelievably gorgeous creature standing before me was a stranger.

Soon enough, the look of shock on her face morphed into a small, uncomfortable smile. Jack was looking at her with impatience, but when he saw what caused her to pause in the entrance, his face turned grim.

Introductions were made, and everyone settled in to chat a bit. Apparently, Sandy's mom didn't mind if her guests had a couple beers since we weren't driving, and these were passed around freely. I noticed everyone taking one except Ella, and decided not to as well.

I hadn't known that Ella and Jack were close with Sandy and her crew, but then again, you could fill a novel with what I didn't know about the popular circles of Fairfield High. As it turned out, Jack was friends with Mike from their old travel soccer league in middle school.

Ella's boyfriend studiously ignored me even through Sandy's ineffectual attempts to bring me into the conversation. My childhood friend played the doting girlfriend, laughing at the appropriate times and smiling when he gave her affectionate touches. Seeing him put his hands on her so familiarly made me seethe inside. What other parts of her body was he familiar with?

She peered over at me from time to time, and never hung on Jack like Sandy did to me. Unsurprising, considering I'd never seen Ella get touchy feely with anyone. When I caught her furtive glances, she looked upset. I wondered why - I would have thought she would be happy to see me included in her newer circle of friends.

Eventually, Amy offered to show off her new car, and everyone agreed to come take a look, if only to humor her. All except Ella.

"Nah, I saw it on the way in. I think I'd just get in the way. You guys go ahead." She declined, giving me a meaningful look.

Sandy tried to tug me off the couch to follow her outside, but I got the sense that Ella wanted to talk without the others around.

"Uh, my leg fell asleep. I'm just gonna work this out for a sec. Be right there."

She seemed satisfied, and we were finally alone. Ella's false politeness disappeared in a flash.

"What are you doing here?" her tone was accusatory.

I was so taken aback that it took me a second to figure out how to respond. "Uh, I think that's my line. I was invited here, by Sandy."

"Adam, don't take this the wrong way, but I don't think this crowd is right for you." Her voice was level.

My insides got cold again.

"Excuse me? What is that supposed to mean?"

I think she realized she was approaching this incorrectly, because she tried to backpedal. "Look, don't take it that way. I'm trying to do you a favor. Some of these people are bad news. I've heard things.

"You're a good guy, and I don't want to see you hurt."

I saw red.

"What, like you're my mother, or something? Think I can't look out for myself?" I was steaming now, and continued, "That's right, I forgot. It's fiiiine for supermodel Ella to hang out with and date attractive people, but loser Adam should just stick to playing video games and hanging out with his loser friends. That about right?"

I could tell I was going too far, as it was obvious that I had wounded her, but right now I didn't even care. I mean, what the fuck?

She had no retort, looking well and truly chastised. I tried a little damage control, abhorring the thought of some kind of rift forming between us.

"Ok maybe I was a little out of line there. Maybe you really are doing this out of some misguided sense of altruism, but I don't think you've given a single thought as to how that came across to me.

"Fuck, Ella, we used to be best friends. I've had to watch as you ditched me, Brandon, and Jordan and started hanging out with the cool kids. That hurt me. A lot. Maybe I should have told you sooner, but just seeing you with those other popular people stings. Worst of all, I know you belong with them. Not with me and my scrubby friends." I looked down. Where the hell was this coming from?

She was almost crying at this point, but managed to sniffle and wipe it away in a moment as Sandy came bounding back in the den to retrieve me.

Sandy paused in the entry, noticing that something was up - for the second time tonight.

She glared at Ella the whole time she grabbed my arm and pulled me bodily out of the room. As Amy gushed about her new car and the others made polite comments, I was silent, reflecting on the unmitigated disaster of the last ten minutes, and what I had said to Ella. This was just...all wrong. This wasn't the way this was supposed to happen. I was going to become one of the upper crust, like her. Then maybe, in time, fate might put us together again, but as something more than best friends.

Why would she would push me away? I didn't understand. Right then, I righteously resolved not to let her condescension and rejection ruin my night. I was here with one of the hottest girls in school - at her request - and I was going to enjoy her company and the intimate feel of her body all night.

As we all sat and chatted, Ella was somber. The dirty looks Jack directed my way periodically told me that he suspected something was said between us while they were outside.

My resolution wavered somewhat over the course of the next hour or so as we waited to call the Uber. The devastated looks that Ella shot my way were crushing my soul. I felt like complete dogshit for my outburst, but I figured the only way to show I really did belong was to prove it to her tonight. These people would accept me. As guilty as I felt, she was way out of line in what she had said.

I put my arm around Sandy for the first time, drawing a coo of happiness from her as she snuggled in closer and laid her head to my chest, laughing at a joke that Mike told.

Yeah, I could get used to this. Again I was confused at the look I got from Ella when I got cozy with Sandy. I would have thought she'd be happy to see me happy, but her face only fell further.

Eventually the Uber arrived, and the seven of us piled in to head to Smoke. Our driver was a very polite twenty-something guy, probably just doing this gig to pull in a few extra bucks. Not ten minutes into the ride, Mike showed his douchebag spots as he not-so-quietly started making fun of the car.

"Holy shit, would you look at how many air fresheners this guy has on his rear view?" he snickered, "How fucking bad does it have to smell in here to need all that?" Next was, "Oh man, my next car has got to be one of these babies. Everyone knows that minivans really make the ladies wet. Just check out how supple these cloth seats are." He snickered.

Naturally, Jack was laughing his ass off. As I caught the eyes of the driver in the rear view, something inside of me cracked. I turned back to him in the third row and let a little of the voice I had inside bleed out, "Dude, shut the fuck up. You're being rude as fuck."

To my astonishment, his mouth actually snapped shut, and I got curious glances from all of the other passengers. Most surprising, though, was Ella, who looked at me like I'd grown a third head. What the hell? Was she upset about me putting this dick in his place?

I turned around and caught the driver's eye in the mirror as a silent apology for the fucknut in my party. The rest of the ride was quiet.

We arrived at Smoke, and after a solid 70 minutes in line, were finally admitted. The subdued red and gray accent lighting and pounding bassline of the EDM insinuated itself within me. I could almost feel my heart pounding along with the beat. We waded through the masses, us guys ordering drinks for the party while the women scouted tables. I had nothing to drink back at Sandy's house with everyone else, but I felt unhinged by the events of the night. 'Hell, why not?' I ordered a rum and coke as well as the gin and tonic Sandy asked for. She was obviously a more experienced drinker.

With all the sweaty, pheromone-steeped bodies in such close proximity, I didn't even make it to the tables before the lewd thoughts that always lurked in the back of my mind came forward, ready to turn me into a sex crazed monster any moment.

Returning to the group, we passed out the drinks. The girls had managed to get a couple of those high top tables next to one another, which, based on my limited clubbing experience, was pretty lucky at 9:45 on a Friday night. Noise and the press of bodies split us up into couples. Amy, being the odd-woman-out, joined Sandy in our dance threesome. Sipping our drinks and riding the endorphin high of the club environment, we lost ourselves in a world of kinesthesia and sound. The three of us gyrated with the music, drawing closer until we were grinding one another.

Looking down, I was treated to a mouth-watering view of Sandys immense rack, bouncing and wobbling to her jerking movements. Her plush ass mated with my crotch, and I couldn't help grabbing her hips to put us in sync rhythmically. My sexual energy peaked when she looked up over her shoulder with eyes crying out with desire. My cock snaked down my pant leg, declaring that I was open for business. Something inside of me surfaced, begging for release.

I let it out.

"What did I tell you!" Sandy yelled up into my ear. "Isn't this great!?"

As close as she was, I wanted her closer. Slowly, with each thump of the beat, I shifted my left leg between hers. Waves of sexual mojo overcame me as my cock, now fully erect and riding shotgun on the leg that was sliding between Sandy's luscious thighs, made contact with her crotch.

No longer able to contain the raw sexual energy suffusing me, it boiled over, pouring out and consuming my dance partners. They went into a frenzy, losing nearly all inhibitions as they continued to descend into mindless debauchery with the object of their lust.

Amy was molesting every bit of muscle I possessed from my back side. Her deft hands took in my lats, trailing lower until they lighted upon my ass and remained. Her questing fingers found every contour of my newly chiseled glutes.

Soon I had difficulty even controlling the movement of Sandy's hips. A thin layer of denim, rayon, and her thong were the only obstructions to the sexual contact we both lusted for. Losing all rhythm, she humped my leg with abandon.

Within the press of bodies, she stood on tiptoes and begged with her gaze, barely speaking above the music, "You are making me sooo wet."

My inner alpha male threw his reigns. I only just contained myself from tearing the clothes from her to fuck the tight little cheerleader pussy that I could smell was more than ready for me. Right on the floor of the club. Instead, I leaned down to kiss her, passionately, mauling her succulent tits as I did so.

Sandy kissed as though she was drunk, though I knew she wasn't. Her hand clutched the back of my head possessively, tongue meandering within my mouth as if to memorize every nook and cranny.

As she tongue-fucked my face, Amy drew up behind me. No longer content to use her hands, she closed the distance between her pelvis and my ass, grinding into me with the pounding synth tones. My mind reeled under Sandy's consuming kiss, realizing I was now the meat in a hot-as-fuck cheerleader sandwich.

Somehow remembering that I couldn't actually fuck them both right here, I clamped down on my lewd thoughts, gaining control again.

The other couples appeared to be dipping and bobbing to the beat, and paid us little mind. But I did manage to catch Ella's eye at one point while Sandy and Amy obtained carnal knowledge of my body. A dark voice within me whispered satisfaction at her unimpressed gaze. Let's see if she still thinks I'm not right for this group after tonight.

Some part of my brain told me that I was going too far, but most of me just didn't care. I had two fertile females dying to open wide for me. It was too much to bear. I dove back in under Ella's horrified glare, attacking Sandy's neck as I thumbed her stiff nipples while I felt Amy's wet lips sucking on my earlobe.

Moment later, I sensed that Amy had stopped. A tap on my shoulder made me withdraw the finger that searched under Sandy's dress to find the drenched pussy I knew awaited. I turned.

A mature woman, thick in breast and thigh in a tight navy blue dress, stood before me. She was the picture of elegant sophistication. It wouldn't have surprised me if she was a high power attorney, or business owner, such was her poise and presence.