It's My Party

Jada whimpered in dismay at the delay and tried to lift her leg back up to offer him a side entry point for copulation, but Mark pushed her leg back down. His hand affectionately lowered her dress again and then he hugged and petted her from behind, pressing against her womb through her dress with the palm of his hand. "Jada?"

"Hmmm?"

"I'm so sleepy… This doesn't seem right…"

"I love you…" she mumbled in her dream, "…and I want you inside me." There, she said it. He had her permission. Jada took a deep breath and held it, waiting to let it out slowly once Mark started sliding up inside of her. She wanted him so badly. She began to tremble from her eagerness.

She heard a deep sigh, and then the wonderful male hand stroked down to caress her bare inner thigh. She opened her legs immediately, hoping he would stroke her sex, and then the hand drifted up to cup her womb, this time underneath her dress, fingers sliding lovingly in the silky pubic curls and then holding her, the strong fingers pressing down against her womb, the palm pressing up against her open sex.

She sighed happily, unaware she was nodding her head in encouragement. She drifted in her arousal. "Hmmm, that feels so nice… Will you drop down a bit?" The wonderful fingers honored her request. They slid between her legs and began to play with her, seeking her, exploring the folds and the hood just above her vagina. "That's right. Yes, right there, on the clit… That feels so nice… Don't stop…"

She gasped and cried and shivered as the wet finger picked up moisture along her inner folds and then stoked her exposed clitoris again. She felt the finger start to drill her, try to wiggle under the protective hood at the top of her labia. She wiggled back in dreamy anticipation, helping the wet finger find its target. Her coming orgasm would be tremendous. "That's right… Right there… Drive me…"

A tender voice at her ear, "I'm so sleepy… I don't understand… Later?"

"Hmmm… You mean for sex? No! I want you now…" So sexy, the wiggling finger was pushing her down the chute for sexual release, and Jada was breathing in gasps, eager for the ride to begin. She felt her clitoris pull away from the intense stimulation, felt a lifting sensation in her groin that she knew was a sign of extreme arousal. Jada was almost at the tipping point where her orgasm would become unstoppable, and she dimly thought she was in the dream of a perfect orgasm. "My handsome male," she mumbled, "mine…"

"This feels wrong… Jada… Are we drunk?"

"Hmm?!" The direct question shocked Jada's mind, pushing her from her dream. Her mind fought and won a brief fierce battle, raising her equilibrium point to halfway between awake and asleep. She was now slightly more awake than before, still floating but now able to consider Mark's question. And her semi-awake mind realized the victory over sleep would not last.

"Mark… Have you ever been drunk?"

"No."

"I have, once. My parents forced me. We're not drunk. This feels different… a lot different… so sexy… Oh no! Don't stop! Please don't stop!" The sexy finger that had been fondling the area around her aroused clitoris had left her.

Jada heard great tenderness in Mark's sleepy voice. "Your parents got you drunk?"

She cried, "What?! Yes, once… Oh, please come back! I don't want to remember! Not that, not now! Please come back, please!"

"Jada…" Lots of soft kisses on her cheek and the side of her nose, but still no finger returning to her clit. Jada whimpered in dismay. Mark pulled up his hand and sniffed it. His fingers were wet with Jada's vaginal flow and the smell was intoxicating. His mind drifted. Intoxicating? Jada's parents got her drunk? "My beautiful Jada… An accident?"

Her mind drifted against her will, reliving the awful memory. "No, they did it on purpose, forced the bottle into my mouth… it burned my throat… vodka… then gin… up my nose… It was horrible!" Great tears began to fall from Jada's eyes and she sobbed uncontrollably.

Mark gave a strangled cry. "Oh why…"

A scene Jada had tried to bury for the last two years began to play in her mind. It was unstoppable, as if she were being forced to watch the ghastly memories against her will. "To blame me," she sobbed. "For something they did… something awful… I was so ashamed… I never told anybody… not the police… not even Emily…"

"I remember… Emily…"

"Yes," Jada cried through her tears. "Someone loves me now! And I love her… but I've kept silent…" Jada gave a deep sigh, her sleepy mind floating in the conversation. "But I'm telling you. Isn't that strange?"

A gentle hand was holding her and caressing her body, breast to stomach, slow and caring strokes. But it no longer felt arousing to Jada, just infinitely tender. She felt like a young child, an infant, ancient memories buried for so many years. She was being cradled. She felt loved and cradled, and she began to unwind slightly, still deeply aroused but falling away from the need for sex. Mark lips were at her ear, her check, her lips, kissing her. "Yes, strange… Why tell me?"

Jada gave him a dreamy giggle. "Hmmm? Because I trust you… And I think I… Oh, I'm so sleepy. I can't believe I'm telling you this."

"Tell me what?"

There was a sleepy pause. "Will I scare you away?"

"Hmmm?"

"I don't want to scare you away. Oh no, I don't want that."

"You won't. I promise."

"You sure? Will I scare you away, if I tell you I love you?"

"You do?"

"Uh huh. Are you scared away?" Jada's lips began to tremble.

There was a long moment of silence, and then Mark stirred. "No. I think I love you too…"

Jada whimpered. "Then love me for real. Mount me, come inside me…" She cried softly, "You don't think I'm pretty?"

Soft kisses began to cover her naked breasts and nipples. "You are so incredibly beautiful… Sweet Jada, we should wait…:"

Jada frowned, her mind reacting with the directness of a child. All the adult layers of social politeness had been polished away. She whined, "But I want you now!"

More kisses at her breasts, tasting her nipples and then drifting up to her throat, and then to her ear. A gentle whisper, "Later… Please?"

"Hmmm…" Jada felt her body and mind sinking into a deeper sleep. She would soon lose what little consciousness she had. She made one last struggle for consciousness and found herself gazing into Mark's eyes, and then his tenderness somehow made the need for sex unnecessary. But the core prize of love was still in need of being captured. "Well, okay I guess. Promise?"

A big yawn. "So sleepy… Yes, I promise… So sleepy… Promise what?"

"It's a promise now, a promise to love me."

Mark was rapidly sliding into his own state of deep sleep. "Yes… to love you…"

"Okay… Don't forget… ever…" In her dream, Jada tried to say something more, but the battle was over, and everything became softness and love and peace.

Chapter 4.

Mark woke with a slow blink of his eyes, his mind barely making it to consciousness. There was bright, early-morning orange sunlight shining on the northern wall of the lounge. It was coming in horizontally from the southeast through the long row of windows across the room, behind where the buffet had been. The light had forced his mind awake.

Mark glanced up to one of several digital clocks mounted in the walls of the lounge area, just a few minutes before eight o'clock in the morning, somehow a tad later than he would have guessed. He turned his head away from the light, and his mind started to drift back to sleep immediately. He sighed in contentment and smiled in his dream. He was cuddling with a delightfully feminine creature. He could feel the warmth of her body in his arms as he slept, and holding her felt absolutely wonderful.

Mark blinked again, becoming instantly and fully awake. It was now close to 8:30 AM, and the first thing he saw was that some high clouds had moved in and were obscuring the morning sun. He turned his head and looked about the room.

Hannah and Ashley were lying on a nearby sofa entwined with each other. And across the room his sister Madison has sleeping with Emily and the other woman Mark did not know. Mark felt a rush of embarrassment. He was surrounded by half-nude sleeping women. And he hadn't seen his sister's naked breasts and pubis since ages ago, when he walked into what he thought was an empty bathroom just as she was stepping out of a shower. So long ago… Mark tore his eyes away after several seconds of staring. He had not realized how cute his sister had become. And her pubic fur, such a natural lovely and unusual color…

And Jada! She was lying cradled in his arms, sleeping peacefully, the front of her dress knotted from their earlier sexual play. Her breasts were completely out in the open.

His mind wandered to the previous night. "Where the hell is her bra? Probably on the floor somewhere. Oh my God, what is she going to think?!" Mark had a beautiful girl lying bare-breasted in his arms, peacefully sleeping. Such a lovely face, so beautiful, framed with soft curly dark hair tied in a simple ponytail. Mark remembered her gentle laughter and smiles when he stroked her hair during their earlier foreplay, so soft and clean…

Silent, frantic thoughts filled his mind. "Oh my God Jada! I hardly know you!" He worked the problem of how to wake Jada without embarrassing her. Could he untangle himself from her without waking her up? It didn't seem likely. One of his arms was a pillow for her, and the other tucked under her dress and legs tight against her butt. He could feel the warmth of her bare butt and the backs of her thighs against his arm. And the side of her hip was resting against his naked groin. Hell, his pants were down around his ankles! He had to do something! But what?

Mark looked at Jada and was relieved to see her dress was covering her hips and legs almost to her knees. Except for the skin contact, at least she was semi-decent now. But he remembered everything from the previous night, everything, including her bright joyful smile and dreamy laugh when he took her panties off, and how she cried out when he first lapped her labia with his tongue, how she gripped his head with her thighs. He remembered everything, how tightly she held him with her thighs, how she gasped as he licked her, how salty she tasted, oh the overwhelming emotions of tasting her… and the heady scent of her flow…

Mark gazed upon her, this beautiful, precious creature. Was there any way to wake her without embarrassing her? Mark stared at her breasts for a moment. So beautiful… He watched their quiet rise and fall. So beautiful… He was lost in their beauty. And then he saw her breath catch, her breasts tremble. His gaze lifted to her face. Her eyes were open. She had been watching him stare at her exposed breasts.

"I…" Mark was deeply chagrined, at a total loss for words.

Jada gave him a hard frown.

Mark finally managed a hoarse whisper. "Can we leave without waking the others? I don't want to embarrass my sister."

Jada sat up, looked around and realized what Mark was talking about. She gave him a stiff nod while still glaring at him, her jaw clenched in obvious fury. She got up, bared her teeth in revulsion at the sight of his limp penis, and then spun around and grabbed her purse and shoes and panties. She took one last look at Mark and then stormed off into the kitchen, her taut breasts bouncing slightly as she almost ran.

Mark got up and found her bra behind the sofa. He quickly followed her, pulling up his boxers and pants from his ankles and forgetting about everything else.

Jada walked across the width of the large kitchen and left through an opposite door. Mark walked through the door a few seconds later and found himself in a large empty pantry room. There were metal storage cabinets everywhere, similar to what was in the kitchen, and also a row of what looked like washers and driers for clothes on the left. There were also a few chairs by a table at the windows on the right. But where was Jada?

There was another door ahead, and Mark went through it and entered a large and opulent bathing area, with numerous sinks, toilets, shower areas and even a full sized Jacuzzi as the centerpiece of the room. Mark had a fleeting thought that it might be a women's bathroom. He didn't see any urinals.

What he did see was the back of Jada, the top of her dress still twisted in a knot by her shoulders. As the door from the pantry swung closed behind Mark, Jada whip-turned to face him. Her breasts were flying with her dress still fully open across her chest.

She hissed, "You! You monster! I remember last night! I remember everything! I have never been so humiliated!"

Mark walked to her and held out the bra sheepishly. "I found this." Jada snatched it out of his hands with a lightning snap of her arm and she shook her closed fist at him angrily.

"You!!!" she screamed. "Who do you think you are?! I'm going to prosecute! I'm going straight to the police! You violated me!"

"Hey, wait a minute! Jada, it wasn't me!"

"Like hell! I remember what you were doing last night! Are you claiming I wasn't drugged?!"

"No, of course you were! I was too! Jada, I'll go to the police with you. I'm a victim too!"

His plea of innocence brought her up short. "What?" she hissed. "Are you claiming you knew nothing about this?!"

"Absolutely!" He paused to catch his breath and thoughts. "Jada, think. My own sister was drugged. I think we all were. I'm not responsible for this. You've got to believe me!"

A long moment of silence passed. Mark maintained eye contact, determined not to glance down at her bare chest and ruin everything. Jada's eyes finally softened. "Well, perhaps… And if I've accused you unfairly, I apologize. How much do you remember about last night?"

"The same as you. Absolutely everything."

Jada frowned. "My gosh..." Another long pause. "Everything?" she whispered.

Mark nodded and couldn't stop his eyes. He glanced at the lovely breasts before him.

Jada glanced down and seemed to realize for the first time that she was still indecent on top. "Oh hell!" She turned around on the spotless tile and faced away from him and then slipped on her panties under her dress. Next she tried to put on the bra, but her dress was twisted in a knot and to straighten it she needed to pull it off first. Mark couldn't help but admire her beautiful, athletic body. Clad only in panties with her back to Mark, she quickly put on her bra.

Both her panties and bra were a royal shade of blue, a recent gift from Emily and matching the print of Jada's dress. She looked as if she were dressed in a swimsuit, and Mark gave a small cry of recognition as he snapped his fingers. "Of course! You're Jada Horowitz, aren't you? The star of the women's swim team!"

Jada turned to face him, her face blushing, her dress still bunched up in her hands. "Well, I'm not exactly… I mean yes, I'm the one who won the Conference All-around this year, but…"

"I knew it! I knew you looked familiar! I've seen all your meets!" he blurted out. "Last night, I just didn't recognize you with your clothes on!" Mark gasped as he realized how he must have sounded and he turned a beet red.

Jada's jaw dropped. She stared at him in astonishment for a moment and then grinned, and then she broke into a cheerful laugh. Mark thought he never heard a sweeter sound.

"Oh, this is so ridiculous Mark!"

He nodded and finally remembered to turn around, giving Jada some privacy to finish putting on her dress. "Thank you for believing me."

"Yeah…" Jada turned and glanced at him as she dressed, admiring his muscular back. He was wearing only a pair of pants, and she decided he looked very handsomely fit. Still, she decided, those were thoughts for another time and place. "Okay. I'm dressed now. Mark, do you have a cell phone? I still want to call the police."

He turned and faced her. "Yeah, I sure do. And I'll back you up with what's happened here." Mark reached back into his pants pocket and pulled out a rather large portable phone, staring down at it for a moment.

Jada gave a nervous frown. "Don't tell me. Let me guess. No signal, right?"

"Oh, this phone is never without good reception." Mark handed the phone to Jada.

"Really? How's that?"

"It's one of the new Leophones."

Jada stared at him blankly.

"Leophone, you know, Low Earth Orbit. It's a satellite phone. You must have heard the Leophone jingle on TV."

Jada shrugged. "I don't watch TV." She looked down at the phone. It felt much heavier than Emily's. "This thing looks incredibly expensive."

Mark shrugged back and nervously tried to sing. He was a bit off-key. "The Leophone, ta-da, the Leophone, ta-da, the size of a cell, ta-da, but raised to the power, cha-cha, raised to the power of the skies, cha-cha-cha!"

Jada grinned at his performance and said with playful mock sorrow, "No, I guess that's one ad I've missed." She opened the phone but before she could dial 911, the phone started ringing on its own. Without thinking, she answered the call. "Hello?'

"Jada? Is that you? I was expecting my brother. Where are you?" It was Madison's voice.

Jada replied, "We're a couple of rooms away on the other side of the kitchen. Mark's right here with me. Hold on." She handed the phone to Mark, and he put on the speakerphone so they could both hear.

Madison spoke up. "Great! We were all wondering where you were. Jada, can you come back to the lounge? Fatima was down in the underground tunnel before the party started. We were talking last night. There's something you should know."

Mark guessed that was the name of the other woman he saw sleeping with his sister. "Yeah, okay Maddy, we'll be there in just a minute." Madison acknowledged and signed off. Mark saw Jada staring at him quizzically as he closed the Leophone. He shrugged in apology. "Uh sorry, I have to take a leak."

"Oh. Yeah, good idea. Me too." Jada decided to put off her 911 call for a few minutes. She turned around and walked into one of the toilet stalls and calmly closed the door. After a second, Mark walked into another a few stalls away.

As he heard Jada start to urinate, he realized that by sharing a bathroom with him, Jada was offering him a large token of trust. He sighed and relaxed and voided his own bladder.

A minute later Mark and Jada returned to the lounge and met Fatima, the woman who had slept with Emily and Madison. Mark collected the rest of his clothes and finished dressing, and after brief introductions, Fatima began telling her story.

"My friends and I arrived at the tunnel downstairs a few minutes before 2 PM yesterday, just before the elevator started working. There was a huge line of people in front of us, over a hundred. We were all waiting to be let in. There was a large sign saying the parties would open at 1:57 PM."

"I didn't see any sign," said Jada.

"No, there was a large crowd of fraternity boys from Beta Sigma Rho, twenty of them in all. They took the sign with them. They were crashing the party."

"You know exactly how many there were?" asked Jada.

"Oh, it was easy to keep track." Fatima paused for a moment and then added, "It got a bit ugly down there waiting for the doors to open."

"What do you mean?" asked Hannah.

"The frat boys were roving the line, intimidating the few other guys there and asking the girls if they'd like a good time. I think about nine or ten actually said yes. I can't imagine why. Their behavior was so lewd, ogling the girls who refused them. The frat boys also brought along a few dates." Fatima sighed. "It was a large crowd, a very rowdy bunch. It was pretty obvious they'd been drinking."