Jack's PartybyJ.Q. Hack©
Responsibility has never been my strong suit. That made it all the more surprising when my parents left me in charge of my younger brother. My dad had some sort of business trip in Miami and the company would fly one other person down too. My parents decided to add a few extra days and take a mini-vacation away from the snow and cold of February in Pennsylvania.
"Rick, you're in charge," my dad said. "Don't let your brother do anything stupid, and while we're away why don't you look for a job?"
I quit my last job a month earlier. That's what I do -- I work at jobs until I have some money saved up and then I quit. When I need more money I find another job. My last job was delivering pizzas. I had that one for nearly nine months -- the longest I'd stayed at any one place. I've done that since I finished high school six years ago, but I think my parents are getting tired of me always being around and not doing anything. I know I would be if I had to put up with me too.
Last Thursday I actually did look for a job, but by three in the afternoon I was home watching my stories on TV. Jack, my little brother -- well he is almost nineteen, came home from school.
"Rick, let me ask you a question," he said.
"Make it quick. The commercials are almost over."
"Saturday night, I want to have a party. Just a few friends; we'll keep it small and quiet. Whattya think?"
"Mom and dad said 'no,'" I said. I didn't really care one way or the other if he had a party I just didn't want to put up with his stupid friends.
"Listen, if you let me do this there's something in it for you," Jack offered.
Okay, now I was listening. "And what do you have that I need?"
"I'll get you a case of beer, Miller, your favorite. A bunch of my buddies on the basketball team are pitching in so you don't even have to kick in a dime."
"Alright, Saturday night and not too many people," I said. "But, here are the rules: everybody stays downstairs and I don't want it too noisy. Plus, my beer has to be in the refrigerator and cold by seven o'clock."
Jack had a huge grin on his face; he spun on his heels and pumped his fist twice into the air. "Fuck, yeah," he shouted, showing all the exuberance of an eighteen-year old guy. He ran upstairs to his room. Thankfully that was all said and done with before the commercials were over.
True to his word my beer was in the refrigerator before seven on Saturday night. They even added a surprise and gave me a bag of chips. My brother and his friends were stand up guys. I was all set for a long night of TV watching.
By eight-thirty it sounded like the party was in full swing. I heard the sounds of people talking and laughing. My brother and his friends kept the music to a manageable level -- the last thing I needed was a nosey neighbor coming over to see what the racket was all about.
As for me I was content to sit on my ass in front of the TV with my beer and chips. I came across a Planet of the Apes marathon on AMC and found another reason to stay glued to the chair.
Throughout the night I didn't see too many people. His friends knew enough to stay downstairs in the rec room. After all it was finished and the fridges had plenty of room for their beer and liquor. Occasionally somebody would wander upstairs to use the bathroom if the line became too long downstairs. I didn't mind too much as long as they did their business and returned to the party, leaving me alone. I was impressed; my brother and his friends showed much more responsibility than I ever have.
Much later, just as the monkeys were beginning their revolt against their human overlords, I heard the basement door creak open. Some brown haired chick wandered into the living room carrying a clear plastic cup. A red liquid sloshed around inside the cup. She was dressed in a white tank top and plaid boxer shorts. I figured she must've discarded the clothes she came in since nobody in their right mind walks around Libertyville or western Pennsylvania like that in February. She stopped in the middle of the living room floor and looked at me.
"Who are you?" she asked. Her speech was slurred and she swayed a bit as she tried to stand still.
"I'm nobody. Now go back downstairs," I said. I looked her over. She was a cute girl, definitely the type I went after -- nice firm handfuls, long smooth legs and a good juicy butt. I recognized her as Tiffany, the senior captain of the cheerleading squad, but I wasn't really interested in trying to fuck any of my brother's friends, even if they were hot and drunk. I turned my concentration back to the movie.
"You must be Jack's brother." She staggered over to the couch and planted herself. The red liquid in her cup nearly spilled onto the floor.
I cringed until she regained control of the cup.
"You should try this," she said. "It tastes like Kool-Aid, but only with liquor in it." She giggled.
"I think I'll pass," I said. I focused my attention back on the TV.
"What're you watching?" Tiffany asked after a moment or two of quiet.
"It's Planet of the Apes," I said.
Tiffany stared intently at the TV with a confused look on her face. It was almost painful to watch this drunk chick try to process something.
"Are you sure?" she said. "I don't see Mark Wahlberg at all -- he's so cute isn't he?"
I nearly lost the grip on my beer I was so shocked. "This is a classic. How could you not know it?"
Tiffany looked at me and shrugged her shoulders. Her shoulders brushed against the two pigtails she had her hair pulled into.
"I mean it has Charlton Heston and Roddy McDowall and who can forget Kim Hunter as Zira. This is cinematic gold here," I said, pointing at the TV. "You'll be a better person for having seen this."
Tiffany settled back into the couch and started to watch the movie. I continued to sit there munching on my chips and drinking my beer.
After a few minutes Tiffany looked at me sullenly.
After a minute or two of her looking like this I asked her, "What's wrong?"
"Do you know Bobby Lake?"
"I've heard of him, but I can't say I know him."
"He was, or is I guess, the quarterback on the football team."
"Oh, okay," I said. Thank goodness she started this line of inquiry while commercials were on.
"We were dating for about six months but then out of the blue he dumped me two weeks ago."
"That sucks," I said.
"He dumped me for that whore, Bree Parker. I couldn't believe he dumped me for her, it would've almost been better if it had been with one of my friends, but not that slut," Tiffany said.
By this time her voice had started to choke up and her tears were flowing freely.
"I'm sure you'll find a guy that's better than him. If he left you for that kind of girl you then you really don't need him," I said. Hell I was starting to sound like some sort of relationship therapist. "I'm sure it will work out for the best in the end, though."
"I suppose you're right."
Tiffany knew enough to keep quiet when the commercials were over. For that I was thankful. I hadn't really wanted any company tonight but as long as she didn't blather on too much longer about the ex-boyfriend or interrupt the movie then we'd get along just fine. While the movie played Tiffany nursed her spiked punch drink and occasionally I heard a slight sob coming from her direction.
Once the next set of commercials started Tiffany started back in without missing a beat.
"Do you wanna know what he told me the other day?"
I cast a sidelong glance in Tiffany's direction. "Only if you have to."
"He told me that Bree was better in bed than I was!" Tiffany said. "Do you believe that shit? I can't believe he'd even compare me to her."
"Well maybe she is," I said. I really wasn't in much of a mood for this conversation. Not that I'm opposed to hot chicks talking about sex; I'm not -- I just didn't want to hear her bitch about this other girl all night.
"Bobby even said she gave better blowjobs than I do," Tiffany said.
"I suppose he'd know?" I mumbled. I was starting to feel a little annoyed.
"I give the best blowjobs in the world," Tiffany proclaimed proudly.
My ears perked up a bit but I just shot Tiffany a sidelong glance. I'd heard this same line from tons of girls and my bullshit detector was going to start ringing soon if she kept on like this.
"I'm sure," I said.
"What? Don't you believe me?" Tiffany said.
"In the world?" I said. "I'm just saying that there's a lot of girls out there that claim to be the best."
"Well I've had tons of practice," she said. She sounded a little defensive. "I know I'm way better than that whore Bree ever could be."
"I could see maybe the best in this shitty town, but even that might be a stretch. Perhaps the best in the senior class or maybe even best on the cheerleading squad -- I mean when I was in school those chicks were legendary."
Now I was just needling Tiffany to see what kind of rise I could get out of her. I must've been hitting pretty close to her over inflated ego and I thought she wouldn't stand for that. I figured she'd eventually get pissed off and storm back downstairs leaving me in peace but I wasn't prepared for what happened next.
"I really am the best," she said. "Why won't you believe me?"
"All I'm saying is the world is a big place. I'm sure there are plenty of girls out there saying pretty much the same thing you're saying."
"Maybe, but the big difference is that they're all liars and I'm not." Tiffany flashed her eyebrows in an I-gotcha-there moment.
"I still think it's a pretty big claim and you've given no evidence that it's true," I said. I shrugged my shoulders, grabbed a handful of chips and took a long chug from my beer. "Okay, the movie is back on."
After a few seconds of quiet Tiffany said, "I'll prove it."
I rolled my eyes and said, "Whatever."
Tiffany sat her cup down on the end table spilling some of the red liquid onto the carpet. "Oops," she said. As quick as she said that her mind was back on track. Tiffany stood up and slipped her tank top off over her head and tossed it onto my lap.
I took a long swig of my beer as I eyed her up and down. There was no doubt in my mind at all that she was cute. Her skin was light tan and she had a nice thin waist with a gorgeous flat tummy. Her nipples were a dark pink that contrasted nicely with her light olive-toned skin.
Tiffany dropped onto all fours and without taking her eyes off of me for a second she crawled the few feet over to me. I had no idea whether this chick was toying with me or not but I loved every second of it. When she got to me she put her hands on my knees and started to rub my legs. She never broke eye contact with me as her hands disappeared up the legs of my shorts.
"Okay, what's going on here?" I said.
Tiffany looked at me as if I'd just said the dumbest thing in the world. "I'm going to prove my point. Or, aren't you into this sort of thing?" Tiffany smirked.
"No, no. I'm definitely into this."
"Then shut up and relax," Tiffany said. Tiffany pushed my shirt up exposing my stomach. She lightly dragged her fingertips down my stomach and lightly caressed the growing bulge in my shorts. She leaned forward and kissed my stomach, I could feel her firm titties mashed into my crotch -- they felt so plump and ripe I couldn't wait to get my hands on them. Tiffany kissed my stomach in a couple more places and I could feel her tongue along my sensitive skin.
"You like that?" Tiffany asked.
I nodded my head, unable to really utter a word or even a sound.
Next, Tiffany grabbed my belt and yanked. As soon as the buckle came undone she'd unbuttoned the waist and was tugging at the legs.
I couldn't believe what was happening to me. I could hear the faint sounds of the party wafting up the basement steps and through the door. All of the sudden the movie didn't mean a thing and I really didn't mind being interrupted like this.
"Here, let me help you." I wiped potato chip grease and crumbs off my hands on the side of the chair I was in. I lifted my hips and pushed my shorts the rest of the way off. I kicked them off my feet and to the side.
Tiffany smiled as she took my prick in her hands. Her hands felt warm and soft to the touch.
"You have a very nice cock," she said. She started to slowly stroke it as I felt it stir and grow in her hand. Ever so gently she pulled on my dick, squeezing it and then releasing the pressure, varying the sensation as her hand move up and down my shaft.
"I knew it wouldn't take long before you were nice and hard," she said.
Tiffany lowered her head, parting her lips as the head of my cock slid into her mouth. I felt her wet tongue lap at the sensitive underside of the head of my prick. I shivered for a second as the sensations washed over me.
"Mmm, that's nice," Tiffany said. She dipped her head again pulling more of my dick into her wet eager mouth. She tugged on one of her nipples, twisting it until it stood hard and erect on the end of her tit. I gasped as I felt her tongue slide from the swollen head of my prick, along the thick vein on its underside. Her tongue moved with practiced ease and without the slightest bit of hesitation.
The bulbous helmet of my prick glistened from Tiffany's spit and the pre-come that oozed from its tip like a river. Tiffany pulled her head away and began to jerk me off using a twisting motion around the girth of my cock, up and down my shaft. I watched with delight as the tip of my prick would disappear into her hand only to re-emerge. Tiffany seemed to know a thing or two about what she was doing, I'd give her that.
Tiffany licked her lips and lowered her head into my lap once again. Instead of stopping with the tip she attacked my engorged member with vigor. I gasped with pleasure as my prick went into her mouth inch by inch until her cute button nose was buried into my pubic hair. I felt her throat contract and then relax enough to allow my dick head to push its way in. Tiffany's tongue massaged the base of my cock in a way I'd never experienced before.
Tiffany's eyes started to tear up and her face burned red as I felt and heard a low gagging noise erupt from the back of her throat. I could feel warm saliva drip from her mouth and coat my balls. Tiffany pulled back as a long thick strand of spit clung to her lower lip. She wiped her lips clean and instead of swallowing her spit she let it fly from her mouth. A thick gob of wetness coated my cock and Tiffany's hand. Tiffany jerked my prick until it glistened all over with her spit. 'Wow,' I thought, 'this is just like a porno movie and it's all happening to me.'
"Wow, you really made me gag," Tiffany said. She wiped away the tears streaking her cheek with the back of her hand.
"I do what I can," I said.
Tiffany moved her attention away from my prick and started to slowly lick one of my balls. I'd never been one for having my balls sucked on but this time it felt really good. Her tongue fluttered along the underside of my nut sack -- her touch wasn't too heavy but not light enough that I didn't feel anything. The sensations I'd been feeling changed as Tiffany slipped one of my come-filled balls into her mouth. The warmth and wetness of her mouth enveloped it as it rolled around her tongue and slid along her cheeks. The whole time she was doing this Tiffany was slowly stroking my cock, keeping it nice and hard.
I laid my head against the back of the chair and closed my eyes. Tiffany's mouth kept working on my balls. She would take one into her mouth and then the other, never letting one go for too long without receiving some attention. While this was going on my ears picked up the sound of footsteps coming up from the basement. Somewhere in the back of my head I heard the door open and I knew we were right out in the open for anybody to see but as long as Tiffany didn't seem to mind I certainly didn't care.
"Oh fuck," I heard a female voice say. I looked up but I didn't see anybody. I heard the basement door creaking on its hinges as it shut.
A few seconds later I heard what sounded like multiple people coming up the steps. There was the sound of drunken giggling as they tried to open the door. As soon as the giggling began it stopped.
"Shh," somebody whispered.
"See I told you." It was the voice of the first girl that had come up the steps.
"Is that Tiffany?" the second girl said.
"Yeah, it's Tiffany," a third girl said.
Tiffany didn't seem to notice the whispered conversation going on behind her back. She pulled my cock back into her mouth, pushing it along her cheek and puffing it out. I felt her teeth lightly rubbing along my prick, stimulating the nerves, making them jump to life. Tiffany looked up at me with her big brown eyes and winked. She knew what she was doing to me and I think that wink told me she knew we had an audience.
"Who's that guy?" the third girl asked.
"I think that's Jack's brother."
"I thought Tiffany was dating Bobby?" the second girl said.
"No, he broke up with her."
I knew Tiffany heard that. Her head jerked in recognition, interrupting her smooth rhythm.
"It's okay," I said. I put a light hand on her head. Tiffany looked up as if apologizing.
I looked up and I could see three figures back in the shadows but watching us intently.
"You know there's plenty of room in here," I said. I motioned towards the empty couch.
"Ooh, that's disgusting." This was followed by the basement door opening and the sound of feet going down the steps.
"Becca, where the fuck are you going?"
I looked up to see a girl with light brown hair dressed in a tight t-shirt and jeans sit on the edge of the couch farthest away from us. I raised my hand in a half wave and she smiled back at me thinly. Occasionally she looked over at us self-consciously.
While this had been going on Tiffany had been working on my prick in overdrive. My shaft glistened from all of her excess spit as it drooled from her mouth and flowed down my shaft. She jerked me off with her hand while her tongue lapped at the tip of my cock. I could feel my balls begin to tighten up announcing that my orgasm was fast approaching.
Our new audience slid down the couch to get a closer look. Tiffany stopped what she was doing long enough to see who was watching us.
"Hi, Becca," Tiffany said while holding my throbbing cock in her hand.
"Hey, Tiff," Becca said. I could see her face blush a little. Becca bit her bottom lip and said, "Don't let me stop you."
I never thought I'd like to have an audience like this but I must admit it was pretty fucking hot. As impossible as it sounds I felt like I'd gotten harder seeing this cute girl sitting there intently watching what was going on. Becca sat there quietly taking the whole scene in and really enjoying it, judging how her hands would sneak between her legs for a brief moment, or she'd reach up and tweak a nipple through her shirt; sometimes she'd rub her flat stomach like she was debating taking her top off.
"That's the spot," I said to Tiffany. She pressed her head more firmly into my lap taking the last length of my cock into her mouth and down her gullet. She was starting to gag and spit again but she wasn't letting up at all. My cock felt like it was wrapped in silk as she gently sucked at my prick.
Becca slid off the couch onto the floor and moved closer to us. She pushed some of Tiffany's hair away from her face so she could get a nice clear view of the action. Becca reached up and started to rub my leg. Her neck and chest looked like it was flushed with arousal.
Soon it was the farthest thing from my mind. I felt my cock spasm once then twice. That was replaced by that familiar sense of urgency where I'd passed a point where no amount of slowing down would help.
"Oh, shit," I moaned.
Tiffany sealed her lips around the base of my cock. She was intent on swallowing it all. Becca wiggled her hips a bit and tried to move in closer.