Rainbow Party

Carly can hear his groin slapping against Sam.

Carly feels hot, but it's not sexual. She's angry. Fuck this boy, hurting her friend. Her brows pull together and she wants to say something to him, do something for her friend.

She glares at him, but it's no use. The boy's eyes are closed.

Then Carly hears it, the soft moans that come from Sam that are not the sounds of pain. Little gasps of breath, punctuated by tiny moans. Carly can feel Sam's chin buried in her groin. Leaning back on the bed, Carly sees Sam's eyes are closed, her face contorted.

Sam rolls her head from side to side in Carly's lap.

The boy is grunting softly.

Sam starts to softly whisper fuck, fuck. Oh. Fuck. Oh, oh.

The temperature in the room rises. Carly can feel moisture gathering in her underwear. She wants desperately to touch herself, to feel that delicious pressure between her legs. She wishes she had the courage to behave like Sam. Carly wishes she could kick off her pants, toss off her panties. Point her ass to a boy wearing only tattoos. She can't even get up the courage to reach between her own legs in front of these others.

Sam writhes and her face brushes against Carly's crotch. An intense bolt of pleasure races through Carly's body and she immediately closes her legs on Sam's head. It feels wrong to grind her pussy on her friend's chin, but Carly can hardly help herself. She is not thinking as much as reacting to her own body's demands.

But Sam is already moving, squirming. Twisting away from her.

The boy reaches between Sam's legs and she arcs her back, popping her head out from between Carly's legs. Carly feels an emptiness, a longing. Sam has a surprised look on her face and then she closes her eyes and starts to gasp. Carly feels a vacuum between her legs where her friend's head once rested. Watching her friend's face contort in delight, Carly inches down the bed, rocking her hips, trying to make body-to-body contact. It feels shameful to hump her friend for the release she so desperately needs, so Carly is moving slowly, trying to be discreet.

And then Sam is groaning, making loud noises, and so is the boy. He has stopped his thrusting and now he is just pushing his hips into her. Sam soon rolls flat on her back, laughing and sighing and stroking herself between her legs.

A great feeling of hopelessness washes over Carly.

The boy is making small talk but Carly hears very little of what he has to say. He pulls up his pants. When he leans to kiss Carly goodbye, she turns away. Looks at Sam.

He pecks her cheek.

Later, in the laundry room, Sam asks: "You okay?"

Carly nods. Then she shakes her head. She is stripping out of her lipstick stained shorts. Sam has offered to let her wear a pair of lacy boy short panties. Sam's panties are a little tight, but Carly is grateful to get out of her own moist underwear.

"He's a jerk," Carly says.

Sam is tugging on a matching set of panties, her eyes on Carly's hips, her thighs.

"Don't be too hard on the boys," Sam says.

A sudden storm of emotion wells up in Carly. It comes upon her so swiftly it makes her take two steps back. Her foot kicks a small metal pail and she swears softly, then kicks it across the tiny room. The pail clangs loudly in the corner.

"Fuck you," Carly says. It's not clear if she's talking to the bucket or to Sam.

Carly tucks her hair behind her ear. Her eyes are welling up with tears, but she doesn't want to cry. She looks Sam right in the eyes. "Fuck you," she says. "Fuck you."

Now it's clear who Carly is cursing.

Sam is looking at Carly warily, cringing. Carly's not even sure why she's so angry, but it's no use hiding it now. "Fuck you," she whispers again. She drops her face into her hands.

And now she's crying. Nothing left to hide.

Carly sobs softly into her hands.

Suddenly the door opens and a Latino girl wearing green lipstick is there. She says the game is tied three up. They really need Sam and Carly for the final round. Her voice is chipper at first but then as she takes in the scene in the laundry room, her voice fades to a hesitant, haltering tone. She stops, toys with her hair.

Sam crosses the little room and takes Carly in her arms. Sam tells the Latino girl they'll both be out soon. When the door closes, Carly takes a deep breath. She apologizes. Says she doesn't know what came over her.

Sam is softly cooing her support, telling Carly that a rainbow party can have that effect on you, especially your first one.

Carly basks in her friends arms. It feels warm, it feel right.

"I'm a virgin," Carly hears herself say. It's like she's dropped her backpack filled with school books, heavy binders, and paper notes. Carly can feel her cheeks warming. She looks into Sam's eyes and sees warmth, compassion.

Sam traces her fingers the length of Carly's jaw.

"I am too," Sam says.

Carly laughs, wiping the tears from her eyes. "No you're not," she says.

Sam straightens her back.

"Well," Sam says. Her voice is small. Hesitant.

Her arms fall from Carly's shoulders. "Technically I am," Sam says.

"Still," she adds.

Carly swallows her laughter. Her eyes still sting.

For a brief second, it looks to Carly as if Sam has been struck. But then the look disappears and it's hard for Carly to tell what is going through her friend's mind.

Sam is looking at the floor.

She shrugs her shoulders. "You know," she says, looking up. "A virgin."

Carly feels as if she would give anything—do anything, pay any price—if she could have the last ten seconds to do one more time.

***

Not everything a rainbow party has to teach is about sex.

It's late. Most of the boys have gone home. Some of the girls have given up. Swan-girl is gone. A few of the other girls too. The Latino girl with the green lipstick says there's still a chance. Some girls will have to double down, apply more than one color.

She says it will be messy.

Sam will not meet Carly's eyes. Each time Carly goes to stand by her, Sam smiles wanly then manages to worm her way to the other side of the small group of girls. Besides Carly, it's just the black girl, the Latino girl and Sam.

The only boy left is Jimmy Manley.

The Latino girl says it's going to be hard to make Jimmy shoot and the black girl gives her a knowing grin. Sam rolls her eyes. The black girl grabs her breasts and says she has the wrong equipment to make Jimmy cream. Carly gathers that Jimmy is mostly gay, but he won't admit it to anyone, much less himself. Sam stands up for Jimmy, won't allow the other girls to mock him. At the same time, Sam has confidence in the girls' ability to win.

"We can make Jimmy come," she says.

The girls all laugh, bumping one another's shoulders. Each of them will do two colors, except for Carly who will do only violet. She has already applied it to her lips. Carly fingers the little silver medallion hanging from her neck.

Carly likes how Sam won't allow the other girls to make fun of poor Jimmy.

His pants are off and he is sitting on the couch in a t-shirt and socks. Every now and again he reaches between his legs and pets himself.

He has a huge cock.

As the girls kneel at his feet and apply the colors, Carly watches Jimmy. He looks smug, confidant. The girls are swapping lipsticks as fast as they can, but it's not fast enough. Jimmy never really looks like he's close to coming.

Sam applies the indigo to Jimmy's cock, lingering for as long as she can.

As she rises from her knees, Carly notes the way Sam's lacy panties have crept up into the cleft between her legs, the sexy smear of yellow and indigo on her lips and cheeks. It's as if Carly's virgin friend were some sort of bubble gum whore.

Carly can feel her own tummy rolling with desire.

She leans over Jimmy and whispers quietly into his ear.

And then she is on her knees, slipping her mouth around his big dick. She takes his dickhead all the way to the back of her throat. It's a little uncomfortable for her to have a cock that far back in her mouth, but she hopes it feels good for him. She keeps her lips away from his shaft, so as not to foul any of the other girl's colors. As she backs off, she gets to the top of his shaft, and clamps her lips under the knob, making her mark. She gently scrapes her fingernails on the inside of his thigh, then reaches back behind his scrotum, tickling the place between his testicles and his asshole. She hears him groan—that same little sound that Sam made upstairs. She can feel his ball sack rise and then the warm cream is filling her mouth. The first hot burst goes down her throat and is lost.

She repositions her head so she can collect the rest in her mouth.

When she gets off her knees, the room is quiet. Carly feels a sense of déjà vu and then she opens her mouth and the déjà vu passes. The remaining girls gasp as one, and Carly feels unlike anything she has ever felt before in her life.

Carly swallows her first mouthful of semen.

It's salty and thick and it goes down hard and she makes a grimace and then has to gasp for air. And then she feels herself rising off her feet, as if she is flying. One of the girls has her in her arms and then she is sandwiched between breasts and thighs, and yipping excited girls. Sam rubs her head, smiling.

Unwinding herself from the others, Carly reaches out for Sam. When Carly is finally standing toe to breast with her friend, she tilts her head kisses her on the lips. Pressing her tongue into her friend's warm mouth, Carly wraps her arms around Sam. Using her height advantage, Carly pushes her friend back, back, back, until Sam is near the couch, and then both girls tumble onto the cushions in one another's arms. Carly has her hands on her friend's face, petting and stroking her cheeks. Soon Carly feels her friend's tongue exploring her mouth. Carly feels her friends hips grinding onto her thigh and she sends her own hips rocking.

The black girls clears her throat and laughs. Carly stops kissing and looks into her friend's eyes.

"Do you two want to go upstairs?" the Latino girl says. She is sitting in Jimmy's lap, twirling her fingers in his hair. He does not look too upset.

"What did she whisper in your ear?" the black girl asks Jimmy.

He blushes, looks at Carly.

"I told him I'm a virgin," Carly says. "I said no boy has ever given me a mouthful of his cum."

Everyone laughs.

"It's a lie," Sam chirps. "She's not as innocent as she looks."

Nuzzling her head into Sam's neck, Carly whispers so that only her friend can hear: "Do you have a dildo?"

Sam nods her head.

Carly turns her body so that her pussy is pressed flat against Sam's thigh. "Do you know how to use it?" Carly whispers. She begins to gently rock her hips. "I want to have a dildo party," she hums. "Just like the young girls in Carnal do."

Looking into Sam's eyes, Carly says: "I've been saving myself for someone just like you."