Chapter 14: What Excites You

Fenna and I walked into the backyard. Mark stood behind the grill. Does he ever do anything else at parties? He didn’t even wear a costume. A blonde woman knelt in front of him and gave him a blowjob. A neighbour, in a striped, Where’s Waldo outfit, swung his beer around as he talked. Smoke wafted from the grill and gave the backyard a wonderful BBQ aroma. Two women, one in a schoolgirl costume, one in a doctor’s costume, stood behind Mark, with wine classes and cigarettes.

Abigail had set up black curtains that covered half the shallow end of the pool and part of the deck area. James stood in the shallow end, while Robert swam in the deep end with two mothers, both naked. Near the pool, passed out on separate lawn chairs, lay two men, both naked, one, the black man, had one leg off the lounger, as if to expose and show off his soft black cock. The Asain, with his hands behind his head, snored, while his erect dick twitched. Around them, in groups of three and four, people, almost all nude, talked, drank, and caressed each other. Light jazz played in the background, soft enough to allow conversation to flow. A cloud of marijuana smoke wafted across Fenna and me. She kissed my cheek and wandered off after the smell. Steam rose off the clear blue pool. Too cold to remove my clothes, and I didn’t want to get wet, but for the first time in my life, I wanted to swim.

I snuck around the curtains, where grunts and groans emerged. No breeze, and yet the curtains moved. The blackout curtains hung from silver poles, the top open, and the sounds from inside wafted out: moans, grunts, squishy, slimy sounds, and a scream. I dreaded what I would find. The hairs on the back of my neck tickled me, my hand paused and shook, as I lifted it to the curtain. Halloween, Abigail style, what awaited me inside? Something sexual, Abigail, but what else? Blood, lots of fake blood? Some torture chamber? But how did she incorporate the siren motif?

I stuck my head between the curtains, and the sight floored me. Naked bodies intertwined everywhere. Abigail lay on her back, a huge, muscled football player fucked her. His abs and pecs, defined, massive, as he thrust hard. Char, on all fours, with a dad behind her, pudgy, with a belly, sweat fell from his chin and landed on Char’s back as he fucked her. Ada walked around, nude, with a camera, as Stella bounced on a skinny boy from my English class, and her breasts caused my pussy to twitch. The whole area smelled like sex and chlorine.

Half in the water, an older lady, older than Mom, lay with her elbows on the black jigsaw mat that Abigail had placed on deck, the lady’s small breasts, with wrinkles on the side, hung out the sides of her tiger costume, while Robert, with his hands on her ankles, buried his head in her crotch.

A young naked woman, with her arms around an older man, pushed past me. They smelled like sex. “I never would have known,” the girl said. Her hand held his ass, while her head leaned on his shoulder, and her fingernails, on his ass, glittered in the half-light, while water dripped off her short hair and ran down her spine. She had wide hips and walked bow-legged.

“You learn tricks as you get older,” he said, and they both laughed, which made me smile. Lust for sure, but maybe, in the future, it would grow into love.

Abigail and Char kissed while the men pounded them from behind. Beside them, a woman dressed like a teacher, who might teach at our high school, had two guys inside her. One, a black kid from my English class, Frank or Francis, lay on his back with her apple-sized right breast in his oversized mouth, while Sofia’s dad fucked her ass. Camila, Sofia’s mother, lay on her back, legs wide, her fingers inside her thick, matted, black haired pussy, and a wet pile of clothes beside her head. I wanted to join them, especially Camila, with her bright red lips, dark red nipples, and spread, butterfly pussy, but I also wanted to spend some time with Fenna. An image of my face buried in Camila’s pussy, while Fenna fucked me, caused me to turn away to find Fenna. I hadn’t spent any time with her tonight, and I missed her. I wanted her to join Char and me, my two best friends. If I hurried, I could find Fenna, drag her back here, and join Char, Abigail, and Camila.

The pot smokers hadn’t seen her, although I don’t know how much they saw through the haze or how much they could remember, as all four looked confused when asked. Why would anyone want to miss this Halloween party or forget the orgies all around us? I couldn’t stick around, the smell made me nauseous and a little sad.

I walked over to the BBQ. Mark had put away his dick and leaned over the huge metal grill with a brush and a bowl of oil. A few steaks, hamburgers, and chicken pieces lay on a white plate. His entourage had wandered away, though the two women hadn’t gone far. They sat on a wooden bench, arms around each other, and kissed.

“Eat, or are you in your not-eating phase?” Mark said and gestured to the food. Besides the meat, some red, green, and yellow grilled peppers lay charred in a clear sauce. Everything smelled wonderful. While an asshole, he grilled well.

“Fuck you, asshole,” I said under my breath as I grabbed a skewer of peppers and a piece of chicken. Only two remained on the plate. Behind me, someone screamed, followed by a splash from the pool. I didn’t trust Mark and wouldn’t turn my back on him.

“What was that?” he asked and stared at me. He held the brush like a sword, ready to cut me in half.

“Nothing,” I said, paused, and mentally said ‘fuck it,’ I didn’t care what he thought. “I said you’re an asshole.” I braced myself for the scream, the condemnation, that I knew he would direct at me.

“I thought so,” he said, and returned to his beloved grill. The fucker didn’t even care enough to yell at me, but instead, he dismissed me out of hand, no second thought. Bastard.

The chicken and peppers tasted divine, I actually hummed as I nibbled.

“Where the fuck is Abby?” Rachel screamed at Robert, while Matt held her shoulders. “Inside,” Robert said and pointed to the black curtains. A brunette, one of the cheerleaders, held onto the side of the pool while Robert fucked her from behind. Waves radiated from them as she moaned. The scent of chlorine mixed with the BBQ and reminded me of the wrap-up party, when Lisa accidentally booked a stripper instead of a rapper.

Rachel wiggled out from under Matt’s hands and rushed to the curtain. I waited to hear screams or shouts or something, anything, except the silence that emanated from behind the curtains. Matt and I glanced at each other, our eyes wide. Fuck, did Rachel kill Abigail, or did Abigail kill Rachel? We both slow-walked to the curtains. Fucking sounds grew louder as we approached, the smell of sweat and chlorine more pronounced. The air tickled my nipples under my thin, transparent shirt.

Abigail and Char each held a side of Rachel down, Char on the right with her pussy in Rachel’s face, and Abigail on the left, with her face in Rachel’s pussy. Rachel muffled, screamed, and moaned, while the girls held her down, while the football player and the dad stared at the trio, rejected. Stella had paused her bounces and watched. Even the older lady that James serviced held James’ head away from the crotch to watch the two girls hold Rachel down. Camila’s husband had abandoned the other lady and fucked Camila in the ass, while she moaned and rubbed her breasts on the black mat.

“I guess they made up,” I said. I wanted to switch places with Rachel, but instead of Abigail, I wanted Fenna.

“Not likely, but at least we will have peace for the rest of the night,” Matt said. Rachel half-fought, half-held Char. Above Rachel, legs on either side, stood Ada, camera in one hand to film the action, while the other rubbed her clit in frantic motions. Matt squeezed my hand, and apple, cider, chlorine sweat filled my nose.

“Have you seen Fenna?” I asked Matt. He stared at Rachel with lust and admiration in his eyes, while he unconsciously moved my hand to his crotch and his rock-solid dick. I almost grabbed it, but knew that it would distract me and I wouldn’t find Fenna, who I really wanted to fuck tonight. He released my hand and took a step towards Rachel as he said, “I saw her going to the garage.” Stella had moved on top of James, and had a guy behind her in her ass. The older lady licked and played with Stella’s breasts. Matt, like a zombie, stared at Rachel, with Abigail’s pussy in her face, Char’s face in Rachel’s pussy, and Ada’s toned, small-breasted body as she squatted over all three and rubbed herself. Dick out, he shuffled towards them.

“Thirty minutes. Parties over in thirty minutes,” Mark shouted to groans. Fuck. I had barely seen Fenna tonight, and now I had only thirty minutes to find and fuck her. Asshole always knows what to say and do to ruin everything. Others on the deck shuffled towards the sliding doors, most naked with clothes in their hands, but some still wore their costumes, with their naughty bits exposed.

Fewer people milled around in the living room. Only a couple of people stood at our booth, so Lise, Amir, and Julia could easily handle it.

Ava and Sofia sat on the garage steps. The inside of the garage stunk of urine and shit. They appeared exhausted. Ava’s braid had come undone, and some of her blonde, silky hair stood up. Sofia had hair plastered to her face, and some of her mascara ran down her cheeks.

“You had the scariest haunted house ever,” I said as I massaged Ava’s shoulders. Tight, she needed more than just a massage. Sofia would help her later. I wanted to join them, to listen to Ava’s stupid jokes, and help Sofia loosen Ava, but I wanted time with Fenna more. Maybe, after I find Fenna, we could all work on Ava.

“Fucking asshole pissed on me,” Sofia said. She sat topless. Her dark breasts kept drawing my gaze, and I almost switched from rubbing Ava’s shoulders to Sofia’s shoulders and chest. I also knew that if I switched, I might forget to find Fenna.

“That was fucking funny. The way you screamed and cursed her,” Ava laughed. “You were so pissed.” Ava laughed, and Sofia smiled, an exhausted smile.

“Wasn’t funny when more people pissed their pants and that old man shat himself,” Sofia said, but laughed as Ava smiled. She stared at Sofia with doe eyes, still in love, so now I wanted Fenna more than anything.

“Have you seen Fenna?” I asked, with the secret hope that Fenna would magically appear to scare me, kiss me, and drag me anywhere and do unspeakable things that I will totally share with Char to make her jealous.

“No, maybe downstairs,” Sofia said as she leaned her head on Ava’s shoulder, “We did great.” I wandered downstairs. Yassim and Emilio lay naked beside the two helper girls, all four asleep. The pale girl had whip marks on her belly and lay with her legs over Emilio’s belly and her head on Yassim’s chest. The other girl, Asian, lay curled up against Yassim, his arm under her head. Bella and Luca stood side by side, holding hands and laughing.

“Who knew D&D nerds could be so wild. Do you remember that football player?” Bella said and took a swig from her cooler. Her belly and right breast had claw marks, while Luca’s left thigh had two welts on the front. Her blond hair stuck to her face, while black stuff covered Luca’s right jaw and neck.

“Yeah, he lost it when the cheerleader asked to join our next D&D game, if we brought the bondage stuff,” Luca said and grabbed the cooler from her and swallowed the rest. Bella hit him and said, “No, stupid, the other football player, the lineman, huge guy, who broke the pillory, when he said this was the coolest haunted house ever.” Bella picked up another cooler from the bunch at her feet.

“No, when was that?” Luca asked and tried to grab her cooler, but she moved too fast and dodged him. She smiled, exhausted, while he smiled and his eyes sparkled, too much energy, too much love for Bella.

“Bella, have you seen Fenna?” I asked. We could join these two, whatever they had planned. Bella always had crazy ideas, and it appeared that Luca did also.

They turned to me. “I’m pissed at you, you never came to our haunted house,” Bella said and hid the bottle behind her back while Luca grabbed for it. He circled her while she kept the bottle safe behind her.

“You are? I’m sorry, but it did,” I said. I didn’t want her mad, but I also didn’t want to tell her about the crappy visit I had.

“No, stupid, I’m not mad. You’re so gullible,” Bella said and twirled around to avoid Luca’s lunge. Clear liquid splashed around. Luca gave up on the bottle and just tackled Bella. The two fell onto the soft carpet in a bundle of arms, legs, and laughter. With a heavy heart and an ache in my cunt, I left to find Fenna.

At midnight the party officially ended. Mark announced the end to groans and a naked basketball player who wanted to fight him, but his buddies subdued him and pulled him from the house. Mark, Lisa, and Mom started in the backyard and slowly moved people out of the house, but they allowed the team to stay. I had lost Fenna, and while I helped them move people and get cabs and Ubers, I looked for her.

Upstairs, gross, shit brown mud covered Rachel’s room, the hallway, and most of the bathroom. A trail led into Anna’s room, which I tried to open to see if Fenna had joined them, but they had locked the door, and they didn’t respond to my knocks.

With the house empty of outside party guests, Lisa, Mom, and Mark disappeared into their bedroom—still no Fenna.

In the living room, Rachel and Matt lay curled up together on a white carpet with red-wine stains. Amir, still sober, had driven Fenna’s and Lise’s parents’ home, while Stella drove Brad, Sunshine, and Julia home. Ada took Abigail, James, Robert, Bella, and Luca home, and Yassim and his crew had shared an Uber.

The house felt lonely, too still, too empty, and way too quiet. Eva and Sofia lay asleep on a couch together, still in their black outfits, and their faces calm. Eva made small snort noises, while Sofia had heavy breaths. No music played. A haze still hung in the air.

I found Fenna in the booth with Lise. They hugged on the ground, Fenna beside the pool of vomit, and cried. Her cheeks, nose, and ears glowed a bright red. Lise’s blonde hair stuck to the back wall, almost like a halo around her head.

“Let’s never fight again,” Fenna said as tears streamed down her face. Her arm around Lise, her hand squeezed Lise’s shoulder, as she sat, hunched, topless, with knees pulled up against her massive breasts.

“Unless you start it,” Lise said, between gasps as she attempted to breathe. Naked from the waist down, her wet, meaty pussy stuck out from between her legs, which she pulled up and wrapped her arms around. Tears dripped off her chin and joined the sweat that rolled down her sternum.

“Great that you made up, it’s time to go,” I said, exhausted and a little frustrated, but happy they made up. Char leaned against the wall almost asleep.