7. Dancing to a tune

Stephanie had just found the music and was almost forgetting how furious she was when a tall Asian woman came out of the front door carrying a plate.

“I saved you some cake”, she said as if she were Stephanie’s mother or something. Stephanie took the plate anyway out of politeness. “Err, thanks,” she managed. “What kind of music do you like?” Marissa asked, rearranging the cushions in the big hanging chair before hurling one of them expertly to land in a chair at the other end of the deck as if it had been placed there. “Old jazz, and hyper-funk of course.” Stephanie knew she was being pretentious. Whoever this woman was she might have a couple of hyper-funk staples but she’d know nothing about it and there was no chance she’d have actual old jazz like uncle Warren’s collection. Marissa climbed gracefully into the hanging chair while making some kind of hand signal. She lay there like a tan cat while Take Five started coming out of the overhead speakers. Stephanie just stood with a piece of cake half way to her mouth.

“Make yourself comfortable”, Marissa purred. “If you must wear clothes, at least lie back and listen.”

“Chloe says you’re the best she has ever danced with. Will you dance with me?” It was crystal clear that dancing was not all Emma had in mind. Chloe had been taught to dance by Marissa, just as Dan had and there was no way she would claim he was a better dancer than Matt for example. She knew better. What Chloe would have said was that Dan was a great fuck partner. He had given her her first ever rolling orgasm on the couch that Emma was completely ignoring despite the similar events happening there now. Her focus was completely on him. She knew what she wanted. Dan raised a hand from her firm rear and signalled the house for a rumba. They’d moved on to tango and they were both enjoying the now overtly sexual contact when the foursome from the sofa carried one another off to the wet room. They weren’t done yet. Angela gave him a wink and Stella blew a kiss as they went.
Emma wrapped herself firmly around him.

“I would like you to come outside on the deck with me and fuck where everyone can see us.”

You had to ask for exactly what you wanted but it was also advisable to understand what you were really asking for. Dan held her actively now, slow massaging and exploring. She leaned into every touch, especially those that took his fingers into her groove.

“You want to be an exhibitionist slut?” He said it casually and it was a genuine question but also a test. If they did what she wanted, that’s how she would be seen and talked about. “I am a slut,” Emma said, “and I want to please my friends while I also want you selfishly all to myself today. And it will be exciting to have them watching us. For them to see the moment when you open me up with your cock. To see my juices on you when you pull back.” Emma ground against him, writhing to rub her mound against his hardness, trapped between them. One more test. Dan kissed her and she melted fully into his mouth, eyes closed, tongue dancing with his. When she opened her eyes again she would have her back against a post out on the deck, his hands under her knees holding her up, even though they were compatible enough for an easy standing fuck. She would be fully spread, her dripping desire on display and everyone would hear her say, “Fuck your cock in me and make me come.” And they would see him do it. Not that she would be passive about it. Dan was well aware this lean, wanton, slut was going to ride him every bit as hard as he was going to ride her.

It was warm and watching Marissa’s toes wriggling to the music was making her sneakers feel tight. The cake was uncannily good and Stephanie wasn’t sure whether to feel really smart that she’d realised that this hyper-funk track was in fact the same tune as Take Five underneath, or really annoyed that Marissa had almost certainly done that deliberately. She sighed and took her sneakers off. Slipping them under the chair. There was something odd about Marissa. She didn’t have any clothes on and yet she behaved exactly as if she did. It was almost as if she didn’t know and yet at the same time as if Stephanie’s own clothed state were an insult. She would be genuinely more comfortable talking to someone naked. It was so strange. Marissa had reversed herself in the hanging chair and they chatted about normal stuff until they both wanted a drink. Stephanie got up with her and wandered towards the front door, then realised. Oh these weird perverted people, why did they have to be so strange but now it would be rude to just back up in the middle of a conversation. Stephanie sighed, pulled down her jeans and threw them onto the chair where she had been sitting. A moment later, inside the house, she remembered that they weren’t alone. It had been so quiet and peaceful on the porch she’d forgotten that there were an unknown number of other naked people in the house along with Luke and Angela. There was no one in sight but voices were coming from the back of the house. She futilely covered her parts with her hands and hurried after Marissa into the kitchen. The woman even had a cat like way of walking that made her arse cheeks move against one another. She shouldn’t have been noticing that. In the kitchen Marissa made them drinks but Stephanie couldn’t sit without first checking if anyone was about to appear and see her. She tiptoed to the rear of the kitchen. The door on the right was closed. On the left was the open door to a comfortable looking den. Fortunately there was no one there. The floor felt odd under her bare feet. The back door was open just a crack. A hand on the handle to stop it swinging open, she would pull it shut but the bright outside drew her eye.