Chapter 6

Joel and Lyra clean themselves up to looks presentable like nothing even happened. They have just arrived downstairs when the first knock at the door comes, announcing the arrival of the first of their guests. Soon, the party is in full force. There is no way teenage humans are going to turn down elven unwooded wine, mead or miruvor. Joel claims that the place is about to blow up big. From the way some of the girls at the party are hanging on their dates, Lyra is certain that it isn’t only the place that was about to blow.

She has already come upon two couples in secluded areas. One couple was kissing passionately while the guy had his hand down his girlfriend’s bikini bottoms, fingering her pussy. Lyra could tell by the way she was thrusting against his hand that his finger or fingers were buried deep in her snatch. She couldn’t help but watch for a few minutes and then she found herself getting even wetter, if that were possible given the state of her cum filled twat. The other couple was lesbians. She had no idea that they were, but from the way one was kissing and sucking on her lover’s breasts, it seemed like a safe bet that they were at least bi-sexual. Briefly, Lyra wondered what it might be like to have another girl kiss her. Her best friend, a human, had tried to get her to experiment awhile back, but the elf girl had chickened out. She vowed that if the opportunity ever presented itself again, she wouldn’t let it slip by.

She is fairly certain that her mother and Renna have more than just a platonic relationship. For one thing, Lyra had stumbled upon her mother’s box of toys one day when she was looking for a pair of shoes to borrow. When she came across the strap-on harness, she couldn’t help but wonder who she used it on or who used it on her. Then one day, she heard moaning coming from her mother’s room when Renna was over. She then had the answer to her questions.

Lyra downs her third miruvor as she dances around the pool and chats with friends. She can see Joel in the pool hanging out with his buddies. They are hammering the mead pretty hard. Their loud, raucous laughter can be heard all the way across the large pool. She toys with the idea of pulling him into a secluded alcove of the pool and relieving a little of the sexual tension that has developed from watching her friends make out, but she decides to let him recover a little longer—not that he really needs time to recover. Her mother is sitting at a table by the pool, looking fantastic in her bikini. Lyra hopes that she looks that good when she is four hundred years old. In fact, Lyra is just a tad jealous of her mother’s body. She can see the effect it had on the human guys at the party, including Joel. Well, both guys and girls. But mostly her focus is on her boyfriend, who every so often steals a glance over at Syndra lounging by the pool.

Lyra thinks back to the off-handed comment he had made about being attracted to older women. She ponders that thought for a moment. Technically she is an older woman, by human standards. But her mother is even older ... Even as these thoughts run through her head, Joel glances over again at Syndra, and this time Lyra sees her mother give him a little smile. She has been watching him too. The elf girl dives into the pool and glides underwater silently until she reaches the other end. She comes up behind Joel and slides her body up his legs and back as she emerges from the water. Her hands encircle this muscular chest and then she plants a sensuous kiss on his neck while pressing her breasts into his back. Her actions draw a hoot of delight from Joel’s friends.

Lyra slides her hand down is belly and into the water where she quickly gives his pecker a squeeze through his trunks. He jumps in surprise, but not before she discovers that her affection has had a pronounced effect on his member. Then she jumps out of his reach as he lunges after her. She tries to swim away, but he is too fast for her and he grabs a leg and pulls her back to him, twisting her in his arms until she faces him. “You’re a bad, bad girl,” he says in a whisper. “You should be ashamed of yourself. I think I’m going to have to punish you.”

She shivers in his arms. “What are you going to do?” she asks. She knows that he is only joking, but there is enough seriousness in his tone to make her pulse race.

“I’m going to take you upstairs,” he says, letting his hand slide down her back.