Chapter 17

When Lance was done working, he quickly swallowed supper while the just-returned Anna was bathing. By the time she was done and was coming down to join them, he was already on his way out to attend an all-night party that could not be missed for anything in the world. Even the thought of missing it was a sin! That was what he told his mother and she had no reason not to believe him.

He jumped into his car and began the journey to his friend's house, just as the darkness began to intensify. It would be a long evening and he had no plan to rush.

**

When Lance arrived at Rex's, he pressed the bell with sufficient civility since he was not so sure of the current status quo, but it didn't take a minute before Rex threw open the door. Lance immediately launched a direct punch aimed at his head, but his friend ducked just in time and managed to push him into the house at the same time.

"That was for the money returned, you bastard," Lance blurted as he regained his footing. Rex said nothing and simply closed the door behind them.

"Tell me again why you're not at the restaurant," Lance demanded as his friend came to join him.

"Paul's handling things tonight."

"Didn't know you guys worked shifts," he sighed and sunk down on a sofa.

"Just something new we're trying out," came the careless answer as Rex turned on the game and threw him his joystick. Lance caught it and pointed upward with his forefinger, indicating the abode of Rex's parents.

"They're out," Rex informed him.

"So where are the drinks, moron?!"

"Shut up, blockhead," Rex retorted and threw his own stick at Lance before rushing off.

Soon, he returned with four bottles of cold beer.

"Where's Chase at?", Lance asked, his legs on the arm of the sofa, feeling secure with the knowledge that the master and mistress of the house were not around.

"In his room, doing whatever the hell he does at this time of the day," Rex shrugged as he hid three of the bottles under the table, leaving only one on top and close to himself. He was the only one of the two old enough to drink and his disciplinarian of a mother would be far from happy if she were to suddenly return and find that both of them were drinking. Add that to the idea of drinking more than one bottle.. in fact, there would be serious consequences.

***

"Shit!"

"Yeah! Get that bitch!"

"Fuck fuck fuck. Take this useless trash tire off my car!"

"Woo hoo! Sail away, champ!"

"Not while I'm still alive!"

"You're dead, motherfucker."

These were the sounds that welcomed Amanda and Jon as they walked quietly into their house sometime around 10pm. All the way from the road, even before they pulled into the driveway, they'd been hearing traces of shouts and curses. Now that they were here at the scene of the action, they could hardly believe their eyes.

Couch cushions, empty bottles, paper and little lakes of drink all occupied the floor in different manners of arrangement or rather, disarray. Even the boys themselves were on the floor in front of the TV, working hard on the video game, elbowing each other and shouting at the top of their lungs as if their lives depended on it, totally oblivious of the presence of the couple.

"Bravooo!", Lance screamed, coincidentally drowning out Rex's mother's "Ahem". He threw his console in victory and it landed right in front of her feet, but as he continued his wild celebration by pumping his fists up and down, his eye suddenly fell on the spectators and he froze.

Mouth open, hands frozen in the air and eyes wide like someone electrocuted. Rex too had noticed his parents and was equally frozen, but it was Lance who recovered first. Quickly, he jumped to his feet and rushed to pick the joystick he had thrown and returned it to the table. Then he turned around and made for the door.

"Was just about leaving," he murmured as he slunk past them out of the house, with eyes and face down in order to hide the smell of alcohol in his breath.

As he stepped outside the house, the welcome blast of cool night air helped to keep him steady and clear-eyed. He wasn't drunk, but only suffering from the effects of sitting for over two hours and still recovering from the sudden shock he'd just received. He exhaled loudly, wondering how hard Rex would be punished for their misbehavior. The most he could do was feel sorry for him. For his own part, he was glad to have escaped so easily! He sighed in half relief and half pity as he pulled open the door of his car and slid in behind the wheel. Now, to the next destination.

Lance drove as quietly as he could into Cara's driveway and parked even more quietly. It would be the most stupid act of the century to alert her neighbors to his presence. His daytime visits might have already attracted their suspicion and that piece of news could easily float to his mother, which would be nothing short of a catastrophe, especially for poor Cara.

Without lights and hoping not to trip on anything, the young lover crept up to his sweetheart's front door as noiselessly as possible. Even though it was a dark moonless night, he was familiar enough with the terrain to not miss his way. But before he could bring up his hand to knock, the door cracked open. She had clearly been watching out for his arrival. Without a word, he slid in and she closed the door behind him.

The lights were on in the sitting room, bright enough to make it look like morning and Lance looked around him, unsure what next to do. The foremost question on his mind was whether or not Lisa was awake. Why else would Cara act so noiselessly? He looked to her for a sign of some sort and she beckoned for him to follow her. He obeyed and marched after her like a loyal soldier. When they reached the stairs, she made him take off his shoes and follow her lightly up the steps. But he was surprised to see her lead him past her room and open the door to another room instead. When they had both stepped in, she shut the door and locked it.

"Not so sure if Lisa's fully asleep yet," she said by way of explanation, "and sometimes she wakes up early and rushes into my room, just like that."

After testing the door of the rarely used guest room to make sure it was really locked, Cara turned around to...

"Oh," she gasped in surprise as Lance pounced on her and pinned her to the door, invading her lips with his and mauling her breasts and every other part of her body his hands could reach.

"Hmm," she hummed, and he took it as a sign of approval, further deepening the kiss and jamming his crotch onto hers. But Cara's hands moved from being limp beside her to holding onto his shoulders. The moment the kiss became a little less deep, she took the opportunity to move her mouth away, leaving him her neck to kiss and bite. She let it continue for a minute, then she pushed lightly on his shoulders to get him off her. But her crazed lover wasn't getting the message. She pushed again, this time much harder and he finally stopped.

"What's wrong?", he panted, searching her face for a clue.

"Go get in the shower first," she replied.

"But..."

"Go," she said more firmly. He shrugged and made his way to the half-open bathroom door, throwing off his clothes as he went.

"And wash your mouth too," Cara called after him, just before he shut the door.

She sighed and took off her nightgown too. Then she jumped into bed and rolled herself in the blankets, and waited for him to finish.

**

Lance came out of the bathroom buck naked and dripping. He padded over to the bed and stood in full view of his girlfriend, both hands on his waist.

"So now, what next?", he demanded, his cock beginning to rise from its shower-induced slumber.

"Come on, stop showing off and go dry yourself," Cara scolded, pretending not to enjoy the view. But he didn't move an inch.

She moved forward and bringing up her big toe, slowly traced a path along his well defined abs, heading down towards his crotch.

"You're looking for trouble," Lance warned.

"Shut up."

She continued her journey, tracing her way from the left side of his groin to the right side and then back to his cock, dragging her toes slowly down its length.

"Hmm," Lance breathed in pleasure, but she went on with her work, now trying to catch his cock between her toes, which was causing it to rise steadily.

"Cheee!", she squealed as Lance suddenly grabbed her leg and jumped on her.

She couldn't roll off or dodge him due to his tight grip on her ankle. Already, he was prying open her legs and searching for her vagina. She grabbed his arm in time and locked her thighs as tightly as she could.

"Why do you men always love to fuck?", she whispered in his ear. "Can't you just lie down and talk?"

"Talk about what?", he asked, softly biting her earlobe as he struggled to free his hand from between her locked thighs.

"Anything. We can always do this later."

"Okay," he sighed and rolled off her. But his hand was still in the custody of her thighs. She held his wrist very tightly and slowly pulled out the hand, pushing it downward and forward, towards her knees. She knew what he would do if she opened her legs completely.

"You're getting muscular," he observed when she was done prying out his hand.

"Been working out."

"Really?", his eyebrows shot up in surprise.

"Not so much nowadays though. Don't like going to the gym anymore."

"Maybe you should get a bike or do some running in the neighborhood."

She thought it over for a while and then turned to face him. "That's a good idea. I think I'll get one for Lisa too."

"Hmmm," he murmured and put his hand on her stomach. She let it stay, thinking it was just an innocent touch.

"I'd like this to remain soft," he said, tracing lines on her belly.

"No problem."

But the lines were getting lower and lower, past her navel and towards her crotch. She quickly clamped down on his hand and pulled it off her belly.

"So tell me about your day," she said to occupy him and get his mind off her pussy.

"Nothing serious," he shrugged. "Played some games with Rex, had a few drinks, did a little work for Selene and dodged Anna."

"Who's Selene?", she asked, just as he had expected.

"Just my girlfriend," he shrugged with a show of carelessness.

"Okay then," Cara sighed and then suddenly turned away from him, presenting him with her back. The lights were on and he could see her smooth soft skin quite clearly. There were no marks or blemishes anywhere and he began to feel the urge to give her a few love bites, to mark her as his own. He brought his hand up to caress her, but as he touched her skin... thwap! An angry slap landed on his arm like a cobra strike.

"Jeez," he grumbled, quickly keeping his hand to himself. "I thought you said we can always..."

"Just leave me alone," Cara shot back, still with her back to him.

Lance remained silent for a while, calculating his next move.

Just when Cara was thinking he had drifted off to sleep, she felt something sliding softly down her hip and over her thigh. At first, she thought it was Lance's fingers, but the lower part of her body was covered with a blanket, so...

"Oh shit," she swore as she made a grab for the blanket. But he was faster. Before she could say Jack, she was buck naked and he was spooning her tightly.

"Lance!", she scolded.

"Shhh," he whispered in her ear and brushed her hair from her neck, trailing soft bites and kisses from under her ear down to her shoulder. She shuddered in pleasure, in spite of herself. She could feel his hard body and his rock hard penis on her lower back and she knew he was totally into what he was doing. So she relaxed and let him continue, giving him occasional moans of encouragement, which weren't totally fake. But she was sure that if she let this go on for even one more minute, he'd change her mind completely.

"Let me turn," she requested, and without thinking, he let go of her. She sat up slowly, grabbed a handful of the blankets and then jumped off the bed.

"Fuck!", Lance cursed as he dove after the end of the blanket trailing after her. But she jerked it out of his reach and wrapped it around her as she ran.

"Come on, Cara," he grumbled in frustration.

"I'm never coming on," she fired back. "Go come on with your Selene or whatever you call her."

"Ohhh. Someone's jealous, eh?", Lance chuckled from his prone position on the bed.

"Say whatever you like, but I'm off limits tonight.. and ever!"

"Watch this."

Before her mind could register the statement, her lover sommersaulted off the bed. He did a smooth arc through the air and landed on the ground on his feet. She was so taken unawares by the sudden action that she stood staring openmouthed at his trim hard torso. Involuntarily, she licked her lips as her eyes travelled down to his waving and nodding cock. By the time she realized that he was walking towards her, it was too late to run.

Lance pinned her to the wall with his body and jammed his hard cock into her lower belly.

"Hmmmf," she half whimpered, and quickly bit her lip to prevent any more sound from escaping. She wasn't going to give him any reason to think she had changed her mind. But yet, her breath was coming in shallow pants as he stared at her with those captivating eyes of his. This time, they were heavy lidded and dark with lust.

"Hmmf oh!", she gasped as jammed his crotch into her again, lower this time.

With a feather-light touch, he ran his fingertips slowly down her side, making her squirm helplessly.

"Hmm mm!", she whimpered in a shaky voice as the punishing touch went past her ribs, heading for her crotch. Lance traced his way close to her hip and then suddenly grabbed her tight. Slowly, he went down on his knees, her eyes following him all the way.

He was now face to face with her sex and through the well trimmed curls, he could see a droplet of her juices just hanging from the slit.

"Aw!", Cara screamed and threw back her head as he dove in unexpectedly, clamping his mouth on her sex and sucking it like a fresh ripe fruit.

"Oh God.. deep, deep.. there there there.. Oh fuck!" She was frantically clawing his hair and back, willing him to suck deeper and faster.

"Oh my God!", she shouted as he lashed his tongue across her sensitive clit. She grabbed his head immediately and pressed him hard against her crotch.

Lance didn't spare. He whipped his long tongue along her slit, screwing it in and out of her dripping hole and brushed over her clit from time to time, making her shudder like someone electrocuted. And then suddenly, he stopped.

Cara felt the loss of his tongue instantly and she looked down at his now unyielding head which she was still holding on to.

"Wh.. why did you stop?", she panted, staring at him with wild eyes. But he gave no answer. He simply extricated himself from her grasp and then stood up.

"Gotta go cum with Selene, just like you said."

Cara could not believe her ears. She stared openmouthed at him as he went about gathering his clothes. He was kidding, right? How could he just bring her this far and then walk away, just like that? Would she just stay there and watch him? Hell no!

"Lance, come back here," she ordered as he put on his shirt. But he acted like he was deaf.

"Come back here right now and finish what you started!" Still, no answer. He was about to pull on his pants now, but not if she could do something about it!

Like a whirlwind, she rushed up to him and grabbed him by the arm. He thought she was just going to shout at him, but he was surprised when she pushed him up against the wall and pounced on him. Her hands were everywhere on his body as she kissed him breathlessly, like her life depended on it. But he did not respond in any way. His hands were just limp beside him and his lips and tongue were motionless. Cara broke the kiss and looked into his eyes imploringly.

"Are you gonna let me go now?", he asked with a fake yawn.

"Not yet," she replied with renewed determination and swiftly dropped to her knees. She would teach this boy a lesson.

Before he could say Jack, she had swallowed his entire length in one go. Lance thought she was just going to deepthroat him, but he was wrong. She formed a ring with her lips around his cock, clamped it down with her tongue and began applying suction.

"Fuck!!", Lance exclaimed as his member expanded, and the sucking pressure in Cara's mouth increasing with it. He jerked his hips involuntarily, but Cara grabbed his butt and held him in place.

"Fuck fuck fuck," he groaned as he felt his manhood expand to the maximum and the sucking pressure only increased mercilessly.

"Damn Cara, I was only kidding, you know," he panted shakily as he held on strongly to her shoulders. But it was Cara's turn to be deaf and immovable. She kept him in her extra tight grip, both mouth and hands, making it impossible to jerk his waist even an inch. He just stood there helplessly, thrashing his head from side to side.

"Aaaargh! I'm cumming!", he announced, and Cara slowly let go of his turgid member. He thought he was finally free and was about to pull his dick from her mouth and hold back his climax. But Cara captured the head between her lips and gave the sensitive underside one long lick.

"Aaaargh! Shit!" He jerked rapidly into her mouth, letting loose a torrent of hot sperm.

"Hmm," Cara moaned into his penis and the vibration spread all over his body, making him shudder.

His manhood was now too sensitive for him to let it remain in Cara's mouth, so he grabbed her shoulders and pushed her away from him. She let him off easily.

"Whew," he exhaled weakly as he leaned back on the wall. He'd never felt so drained in his entire life. What had this woman done to him? But she wasn't really done, was she?

Cara grabbed his cock and led him by it over to the bed. Before he could find his voice, she pushed him and he fell on his back, with his cock waving in the air. Then she spit on her palm and applied it on his member, stroking him vigorously.

"Wait wait wait!", Lance shouted and grabbed her wrist to stop her. The sensitivity was killing!

She seemed to understand and stopped stroking, looking into his eyes instead. He sighed in relief and was beginning to admire the beauty of her lips when all of a sudden, she straddled him and sank his erect member into her hungry pussy.

"Gawd, Cara!", he screamed and grabbed her waist, trying to keep her motionless. But she ground down on his crotch and clenched her butt, trapping and squeezing his cock with her vaginal muscles. Lance's eyes rolled back in his head and he fell back on the bed.

"Fuck, I'm dead," he murmured helplessly.

Cara had total control. Her weight was too much. There was no way he could jerk or thrust up into her to bring the too-sweet torture to a quick end. And as if that wasn't enough, she leaned forward, pinned down both his hands on either side of him and went on riding him slower and harder than ever, massaging the entire length of his cock with her vaginal muscles before slamming back down on him and then repeating the process all over again.

By now, Lance's head was limply resting on one side as saliva drooled from his open mouth. But Cara still never thought of having mercy and continued slamming away.

"This... will teach you (slam) never.. to play games (slam) with me.. ever again! (slam)"

Suddenly, she felt him shudder under her and she knew he was ready to release again. She ground down on him and focused on squeezing him with her inner muscles, draining him of every drop of sperm he could offer. When she was done, she climbed off his utterly exhausted figure and fell beside him on the bed. Throwing one leg and an arm over him, she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.